Again into Another Day
Again,
I will walk
through another day.
I want a morning.
A noon.
An afternoon.
Let there be doors
on every side.
And beside each door,
a flame tree.
Under the flame trees,
lovers may be sitting.
Or cows.
Or goats,
tethered to ropes.
And from the auction house
where pain and sorrow
are put up for sale,
perhaps
I will buy
a little loneliness
and carry it away
with me.
We have a chance each morning…
before we walk out our front door
to be a better person…
than we were the day before…
Right away we notice…
when our feet first hit the floor
that we are a little different
than we were the day before.
Certainly we’re one day older…
but there’s also something more…
more than just our age
that makes us different than before.
Love and loss…victory and defeat…
we never know what’s in store
whatever happened yesterday…good or bad
makes us a little different t
han we were the day before.
Each day brings with it new adventures…
each moment we’re awake
and we hope we learn as much from our successes
as we do from our mistakes.
But on we go…we forge ahead…
out into the world we soar…
hoping today we are a little better
than we were the day before.
Perhaps a little kinder, more compassionate,
more accepting…and what’s more…
perhaps a little wiser t
han we were the day before.
If not…there is one consolation…
tomorrow…
when our feet first hit the floor
we’ll be given another chance
to be a little better
than we were the day before.
So much do, so much say, words come
endless minds wondering
Losing sleep like insomnia but I do not claim
Pills or excuse to your conviction of insanity
Same as I who knows what of their actions
Why a heart love so much it hates
Can not destroy love through destruction
It's desire passion of kindness at its best
Are we ashamed of who we become as a nation
That our fight, dignity to freedom falls
In hands those who wants kill us all
Where sin no longer confess but life itself it is
Forgotten commandments to good, burn like flag
Trading your life as the killer pulled trigger
Our behavior, only yourself to blame
Consequences you point if to save your own neck
Radical wars rage but not of peace and change
Concept not logical to theory is only an idea
Where truth to reality you cover eyes
Devastation of chaos a body lays maimed breathless
Their life, was it worth decision of your actions
Another world, unlike evil about to unleash
Defend your own, die like a man; not cowards
Can America be saved desolate grave souls breath
Or face their own demise at hands of demon men
Yet another quote on the internet that i read
"If the person you love the most puts a gun to your head, what would be your last words?"
"It's okay, it's not your first time" I'd say
The sword you've twisted in me, again and again
My flesh healed long before, but it remembers the wounds it held
Your twisted and beautiful smile faded out deep beneath the folds of your face
But this is your doing, isn't it?
"Don't worry, it's not my first demise from the hands i hold dear"
No tears left to fall, no scars to hide
I have succumbed to the darkness i once thought was the light
Yet another quote on the internet that i read
My heart pulled out of my chest
Am a mess of your worse intentions
And now, am just dead.
A young discus thrower hurls the discus with all his might
It lands, churning up the soil somewhere nearby
The discus thrower is happy, or perhaps disappointed
If his rival has managed to throw the discus further
Let’s try to give these competitions some meaning
Is there anything in them, hidden behind the obvious
Behind the victories and defeats – perhaps a thirst for a little power,
A sublimation of war, or, conversely, the peaceful labour of farmers?
Or do competitions serve as a consolation for those
Who cannot or do not wish to compete?
But perhaps someday, another time,
When discs are made to order,
Tailored precisely to the thrower’s palm.
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You stars, goodnight.
We're walking, hand in hand.
Our little lanterns guiding us;
as you lead us from above - up there, you're shining.
We barely twinkle, below.
Waiting for that superstar to rise -- how much longer now?
Second star to the right, that's the way.
And then straight, all the way to the final destination. You can't miss it the island that doesn't exist.
Blue lagoon, pink clouds, somewhere only we know.
Soon.
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You in the shadow of your room
A young woman, not yet in your prime
Following the ways of your mother
Pulling strands of deepest indigo blue
And richest madder reds
Across the woolen warp of the loom.
Knotting nimbly as you go,
Mind relaxed, absorbed, immersed
Transported hour after hour
Day after day, month by month
A youth protected and well spent
In the deepest reaches of ancestral time.
When it’s done
You will have woven a masterpiece
Something you will quietly glow with
Something that will long outlast you
Your children, grandchildren, great
Grandchildren and culture.
You will have created a portal
Reaching across time
And space, across cultures
To suck in and absorb
The world weary
To another world.
In this other world
Children laugh and play as children do
But also learn the ways of deepest time
And spend their days apprenticing
In the ways of subtle earthy magic
The ways of warp and weft, knot and dye.
A world beyond time
In a space where lovers meet
Babies sleep
And the old die in peace
Held together on the sturdy loom
Of traditions, bound by hardship and love.
(9/18/26)
The most popular newborn male’s name in Israel in 2025: Muhammad
I guess that’s what happens when 'Jews commit genocide'
They start giving their kids Moslem names, don’t they
~ Any other fraudulent claims you want to accuse Israel of today?
________________________________________________________________________
If you doubt the truth of line one, please, please fact-check to your
heart's delight.
To make sure that lines two and three are clear: They are written
as total satire; They are completely and unequivocally untrue!!
The population of Israeli Arabs - that's right: Israeli Arabs who are
full citizens - while only about 25% that of Jewish Israelis, is growing
so fast that Muhammad is the most popular name for new baby males
in the entire country! Amazing! (Some 'genocide,' eh??)
Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
rippling stream heart,
inducing isthmus of,
harrowing bereavement,
blue vault fluke
surreal concoction,
shrouded in mystique,
enigmatic shroud,
shrouded pang,
otherworldly episode
Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
Tune into another episode,
Download the script,
Encrypted data is coming through,
It's up to you to decode,
Explode into your role,
The sole actor of a show,
A monodrama only you know,
Choose how you want it to go,
Follow the guidelines,
A design made by you,
True to your intentions,
It grows in your dimension,
And add some tension,
Your attention is key,
When acting out a reality,
Only you can see the camera,
The Extras on the set,
Don't even know it yet,
So, you get to decide,
when the tides will turn,
Learn how to engage,
Set the stage for success,
Mess around a little,
A brittle shell will soon crack,
Packed full of potential,
An exponential increase awaits,
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Jesus was born in a shepherd's lowly manger
So that I can be born as a highly manager
Behind the scene God was preparing
The redemption was part of the plan
Jesus's birth was the initiation of the redemption plan
Enroute His death on the Calvary cross
The birth of Jesus Christ is the foundation for the perfection
Of the redemption of mankind
The first Adam brought poverty, sickness and damnation
The second Adam restored riches, health and redemption
We are redeemed from the curse of the law after His death
The Prince of peace returns the glory of man
Jesus's birth came to restore joy to mankind
Christmas is joy to the world for the fulfillment Of His covenant.
(Written 25/12/2025)
two more times around the clocks,
one more time to tie my shoes and socks,
another day without you, in an infinite line,
to regret a new way the fault was mine
Another beautiful sunset
I'm allowed to see
It's colors of fuchsia
And light cobalt blue lets me be
How swiftly that sunset
Drifted down to earth
Like magic it went from view
But I know nature will rebirth
Once night passes through
Dreams must reach their fatal end
At the moment dawn wakes the sun
Yawning with a paternal warmth
He proclaims another day has begun
Rising over meadows, mountains, and vast seas
Early morning light glows with prismed color
Amber skies carry gentle wafts of wind
Kissing away the morning mist
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