Stanza 1
Lost in a loop again,
Where assurances polished,
But actions stay missing.
Stanza 2
Lost in a loop again,
Hearing lips craft carefully
Sentences,
That collapse once the room
ejects.
Stanza 3
Lost in a loop again,
Where apologies come
Pre-packaged,
But accountability never
Conveys.
Stanza 4
Lost in a loop again,
Listening to voices rehearse
Integrity,
Like a script they never intend to perform.
Stanza 5
Lost in a loop again,
Caught between what they
Say
And what they refuse to do.
Stanza 6
Lost in a loop again,
And the echo becomes a
Warning,
That lip service is just
Another silence.
Goat status
Goat money
Money on vices
Money on dreams
Dreams of being the greatest
Dreams of forever love
Love of people
Love for kindness
Kindness opens doors
Kindness warms hearts
Hearts of the city
Hearts of the world
World of pain
World of confusion
Confusion on respect
Confusion on fear
Fear of failure
Fear of truth
Truth hurts
Truth cuts
Cuts through lies
Cuts through money
Money schemes
Money trees
Trees with no leaves
Trees provide no shade
Shade from the heat
Shade from the gossip
Gossip kings
Gossip girl
Girl meets boy
Girl meets serpent
Serpent whispers
Serpent lies
Lies cause death
Lies rewrites history
History tainted
History praised
Praised then killed
Praised then crucified
Crucified for beliefs
Crucified for truth
Truth heals
Truth sets you free
Free speech
Free food
Food will spoil
Food will dry
Dry
Spoil
“Welcome”
a robot effigy of painted aluminium
on its face a vestigial smile
chill, uncharismatic and instant,
voicing through it
like rasping metallic file,
a platinum echo, distant.
Its unmoving countenance
worn like a habit, a shiny mask, ill-fit
the smirk of a smile sewn on,
with crayon drawn on,
it did not move as if to prove
a robotic ability as ventriloquist.
I was transfixed
with words that keenly gnawed:
“You have been thawed.”
I looked around with icy perception,
with roving eye and no movement of limb,
where had I been?
As my body warmed and my limbs gained inflection,
so my mind was pierced with icicles of truth
of a previous existence and a distant youth.
It’s all coming back now,
it had worked somehow:
Cryogenics.
I don’t wanna stand still but I can’t move forward.
I’m stuck on myself and everything I have done.
I don’t think I can forgive myself.
I know I have no business getting any redemption this time.
Solid Is Illusionary
We are elemental echos in illusionary domains
Fleeting spectors in a realm of imagined remains
Where this invisible blanket of solidity can unfold
As long ago our shapeshifting dreams foretold
The ashes of truth are trapped in the fires lie
In a vail so thin where enlightenment must surely die
Lays the unseen sanctum for metaphysical bridging between
Here and where memories flow in the narrow astral plain unseen
There where the funeral flames fade
Be not lost, but found, where the homesick soul laid
Of the silent searcher who sleeps within
In the never never land where all dreams begin
Miscommunication
I told her she looked elegant
But she just heard elephant
Oh don’t get me wrong I quipped
And before I could stop it slipped from my lip
I do love the pachyderm
‘My mistake,’ I thought, and began to squirm
The look on her face was clear to all
No time to wait no time to stall
I said ‘elegant, the dress is a beaut’
You don’t look fat at all - just nice and cute’
Oh dear I think I just made it worse
Silently she mouthed a curse
To set things aright I must attempt
For from her wrath I am least exempt
‘Elephant is the furthest thing
Your ears aren’t that big and your trunk don’t swing’
I stammered and stuttered
My heart skipped and fluttered
Silent no more ‘YOU’ came the trumpet
My sweet wife became an angry strumpet
All by a word simply mistaken
And so I sleep ne’er to awaken
Around the North Carolina’s red clay
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Not as I do, I am older than you
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
Puff away, cough you say,
Burn this not such a puff-puff away
Nor give-give awaiting to inhale
Boy, back N my day you have,
a cigarette in a child’s age
You’ll spend a day in jail
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows well
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows bails
Not as I do, I am older than you
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Puff, puff, puff cough, cough
Them children should N be smokiN
puff-PUFF-puff
I wonder if I faved a poem I wrote
Followed by a long and wordy quote
A plea to soothe the PS algorithm
Would it be praised or viewed as rising schism
are you brainwashed ? or is she sociopath ghost !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
I wish I didn't love and I wish more
I wish we had never met or said hello
I wish you were still a stranger to me
I wish our love never started to grow
I wish all our mistakes didn't happen
I wish things had just gone differently
I wish you weren't the one I dreamed of
I wish when my eyes closed you I didn't see
I wish you could find forgiveness
I wish your heart wasn't cold as ice
I wish I wasn't so stubborn and mean
I wish I could have just been nice
I wish you would come home to me
I wish you would just go away
I wish all this never would've happened
I wish I'm coming home you would say
Hurl the spear of grief
against the flayed sky
The depth of every betrayal
roots have taken hold in the mattress
- a clichéd fact
Too much pain and too much conflicts
strong emotional currents
The treadmills invisible source
filters through a stone wall
nauseating stench, putrefaction
- chlorophyll-deficient status
Humans sniveling complaints
Neither dusk nor dawn can delude me
Your mode of denial, determines my fate
brooding does not happen on its own
Absence of response is also an answer
but action eliminates doubt
Let the wind draw its final breath
- pack up your trash
Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.
I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.
(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.
I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.
See, I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.
And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.
I've come to learn from my mistakes-
that patience gets you nowhere.
Not when one's committed-
(to serve) themselves; although it's not fair.
(I) love you for many reasons-
and I'm not sure that will change.
But you've shown me by your choices-
you don't love me the same way.
Choices aren't mistakes-
see, they are conscious trains of thought.
You choose to make decisions-
that you know leave me distraught.
So, since you choose to hurt me-
instead of fixing what you've broken...
I choose to walk away-
my sense of worth has been awoken.
It seems
At least to me
That…..they
Are always there
Hidden in those instants
Wherein I lose my focus
Drift into “un-thinking”
Move without my own consent
Call ‘em what you will
Imps, trolls, the Billy goats Gruff
A synaptic surfer
Washed ashore
Popcorn scattered on the beach
Pursued by satiations seagulls
An off-key note
Sabotaging a symphony
A keyboard cannibal
Consuming all thought
Hunting in the alphabetic jungle
Of scrambled words
I have cursed them and cajoled them
All to no avail
An effort less successful
Than a dog chasing its tail
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