It's Simple

It's simple. . .
Well, I believe it was--until the tide went out.

It was all planned and executable--in my head.

But it didn't come out like it was meant to.
I waited a moment too long,
or perhaps, acted a moment too soon.

What went wrong?
How did it occur to me that it would?

It's not like finding a pattern to the stock market. . .
or the Torah.
It's not so easy to throw away and forget.

Maybe the name was a secret for forevah.
Or maybe it's just without a name.

A letter of a road, from 26D to 27F.
How could there be a revulsion to it, before a letter was read?
Was it me?
Or the other?
Was it the approach?
Or the lack?
Should I care?
I wasn't even there.

To encroach is to accept a risk.

The Sun is never done, and the Moon has never won, but might soon.
If you'd like, take a hike, don't trip over the dike, take your lake of bike pedals and for Pete's sake, take a hike.

I know, I know, you don't understand, but I know you never could.
You're as worthless as burnt wood.
If you'd have thought this over,
I wouldn't let Jimi take over.

If the stars are gas, according to the schools, then why do scientists claim stars are plasma?

I believe that my generation will fail;
and we won't be discovered like at Burgess Shale.

Hearst was self-obsessed.
da Vinci was self-assessed.

Which one is greater?
Well, which one is better?

As a matter of opinion,
and if I had to say, I'd choose da Vinci any day.