I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

My rooster theme no longer competes with the Red Cardinals. I just gave away the most attractive, long, narrow, rectangular table cover with embroidered birds. The most beautiful welcome mat, with the word “WELCOME” created from gold foil was added to that donation delivery. My buddy from grade school gave me his twinkle chimes from his drum set. That’s all set to load up as well. Do people still use software from the ’90s? Oh well. Since the October Holiday season is right around the corner, if I can find the boots to my Captian’s outfit that will go over to The Purple Heart’s Value Village, along with the rest of that special costume. Only the huge boxes with kitchen stuff remains for the most part. Unless I marked those boxes specifically wrong on purpose, anyway, the sofa, and dresser are the big heavy things. Now 2 unfinished works from my book.

As the royal court is full of clowns, and the thieves with virility decreases, maiden voices with leaves that cover the ground, so to let them be so free, I toss my tattered hat into the ring, I sing, travelers from far off lands, they bring, tales of gold and fortunes to be made.

Voluptuous the virgins, and the good men staid, upon your feathered bed you sleep, and in the midnight hours I keep, in hearing howling moans and weeping, of the lonely shrouds hidden by daylight, dressed in our morning crowds, with muttering and mingling, among contented souls, and those that hide their grief, yet once again in shadows disbelief, those muffled tears of silence, are only had by me, the watcher’s in the tower, feeling free relief, while courting morning hours, smoking dreamily by the reef.