Crossing the addictions
of body and soul
Delirium tremens
is taking its toll
Like Nitro and Glycerin
waiting to strike
Their coupling disastrous
all day into night
My spirit when willing
the flesh all too weak
Those few days I’m able
my willpower bleak
The detox not working
no cure comes my way
All food tastes like poison
these shakes here to stay
A bomb ticks within me
its fuse ever burns
Tomorrow a concept
long stolen unlearned
With nerve endings fraught
and my body destroyed
These nightmare’s the worst
— when in daylight deployed
(Radnor Pennsylvania: September, 2025)
A pair of white lotuses floating atop green lilypads.
A rare occurrence for me and yet they are so out of my reach.
Just like a blooming love I can sense between me and thee.
//See part 1//
...I could never forget you.//
Not even if I tried. For, see, when the springtime comes again each year, and the leaves begin to grow once more, your face is all I see. Your lips as they smile, your eyes as they glisten, your sweet laughter bouncing off the tin rooftop, all of it comes alive for me. You will always exist in me. No matter where I go. And even if you can't be mine and I cannot be yours, when I'm scared or get overwhelmed with life's noise, I'll close my eyes and go to my happy place: The Autumn Times. Because I know that no matter if we're together or apart, if I ever lose myself, that I'll always find you there. That's where home is. Even if it only exists for me.
so amazing twin
what about the twinning trees!?
not only twin trees
yet, eight hundreds years old age
they are in South Korea
Great T-rumposaurus meanus!
Adolph and Don share a genus
With teensy wiener
Was Hitler meaner
Or Trump with his weeny p-e-n-i-s?
Twin Flames
I’ve met my match.
Crave the darkness.
Twin Flames.
Shadows in the grave.
Candle lights dancing.
Night owls, we may be.
Black silk hair is cultivated.
Your eyes are emerald radiant.
Fly before dawn past the dark horizon.
You are all I need.
Our hearts are burning.
Leave the world behind.
Twin Flames brought us together.
Burn as one forever.
A match to a flame.
The one I crave.
You made the sacrifice.
Love you to death inside.
Have it no other way.
Share the moment by the fireplace.
Twin Flames roaming.
The sky is burning.
I was a twirly whirly dancing girl
But not alone, for there was another spinning top
She looked like me, had my face and my smile
We laughed the same, an excited giggle really
Sometimes we laughed so hard, we went into silent laugh mode
Staring at each other as happy tears ran down our face
It looked like we were laughing like hyenas and loons
We were but no noise was coming out
Our childhood was fun; we liked most of it.
Everyone in our small Iowa town seemed to know us
We did not have individual names.
We were both called “Stone Twin” or “Twin” or “Twinsey”
We did not care; life was carefree and fun and wonderful.
We loved playing games, acting out Peter Pan, and making friends.
Being an identical twin was so much fun when I was a child.
Unknown to me these parallels ran smooth
Fraternal twins, unlike in face but both
Against her sister, but dormant in youth.
My Esau stunting Jacob in his growth
Suppressed was Joseph with his coloured coat
A beauty stunted, tulip shot by frost
Unknown again not parallel, but throat
Cuts throat and Jill comes tumbling down, forgot.
A buried track uncovered, secret twin
Emerging from the rubble fully fledged
Unparalleled but rounded, softer skin
Than rigid bars which is a sword two-edged.
By time those bars were rusted, overgrown
With winding blossoms, rusted bars their throne.
Admirable
Tough
Lots of energy
Abrasive
Sunset
Trusting
Hardworking
Original
Mature-ish
Accommodating
Sociable
Balanced
Ultimate edition
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant
Agile
Neighborly
It's like a nuclear reaction chemically inclined to ruin my life or excite it. Either way I'm enlightened. Going on and on about you and your ways like a battery equally negative and positive on each side. None of your soul I would ever rewrite but your actions. The burn from your flame is it really worth the passion? And in the end will we build each other up like two flames or burn each other up like butane. Just bring me compassion.
Somedays Loneliness comes alone
Other days with her twin sister
As Emptiness she used to be known
They both sit back and talk in whispers
And they’re invisible, that’s the major nuisance
So you can’t say to them off you go
And they can’t stop talking their nonsence
About the good old times they used to know
And they joke and laugh in a voice you knew
Till you think you can’t bear it anymore
Till you realize that it’s only you
Sitting here looking down at the floor.
”A Twin in Heaven”
Exactly 12 days short
of two weeks, and
thoughts of losing
you fails to escape me.
Debating if perhaps-
all the while,
a test solely for me?!
A test-
proving if my strength
can not emerge
to weak?!
A test-
to leave behind
the visual effects
of your flesh that night
in hopes it no longer
torments me?!
Or…
A test-
to see who’s reaching
the Pearly Gates first…
you or me?!
Sigh…(Crying)
Well twin—41 years,
2 months and 12 days…
you finally surpassed me.
My only request…
is for you to save a spot in line for me.
INK-U-SCRIPT
Pace, G
April 4, 2025
In East Ohio, he was born the middle twin.
He never lost, but never did he win.
He entered the world surrounded by a bubble,
but didn't know which twin was his double.
He was fine and fair. No one saw him anywhere,
because he disappeared into the air.
You’ve lived through loss—
you’ve battled unuttered shame—
yet you hold onto Love like it is more
than a Delusion—it is Honor—precious
and rainbow-like—shimmery and
shadowy all in one.
You speak to her with Soul,
truths that seem simple—
truths that survive in warm hands,
in melodies,
in cadences,
in overtones,
in steady Voice.
You are creased at the edges
like a letter read too many times,
but your words—
your words are both
soft lanterns and sunlight—
lit from somewhere deeper than breath.
Some people are put here
to hold others when they cry,
to remind them that they are still real—
still seen, still envisioned, still worth
writhing, weaving weights of
Dream-drunk Love.
3.3.25
In the years, I’ve walked this earth,
Half spent in service, a self-testament to worth.
Through war and peace, I stood my ground,
After combat tours, where courage was found.
Family tragedies left scars so deep,
Murders that haunted my nights without sleep.
Conditioned to march through conflict no matter the haze.
Immune to the impact, I find the warmth of a familiar place.
When Tornados swept through, tearing apart my dreams,
I always heal from own quiet streams.
Oh Angela, this month has been the hardest to bear,
Smothering, choking, and gasping for air.
I miss you so deeply; it’s a wound that won’t heal.
Like losing my breath in an ocean so wide,
I struggle to breathe with this pain deep inside.
I fight to contain all these feelings I hold,
Yet thoughts of Shane and your babies unfold.
Never once did twins need words to convey,
The bond that we shared in our own special way.
Now there’s a void in my spirit so vast,
A painful chasm unfilled by memories past.
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