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I look

to the

past

and

dream

about

the

future.

I see

myself

living

my

dream

as

I live

in a

nightmare.

WHEN!

I cry…

when

will

the

pages

turn

when

can

I live

my dream…

Days roll by

blurring

Dinners roll by

blurring

Donuts roll by

blurring

Time

blurs

Eyes

blur

Memories

blurred

Edges

are

blurred.

perhaps,

that’s

a good

thing.

to live

a focused

life

We must

embrace

the

blurs…

I had a dream

once…

it faded away.

I have new dreams

now…

but they live

in the clouds.

I watch them

float by

gliding

shifting

always

changing

moving

flowing

gathering

disappearing

and so

it goes

the ebb

and flow

of the

dreaming

clouds…

always and forever

Queen of flowers…

A good man

passed today.

You may not

know him

but

you know men

like him.

Strong and steady

Kind and warm

hearted

Quiet unless he

was happy or

angry.

A gentleman

in every sense

of the word.

He had his

struggles

He fought his

demons

He was a

Rock,

He lived his

name,

Peter.

Goodbye Uncle Pete

You are loved,

You will be missed…

Peter Anthony Bertolo

12/30/53-8/10/24

Clouds rolling

by

storms coming

in

the harmony

of the

drops

rhythm

of life

may the

rain

wash away

the pain…

clouds

crowding my

minds eye

rolling by

will your

tears clean

the heavy

air

or drown

the

sorrows of

the lonely…

the past slides by

the why’s die

a lifetime of

wondering…

the tears have dried

never home

no matter where

I’ve roamed

always searching

for a place

to call home

longing for connections

that never came

believing the lies

that the problem

was mine…

I left the world

of indifference behind

forged ahead and

made the world

mine.

memories of once was

fade away

people come

people go

you love me

you hate me

I no longer care

either way

I am a force

to be reckoned

with~

if you dare.

I am blooming

again~

and I always

will

with or without you,

I bloom.

Dreams unfurl

like smoke rings

shrouded into

the mist

secrets told

secrets hold

the mysteries

that float

into the

mist~

What lies

on the

other side-

what blooms,

what dies,

on the

journey

into the

mist

going alone

on a

soul journey

into the

mist…

Thanks.

clouds

drifting

tides

shifting

time

ticking

moon

waxing

heart

beating

hope

blossoms

love

flowing

dreams

weaving

clouds

drifting…