I was there standing talking to you
A boldness to a new world of confidence and will
Gently pulling the secret strings of my heart
Each minute she speaks
Its as if with an angel s voice
She guards her disguise
Notes fall down like snowflakes
Melting on my nose ,cheeks and brow
Ill sleep well tonight
Hoping to dream of your playful ways
It may be love
Or just a bridge over a feeling
To get to a special place
Like a beautiful spot to picnic in nature
It rediscovers me as a kid
When I was happy to be alone
In a World I made up to explore
By now,the interest of attraction has become an art
Spent my money on gambles of loneliness and moments that smile back
Notes fall down like snowflakes
Melting on my nose,cheeks and brow
Ill sleep well tonight ,hoping to dream of your playful ways
It may be love or a bridge over a feeling
To get to a special place
All I have is my thanks
Even just to be my friend
Need some release from this hell
With all of this panic and mayhem
Some kind of boost to my moral
Still l'm in search of a litttle zen
As it seems l am stuck in my shell
From where l'm asked did it all stem
Mentaly l am not feeling too well
Going over same ground again
If l could enjoy the here and now
Not worring over what,where, when
But though as always l seem to dwell
On what was back then
Follow uo to here and now written 2020
It seems to me,
That in my younger years,
I would not procrastinate.
But I would first evaluate.
Then, I would calculate.
Afterward, I would vacate.
I'm aging now,
And it seems to me that
I only want to 'staycate'.
She was here for us everyday
But we forgot to ask
What she was running from
We forgot that she was human too
Not just our shoulder to cry or
Or our therapist to rely on
We forgot she needed us too
We didn't notice her
When she cried behind her perfect smile
And eyes that showed no pain
We didn't notice her
Till she became a memory to be buried within.
And we didn't reply in time
And then came a day
When she wasn't present
To make it all okay
She was already running
Away
She wanted to change the world
Do a little good in her life
But it took her away instead
And the goodness I took for granted
Left
She gave away all her love
Left herself none
And when she wanted help
People ignored her signs
And called her funny instead.
She wanted only a hand to hold
For somebody to grab her
When she plunged into the water below
Somebody to whisper
"Don't worry
I am going to be with you forever."
Lost in the Green Maze
[Verse 1]
Lost in the woods, where shadows creep,
Whispers of secrets that only the trees keep,
Woody surroundings haunting my mind,
In this green maze, what will I find?
Pay off a lien, let all clear, lost in the forest, I miss you my dear.
[Chorus]
Scream out loud, let the silence break,
Stings of the past, every move I make,
Lost in the vibes, where time stands still,
Nature’s embrace, bending to will.
[Verse 2]
Supreme visions dance in the air,
Beneath the leaves, there’s a weight to bear,
Fiend for adventure, cannot hit rewind,
Chasing the echoes, future aligned.
See the Dean, but where’s the end?
Lost again, the need for an outstretched hand.
[Outro]
Finding my path, let the journey speak,
In this greenish realm, my soul’s unique.
Nothing is broken so get up
and walk it off, you belong to the club
of hard knocks; life ain’t fair-
drink whiskey, don’t drink beer;
psychedelics open wide your mind.
She will meet you there to read
all the secrets you believed could bleed
for the passion of your dark Angelica-
with no life preserver you will drown
within her arrogant esoterica.
We dare not talk
of love
Time has robbed us
of its spark
Ever since when
to forever and then
We live in its shadow
— holding hands in the dark
(Poems Of Love: February, 2026)
If George Martin was the 5th,
as alleged,
and Yoko (possibly) the 6th,
as was said,
is AI the 7th Beatle
now John and George are both dead?
Altho' John, Paul, George, Ringo & AI
doesn't have quite the same ring to it,
'Now And Then', from 1979,
was a 2023 megahit.
Now and then the past rushes over me.
Lost memories stealing my breaths away
as relentlessly as the churning sea.
Vivid become the years of yesterday.
Thoughts aimlessly adrift; or so it seems.
My mind clings to what feels like “should have beens.”
What thrills these reels; countless forgotten dreams.
Through the heartache and tears this soul still grins.
If others could see what’s inside of me;
perhaps they too could find part of themselves.
The kaleidoscope of identity
becomes crystal clear the further one delves.
Looking through the lens of time, I do see,
the frail face of the child; I used to be.
THAT WAS THEN,
BUT THIS IS NOW
I spoke of leaves and trees
And wrote about squirrels and cats.
I observed and rescued yard bugs
From hungry black widow spiders.
I was touched by homeless people,
And moved to action by a hungry lady
BUT THAT WAS THEN,
AND THIS IS NOW
Now, 2000 miles removed from western city life,
to a rural southern setting; I am smothered
with open spaces in a simple and quiet place.
I am now highly alert of spiders, snakes, and wasps;
But yet I feel the heartbeat of friends now so far away.
The here and now is very different from the there and then;
But as I relax and muse, I remember:
THAT WAS THEN,
BUT THIS IS NOW
I’ve only desired to light old lamps with young wicks
(the tongues of flame must be blinking hard with vigilance)
Across dark, mildewed alcoves that smell of ink —her writing ink —
But one thing led to the other, and the ink I
Found froze in my eyes, the bottle instantly petrified among desert ruins.
I searched, from my village to Nantucket, borrowing
The courage of voyaging storms, seeking earnestly her quill feather,
Just to caress her pretty face with it.
But the power of distance arrested me midway and warned me
Of the dangers of costly adventures.
I hankered after a trained parrot —an amanuenses of note—
With less brilliant plumage,
Electrifying elocution,
To detect to me the protocols of her language.
But that, too, failed.
The parrot was either born mute or chose to be.
I did all I could? to seek, to find, to locate, to identify items
Belonging to her —bric-a-brac of a telling age.
And then there were none.
I’m setting off past through the close
Towards the light of day
Move up and down, back and forth
Without a word to say
Call me abruptly just in time
I shall return as soon as
More clouds will enclose the sky
More silence heave the corners
And then you enter with a smile
The clock stroke twelve, and then..
What's happened then to you and I?
Remind me if you can.
.
yesss
dark
yourn latch 'to
mine
yourn tuck
'neath mine wing
yourn tuck to thuh
'most
stow away
yourn
taut titter
tough
glisterz
every moon
'gainst your flesh
'gainst
'gainst
'gainst mine
freely
in thuh pitch
and not just at
night
*titter: 1610–20; compare Old Norse
tittra to quiver, Swedish (dial.) tittra to
giggle
When my body is sculpted to perfection,
When my beauty gleams without a flaw,
You may whisper that I’m artificial—
But I am not. I am the raw,
Unyielding truth of perseverance,
The echo of battles I’ve won alone.
You question me with narrowed eyes,
Raise suspicions like storm clouds overhead.
You never saw the fire beneath my skin,
The silent strength in every thread
Of muscle forged through pain and grit—
You never asked what made me whole.
You judged my books, my songs, my soul,
With a heart colder than winter’s breath.
But I will rise through ash and ember,
Shine brighter than the stars of death.
I am not your fleeting fancy—
I am the storm, the calm, the flame.
And when I stand in triumph’s light,
Know this: I remember every slight.
I remember how you turned away
When I was broken, night and day.
So if you don’t love me now,
You don’t deserve me then.
I am worth the struggle,
The climb, the scars, the bend.
And when I soar, untouched by doubt,
It’s not my loss—it’s yours,
Without a doubt.
Then? What then?
What about the
Bare legs
Seeking address
Wait. Be a snail.
Then the hours
Began undressing
And then?
Wait.
No unleashed
Impulses.
The earth tilts
Towards the sun
Here in India
Dusk thickens
In California
Legs in line
Mostly bare
For the dancing hall
Sea and seagulls
Some vultures too
Mingled with the
Moneylenders
Waves and wavelets
Tipsy and tottering
Hard orange pieces
In pursuit of
soft ones
Twilight in the bottle
Exuberance in deluge
Here the legs
And hands
Raise the curtain
Bread and butter
Poetry and Mathematics
Computers and
Greenfields
Fish and mutton
Then? And then?
Then? What then?
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