ANXIETY - PART ONE

You've known it comes, just over the top.

Around the corner.

behind it.

what's left to decree.

Want it.

Want it.

Need it Need it.?

Feel it FEEL IT

Won't stop ...

push it pull it.

Stretch it. Stretch.

My God, What is going on!?

Please ... Relief!

Come quick Come Quick.

Get out, Get out ....

PAIN PAIN ... ANGUISH

>LOST BLIND AND FULL!<

Somebody, please HELP ME!!

-------------------------------------------------Ronny Dale

I was pretty sick , lately, so I have not been at my computer. In the recent days, I plan to write an original work and blog it.

THANKS ...

To "Wavey" and others ... THANKS for visiting my site. AND be a constant. I think life is worth living. I will post new poems and my support. Try If you can't bring something to the table ... Sometime.

Ronny Dale

3am

If you are friends with it, it might treat you kind. It is astute and determend. Weakness has no barriers in it. Last becomes first.

Wake up fast and see in the dark. Plight your cost and figure the difference. You have to be strong, or it will expose your weakness. Surely arguments will arrive. Worth and cost are the same here.

Love without end,

Ronny Dale

Just a little peek at what will come.

Ronny Dale

The Empty Bottle

I found an empty bottle in the sand.

I wondered if it came from afar to

reach this land.

It seems to me that verse has no

description,

Is this all fiction?

Maybe it was a piece of , junk, Left over

from somebody's trunk.

Nevertheless, I picked it up ... worth is

not important to me, just the empty

bottle.

The empty bottle and me.

Ronny Dale

Following me.

If you visit this website , Don't be afraid. Eeveryone needs to be ABLE TO PISS AND MOAN, TODAY, AND SUFFER NO PENALTY. Please show me something with something cool, or an e-mail. All e-mails will be answer back, by yours "truly." Just have the guts to give me a sample of your poetry. It's not like Iam going to steal them!

Ronny Dale

Dysfunctional Fantasy

Hanging from trees, times low introduction to flame. See in part what clings to all. That deed, that deed ... Procreated to it's own stigma. Exaggerated harm and twist of what can't be seen. How is always and never dull in it's place of capture. With touch of guilt and paint of shame, our soul can't hide it's dysfunctional fantasy. To the very extreme, to the max, and not a minute more. To surpass the understanding, and mental slavery of the fear ... In our dysfunctional fantasy. Fear or bliss ... Necessity of completed unknowns. To adhere to the madness of the demise within a place that can't be reached. The fine line between genius and madness ... This we cross, everyday.

Ronny Dale

I am a poet. I wish to receive / and also share poetry with people. A lot of my work, take meaning when read twice. You may ask yourself ... "Why does he call it "The Firing Pin?" anyway.
I am aware that if you use an M16 A1 Machine Gun " It will be rendered useless, without a single Firing Pin. Man, "I was thinking, What if the soldier thats get it's hand on this gun in warfare that will die because of it. This is the reason I call it The Firing Pin."

Love without end ....

Ronny Dale