When you don't reflect, on cause and effect, you're leaping right to the middle
With half of the clue, apparent to you, you will never unwrap the riddle
But when you know how
Milk comes from a cow
You'll be over the moon, finish work before noon, cause you'll know cat comes before fiddle
_Scene: John comes home drunk, midnight_
Car door slammed at 11:58.
Keys sang like broken bells.
Heavy feet dragged the dust in,
Almost slumping.
"The night rider is back,"
Sonia said to the empty room.
He knocked anyway.
"You reek of alcohol," she told the dark.
"You never listen to advice."
His hand lifted.
Her eyes did not drop. Still.
"I won't back down, John."
The bulb buzzed between them.
His snore was surrender.
She watched the man sleep
Inside the ruin he built.
The argument was what
Burnt dried wood turn to.
The calm was colder than morning mist.
She looked at the door,
Not as wood, but as verdict.
Loveless shackles. Clanging keys.
“Course set,” her spine said.
Purpose loaded her chest.
She stood. No goodbye.
Liberation had hinges
That the door couldn't control.
Imagine If That Is Happiness,
Regardless Of Any Duress,
The Future Inevitable Appreciated
Like The Nurturing Of
An Artist's Loving Hand.
The Satisfaction Is
Built-In. Head Right
Into It, And Enjoy.
Why Not? Imagine
If That Just Works,
The Brush Stroke
Of An Artist, Not Quite
Seeing The Masterpiece...
But Enjoying The Way
He's Being Layed
Upon Such A
Beautiful Substance.
Clarity Bliss.
Grant Your Wish.
-Gray Squirrel
11-01-2025
Doesn’t have Sides.
It Has Shade.
It Has Shadows,
It Has Hues And
No Hues... It Has
Nuances Violated
By Narcissistic Reflections,
And Pure Joy Buried
In Wrapping Paper
Dreams.
Nobody Wins OR Loses,
Ever, We Can Only
Do Both...
Without Clarity.
-Gray Squirrel
10-29-2025
Words echoed that should never have been spoken.
Fiery accusations leaving hearts broken.
Twirled anger erupted, stabbing as if by a sword.
Vile innuendo from both of them, poured.
Shattered crystal, the statue she threw.
He barely recognised her, behaving like a shrew.
He glared in disbelief at the ugly scene.
Gone now, the adored devotion that once had been.
All culminating in a crescendo of bitter screams.
Her heart pounding, she envisaged her forlorn dreams.
The mirror depicts a virtual war zone.
His departure left her fragile and all alone.
She kicked the crumpled dress, realised her leg was sore.
The smashed perfume bottle still spilling across the floor.
Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.
In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing total apathy
Reflected grief spat back at me to bear
Another load, the double of my own
To take and carry, this unholy pair
Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan.
A beast of burden hauling my bloated
Carriage, cut into with refracted shards.
Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded
Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards.
I tread with caution over broken ground,
The tottering deck threatening to fall,
Step after step and though my wounds are bound
The load cuts deeper, I stumble and fall.
Impaled on broken ground, I’m laid in state.
Now. Did I this predicament create?
She sees but black.
He sees only white.
She sees the day.
He sees the night.
Both firmly convinced
without any doubt
that the other knows nothing
of what they're talking about.
She will not bend.
Neither will he.
She says, "It Is."
He says, "It can't be."
Both are stubborn as mules.
Both do remain strong
for only one can be right
and the other, dead wrong.
Two hearts that once loved,
now distant and weak.
Differences unsolved
they no longer speak.
How can two walk together
unless they agree?
Their pride kept intact
as they both are set free.
Now aged, looking back
'cross the shadowy years,
she can only recall
his face, through her tears.
As his memory now finds her
still there in his heart,
and neither remembers
why they grew apart.
She saw only black.
He saw only white.
She said, "You are wrong."
He insisted, "I'm right."
Both went separate ways.
Now, too late, comes the doubt
as they wonder… "What was it
that we argued about?"
And if I proved that stars
are not far away, just smaller,
would that make wishing
and believing less popular?
Would the sun and moon
then seem larger, perhaps large
enough, for all people to share,
and our earth a giant blessing
worth together saving? What
is size anyway? God
can be an infinitesimal concentrate
or large as a universe – would that
change His and our love for one
another, raise or lower us a degree
in any direction? Senses can
deceive...but deep, abiding love
is nowhere and everywhere, timeless
and indestructible.
Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.
Mark Twain
you’ll get no argument from me
That tepid tea, civility,
Is not the drink for such as me!
Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine!
Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line!
‘The better part of valor is discretion‘
(Henry IV, Part 1, Act 5, Scene 4)
By Shakespeare
After 38 years of marriage
I have learned to be very discrete~
I just say yes dear you are right
She cried,
She's sorry,
I cried,
You left.
The nerve.
You can come back,
You can stay,
We can stay together.
She said she'll never do it again,
She cried and held me,
You were gone.
When you come back I'll be happy,
I hope you're happy,
It wasn't my fault.
Her words were painful,
Like only a cut could heal.
I cried.
You left.
Come back and kick it,
Stay awhile,
Stay forever.
You'l be here.
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