A Different Saul- Part I- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I haven't been around Dearly Befriended,
I have traveled over 24,000 miles of railroad tracks in my search for the Divine One over the last 42 months.
I will be back as soon as I can find the right train.
I have been thinking, and I think it would be in both of our best interests to marry each other upon my return.
Yours,
Saul

A Different Saul- Part II- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I have been away New Wife,
I have been away following a herd of elephants with the natives for the last 6 years.
I have a lot of great stories to tell, but don't have the time right now.
We are heading out, but in a moments time, to track a violent tiger that has killed 3 members of my crew. With luck we will put it down without incedent.
I plan to return within the next 3 months, New Wife.
When I see your face again it will be the satisfaction of my existence.
Your love,
Saul

A Different Saul- Part III- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I haven't been around Dearly Beloved,
I have been cooking stew under a bridge for the last 30 years to keep the wolves at bay in Siberia.
It's a terrible story and I'd rather not talk about it.
But I plan to return shortly, Dearly Beloved.
My final return shall be glorious. Indeed.
By the way, my name has changed to Hack-bone Paul.
Yours forever,
Paul

Love Anything- by: unkown forgotten

There are serious things to remember
How we forget in a sway of pride
Conversely, and quite shamefully,
We forget how we refuse logic,
Can't you think?
If you can't,
which you won't,
then you're not worthy.
For hope, love, life, religion,
You rebuke faith when you deny the simple mind
Love anything
When you don't, you'll die.
Love anything
And feel alive
The hard heart is only soft to destruction
These things are to be remembered

More or less
I've told the score

Love anything
Love, anything

Dastard- by: unknown forgotten

Is it just me or is the midnight sun hotter today?
Drying out my soul beneath my skin
Chasing away any energy for a good time
So impatient for the turning of the earth
Trying to avoid coming old
When our bones will be brittle
Joints will wear out and quit
Just like every fraction of your life
This world is full of dastards

How hard can it be to change our lives?
We'll have to really try
It'll be too hard
We could just grow old
Lonely, shriveling, and cold
It's so much easier than being bold