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Vacation Time

Summer
Beach
Plane
Cruise
Parties
Fun


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.


Details | Free verse | |

Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.

Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.


Details | Couplet | |

Islands in Time

Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.

Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.

Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home
beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting

more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes
and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim

until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand
edging up on me from every side, counting the lines

down to where there is an end, breath choked off
because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey

can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying
gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe

to say come home,  and know I'm always home,
always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.


Details | Elegy | |

An Elegy For Noah Tuckwell

As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist

I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.

You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.

But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.

As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.

So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow 
One hole to be ventured in farther 

As you led there erotically 
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely 
I couldn’t take my eyes away

So I didn’t see 
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career

Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start 

To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat

I wish I had been able to say 
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive

Your hair was golden in the glow 
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know 
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp

And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort

But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair

My heart is soaked in liquid salt 
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby

Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry 
Although we never met


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A Heartless Math...No A Woman Of God

Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I 
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing 
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity 
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate 
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps 
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you 
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning 
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”

© Jeremy Fennell


Details | Sonnet | |

Time to book a holiday

It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet

Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore

Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps

But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care


Details | Acrostic | |

Beach Time

B ack to the lake for some fun in the sun,
E veryone will be there it’s gonna be fun,
A ll together until the day is done,
C ooking some dogs and roasting some buns,
H ot sun blistering since the day first begun;

B eing with the friends that we’ll meet,
L ather up sunscreen, to block out the heat,
A ll our friends here at the beach,
N ow the foods done, who’s ready to eat,
K nowing this day is truly a treat
E ating and joking until the day is complete,
T he burning sand baking our feet;

B elieve me when I say it was a blast,
I  hope that our fun won’t end fast,
N ow we have memories that I know will last,
G ood food good friends, time went too fast,
O ne day soon we’ll have to revisit this past!


~Tirzah Conway~


Details | Epitaph | |

A Stone Heart Never Dies

Dear Charlotte 
Don't play games with my heart
For mine is half stone 
As a snail wrecked on the beach 
Full of sand that is slightly 
Petrifying inside itself 

At least this heart is
Cuddled by waves 
Till it is eventually thrown between 
Some big stones and 
Stays still there 
Just for nothing
Out of nothing 

May you imagine that after
Few hundreds of years 
I child will most likely find
A little piece of this 
Cemented broken snail 
Have a look at and
Throw it back into the waters 
Out of nothing but 
A bit of curiosity how and 
If the waves will ever bring it back
Among the billions of tiny golden 
Granulated relics of once upon a time 
Petrifying hearts 

A stone heart never dies 


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Rhyme | |

A Day at the Beach

Here I am Running away, Walking at the beach, counting the days, I see the sun, I covered my face. Feeling the wind, I know I can't win in this race. I sat under A tree, feeling the sand with my feet, Oh how I want to be free. These days the problems kept me captive. These shadows of fears seems to be abrasive. I just want to stay, I don't want to leave, It's better in this Island, there are matters you can still believe. Clear waters, Aqua sky, I envy the birds that soar & fly. I want to sing another lullaby, I sat on a swing & a flashback pass by. But in every decision you have to be wise. I don't know why, but to me this is paradise. And now I lay down on the sand, A melody that should be put to an end. And again I wiped my tears, It's because of these unending fears. I am hurt, and I am weak, Then I looked up asking what to seek. Like a little girl I cried, I wanted comfort because I'm tired. Tired of seeing people lying, tired because I'm also hiding. tired of all these unanswered questions. tired of people with their exaggerated opinions. And I don't want to go back, cos I know I'm safe here. But God gave me that courage to fight w/ every fear. Maybe I am confuse now, and maybe not yet satisfied, But my Faith is giving me the assurance I'll have a balanced Life.


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Rhyme | |

Time In Hand

There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

... O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...

Now old man
with his frown on his back
keeping eyes dry
but his smile on attack
He doesn't move a word
but he says out of line
and his watch just ticking and talking of time

Tick
was it you that held that door
Tock
I don't remember what the seconds are for
Tick
did you find if love was sublime
Tock
old man why you wasting, why you wasting my rhyme

and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Every moment keeps on passing like the stings of a bee
and the wasp are closing in and there wasting their prime
what sin have I commited to be paying such crime

Listen old man
there ain't a thing you've done
Even spiders weave webs when they have become un-spunned
and with every counting numerical suggestion you just ask for an answer
When you don't even know what question you're after

Now
There's an old man
with a watch in his hand
Laying by a beach where there's grass and no sand
and he yells:

O lord! whatcha doin' to me!
Aren't the last minutes for free?
Aren't the last minutes for free...


Details | Free verse | |

Till The End of Time

I have left the choking maze of concrete patterns behind me 
to stand at lands end.
It is here I have found the beating heart of Mother Earth.
She beckons me at sunset, silently, with colors beyond imagination.
Her greatness explodes across the sky and below she bellows the audible sounds of the surf that build into a grand crescendo to celebrate days’ end.
The sparkle of the ocean begins its mesmerizing dance that welcomes the sun to come to rest behind her distant edge.
In the sky above are the endless and magical shapes of clouds floating across the golden sky, as the surf continues its rhythmic tones that purifies my mind and soothes my soul.
The distant fog horn beckons to the wayward gulls and guides them home to roost at water's edge.
With my soul now fulfilled and with last light, I reluctantly turn away into the darkness, grateful once again to have witnessed the beauty of Mother Earth, hoping someday to be at peace as my ashes float away with the tide, on their endless journey, till the end of time.


Details | Free verse | |

Running Into The End Of Time

Running from the end of time just me, my thoughts, my voice and I now turn, in paralysis, by fear to see whats under that dark figure what I saw, Words can never define I stood there wided eyed, jaw dropped in awe at the end of time just as the sudden, terminal sun dying from the same cancer in everyone the great lord, so sick of his design now comes in full vengence into the end of time...


Details | Haiku | |

summer

zing dynamism relish
bikini suit slim and thick
a favorite time of the year
_______________________
PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

Lapping the beach

As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap

Oct 17, 2010


Details | Burlesque | |

Sad Sightings

today i saw what i feel what was real was not real neither was the idea. Brains shot down in the street like dogs because the veil is still worn on the face. No man know the time when it will all be real. You ever heard of people praying for worse days. As i sit in my maze wondering where the last step took the next, i begin to see that there is epoh some call it hope i see it as something else. i see it just like you saw that ferrari in your drive ways a few minutes ago. time flies so what does the past do? the future must not be too far from the present.  As the leaves fall from the tree, i sit and wonder if it will ever grow back.  now that i feel that im being watched, its time to return the stolen goods. people say take things to the grave, other leave it above. when i die all i need to do is just hold on because i know shortly i will be home. As you read the spaces between my words remember to fill up before you run out of gas in the worst place you dont wanna be with the night.....


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Ballad | |

Summer Time Rat Beat

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



Ha...ha...ha...waves 'n beats...bored with...boards...summer's sweet...a Rat Beat!

Boards 'n waves...roll tide...tarts so sweet...in...a...Rat Beat!

Knolls...and...who knows...oily 'n...in...the sun...for fun...skin-on-skin...a...Rat Beat!

Amp the fun...jeeps 'n sweets...tarts 'n hearts...for fun...movie's 'n dates...a...
Rat Beat!


Ducatti...keys 'n fun...boards 'n sun...blondes...Hey...want..a...Rat Beat?

Vegas...one-on-one...two-on-one...drop for fun...Hey...want...a...Rat Beat?

Shops 'n malls...drop-to-shop...shop-to-drop...Hey...want...a...Rat Beat?

Movies 'n dates...tecky 'n smart...beast-ta-start...Hey...want...a...Rat Beat?


Summer-time...daze...in a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!

Summer-time...daze...in a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!


Streets 'n lights...rockets 'n pockets...leather 'n boots...metal-to-petal...in...
A...Rat Beat!

Clubs 'n hearts...walks...through parks...24-to-7...Heaven...in...a...Rat Beat!

Jet-to-fame...ride a plane...summer daze...daze away...in...a...Rat Beat!

Monster daze..in...a...royal haze...summer parks...rides 'n games...duh...
A...Rat Beat!


Summer-time...daze...in...a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!

Summer-time...daze...in...a daze...daze of summer...In...a...Rat Beat!

Fly away...summer-to-Mars...Venus-to-stars...daze of summer...In...a...
Rat Beat!

Fly-away...summer-to-Mars...Venus-to-stars...daze of summer...In...a...
Rat Beat!




Details | Free verse | |

On a beach

I used to wonder what it would look like
I used to wonder how it would feel
I used to wonder how the air would be
On that big, open beach

I grew up around trees with no water
I grew up with dirt and lost bugs
I grew up with heat and sometimes rain
But never grew up on a beach

Who would take me to this wonderful place
When would i take that journey
Where would it lead me
I hope to stand on a beach

I joined the military at age 17
took that risk to travel
didn't know where it would lead me
But i hoped it was on a beach

The first time i saw it i cried
The first time i felt it i screamed
The first time i breathed in the thin air i laughed
I had finally made it on a beach

I no longer wonder how it felt
Nor how it looks
Not even how the air feels
WHY, because i finally got on that beach.


Details | Haiku | |

On a rocky beach

Near the silent shore
Bright fish break through the surface...
Small waves touch the shore


Details | Rhyme | |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | I do not know? | |

Needed Some Time Alone


I needed some time alone,
So I decided to go to the beach.
The tides weren't very strong,
But they would still cover my feet,
As they slowly moved in.

I looked up to see dark clouds,
Forming above me, yet the sun,
Would peak out from underneath.
You could see the sun rays, sending down heat to keep me warm.  Vibrant colors reflecting in the water. Yellow, blue, green, red colors you could see.  The sun made the water have sparkles on the tip of the tides. 

I stood in awe, couldn't believe how just walking along the beach soothed my soul. 

I decided to sit on a log that had come in with the waves.  You could tell it had been there for quite some time.  Emotionally, mentally,  and physically I had been stressed out for quite some time.  Now I felt like it had been replaced and ready to move on.

Decided to stay a little longer to watch the dolphins jump out of the water and dive back in with a big splash. Many seashells, with different shapes and colors laying in the wet sand.
I loved to see the starfish and had been collecting them for quite sometime.

This is my favorite spot to go when I just need to get away.  It's something how just spending time by water can make a big difference.


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

The tide is coming.

Rheumy eyes lost on the horizon. Misting, over half memories.

Vera Lynn keeping us firmly in the past. Time in the present ever shorter.

Flask piping hot, burnt lips. Lunch heartily eaten.

Talk of family long-gone and family non-existent. Half finished sentences.

Singing until hoarse, oblivious of time and place.

Home before dusk or enter a world of anxiety and confusion.

The tide is gone.

I shall miss Sundays.


Details | Ottava rima | |

the poet's got a cough

when the poet can't shake his cough

from another

step into the cast-iron bath

beneath his door—

ear pressed to the sun-drenched

hardwood swims to

face the dragon’s mouth—

a breeze brittle with sand speaks


Details | Epic | |

The Summer Time

Summer time is here, and everybody's about to have a good time. The sun is out for summer
vacation and it's time to have some fun. The summer breeze is cooling everybody off after
a long day under the sun. Everybody's out at the beach building sand castles, playing
beach volleyball, surfing in the ocean, and relaxing on the sand. I hope everyone is able
to bring some beach towels, beach umbrellas, and plenty of sunscreen. All people could go
for a glass of iced tea or lemonade after a long day. Summer vacation is like going to a
summer festival at Central Park in New York City. Sometimes, all of the summer days are a
little bit boring, but some of them are filled with a lot of fun and a lot of excitement.
There's a lot to do during the summer, like, going to summer camp, , reading books filled
with plenty of adventure, and stuff. There's 104 days of summer and everyone's not going
to blow it. Even though summer will be over and temperatures will drop down, summer will
be an unforgettable season.


Details | Free verse | |

Beach Sunday

Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach
As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth 
Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water;
Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs.

The morning of the last day of the weekend
Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery
Hours of indulgence line up for their embrace;
Hip pockets of foreboding at their climax.

Early morning dog-walkers greet huskily  
Willingly trapped in the endless cycle of pet love
A petrol blue Labrador bunkers about;
Unleaded freedom amongst the beach grass.

Turning, the old train line left-frames the scene
Coarse grass yields to sand and sea
Near distant the old village shop and pub;
Blytonesque imagery from my childhood. 

Returning home to my lazy Sunday brunch
Coherent and intelligible thought pervades
Deliberations on tomorrows' toil dissipate
As I resolve to live in todays' jigsaw piece.