We all mark time
until, in time,
we mark loss.
In the meantime,
we make our
mark
and
mark-make.
I can't imagine
my life alone.
Without having someone
I can call my own.
Curled up in my bed
with no one there.
No one to hold me
and tell me they care.
Wake in the morning
tears on my cheeks.
Realize I'm not dreaming
and pull up the sheets.
Sit at my table
conversing with air.
Knowing and hating
that no one is there.
Heart slowly breaking
I crawl back into bed.
If this is my life now,
I'd rather be dead.
Again and again,
the cycle repeats.
No one to hold me,
and share our heartbeats.
A life slowly fading,
to a featureless blur.
A love to be given
if someone was there.
You Know,
It's Not Especially
Heroic To Say:
"I Give Up,
You Can Have Him,
You Deserve It
Anyway..."
Just Desserts,
Don't Have To Be...
Do I Hafta' Say It?
Just Dessert.
Not "DESERTS!"
Deserts Are Beautiful,
Skies Are Beautiful,
Clouds Are Beautiful,
Welcome The Rain...
Cool And Refreshing,
Pouring Into Everything
Soothing And Shifting,
Calming The Pain...
In Beautiful Splendor...
A Butterfly Dies,
And Not One Rat
Ever Wept Tears.
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2025
We live together
People, nations, countries, continents
White, brown, and black look different
Maybe, but behind an ancient heart
Our lives have come to colorful life
Colors are different, but together one
There is no color. All the colors are the light.
More than the rainbow. Illusion that life
We live together. We can. In the light
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
The Universe Is Always:
PERFECT.
Perfectly Balanced In
Energy Equality...
Perfectly Beautiful
With That One Only Rule:
BALANCE.
So What Is There
Not To Appreciate?
Beauty Everywhere,
Your Eyes Cannot
Look Enough
To Engorge Yourself
Over-Full...
BEAUTY.
So, Why Mess With It?
It's Already Perfectly
Balanced And Beautiful,
And Nothing Can Ever
Be Done To Change That.
No Matter How Hard
You Try, Or Complain
For A Change And Cry...
LIFE.
Life Is Change
A New Perspective
Upon Perfect Beauty...
It Has One!
A Perspective!
A Change!
DYNAMIC.
Quit Your Whining,
Stop Complaining,
Change Is Good...
I Hate To Say It:
No Matter What:
NEW PERFECTION!
OBSERVATION!
Change Is Perfect.
Change Is Good.
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2025
The Endless Universe;
In All Estimations:
Endless In All
Directions...
Not Merely Substance,
But A Unique Characteristic
Choice In The Cavernous
Realization Of Probability's
Muse, A Passing Result In
Another GigaBaZillion
Final Answers In
(Apparently) Random
Machine Gun Decision
Bombardment.
And I'm Aimless
Wandering...
See A Little Leaf
Stuck To A Concrete
Floor, And Wonder
Why I Just Don’t
Do Something
About It.
Don't Tell Me.
Please?
I Really Appreciate
The Amusement.
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2025
I have lived in your Life — once before —
A whisper — through your Door —
A Shadow bent upon the Chair —
That was — and is — not There.
I knew your Breath — before your Mouth —
I touched the Sun — by going South —
And in your Gaze — a Window shone —
To prove — what I had always known.
The Years — cannot divide the Thread —
Nor Silence — hide the Words — unsaid —
The Pulse remembers — though the Vein —
Denies the Music — once again.
I have Lived — in your Life — before —
I will — when Time admits — once more —
Beyond the Grave — or Clouded Door —
Eternity — repeats the Score.
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
this journey is mine alone.
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
Little gestures of kindness
can pierce the shadows,
and dawn breaks no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.
May we be blessed to understand
one of the most important lessons of life
that is perhaps the farthest reaching:
How as children or parents
we should never stop our learning
because life…
will never stop its teaching.
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
Living every moment
Listening to nature
Laughing when feeling joy
Learning a life lesson
Lifting up the weary
Limiting our mistakes
Loving our Creator
Mysteriousness and sacredness
Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire
I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light
The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind
In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life
I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind
Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven
Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”
“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is
The atmospheres of those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there
By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."
With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.
Friendly passengers
Today, after work, I waited for the train
It was delayed, but later came, full of passengers
I saw there is no space for me. I needed to stay
And waiting for the next train
An indian man called me
“My friend! You have space here! Get on!”
We had a good chat during the trip
This Indian gentleman is filled with goodwill and God’s love
God bless him!
The same thing happened two days ago
But then it was morning, and then I was rushing to work
A friendly Polish guy said, “Come, brother, here is space!”
He was very smily, like Terence Hill
God bless this gentleman also!
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