The act that might get to be passed will put real Americans last.' Its really clear the evil that will be.' They want to remove
Your cash so you are less free.' They are
Counting up your assets, and just digital
Tokens is what ( you might get?) Or you
Might not get even to see, the mundane
Obects that ate intended to exert influence over every point of your physical
Reality.!
The morning sun awakens in
your eyes,
And banishes the shadows of
the night,
The golden beams illuminate
the skies,
To fill my quiet world with
sudden light.
No treasure held within the
deepest sea,
Nor silver moon that sails the
midnight air,
Can match the peace your
heart brings to me,
Or compare to a grace so
pure and rare.
Through every shifting
season, cold or warm,
Your gentle hand remains my
steady guide,
A silent refuge from the
wildest storm,
When I am standing safely by
your side.
As long as stars shall walk the
endless sky,
My heart is yours, until the
oceans dry.
Rumple Stein opens his great
book of old,
Under the blanket, a tale will
unfold,
Magic and monsters and
heroes so brave,
Pointing his finger to a deep
hidden cave,
Leaving you dreaming of
secrets he gave.
With shimmering wings and
a wand of bright gold,
A beautiful fairy tale waits to
unfold.
She sprinkles her dust as she
tells of a brave knight,
Then tucks you in cozy and
turns down the light.
Goodnight, little dreamers,
sleep tight until dawn.
No matter what I do,
No matter what I don’t,
Return one day I’ve to
This water hole-- hangout haunt.
To this polluted river
Fouled by me to wash me clean,
Me, the same old beaver
To build my lodge anew and green.
To plough my own karmic field
To sow seeds, raise my food,
If or not they would yield,
Yet, I must try still if just to feel good.
And find I must my own fault
To start all over again,
Wash my wounds-- there’s no alt
But to play the same old refrain.
Guru there’s nor a god-man
Nor a ready-made lotion
To rub on my wounds if in vain,
Imbibing same bitter potion
And search for remedy,
Create my own antidote
To cure my self-wrought malady,
Life is to struggle, swim sans boat.
No matter what I do,
No matter what I don’t,
Return one day I’ve to
To this water-hole-- hangout haunt.
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Musings | 07.05.2026 | life, philosophy, river, quatrain
Eight long decades I’ve taken
To know this life’s touchstone like truth:
Man loves to live anywhere
But at life’s battle-hardened booth.
Yea, we scarce want to be
Where life for reason has brought us,
And wishing to migrate
There, there to fish for no cause.
Old age, as is inevitable,
As it brings me to brood,
And mind being unstable,
Ambles back to my childhood,
Which, without the least of doubt,
One of the pleasant most,
Though not always sugarcane sweet
That be chewed till void of its boast.
I recall still when I was there—
A child in flesh and blood and mood,
Not an apparition of thought,
My thoughts centred oft on adulthood.
Today I wonder, not just childhood,
Life’s every stage is such a swell time,
Which, when one gets older feels good,
But mind meanders, reason nor rhyme.
Not at life’s battle-hardened booth…
It’s taken me eight long decades
To know this life’s touchstone like truth:
Leaving all jewels, man chases jades.
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Musings | 06.05.2026 | age, birth/brood, childhood, old, quatrain
"May is the month of expectation,
the month of wishes, the month of hope."
- Emily Brontë
Come, May... stay lusciously grand
Let tunes of hope croon to me ,
My wishes held by your blooms
Leaves aglow winging carefree
Promise me...month's jubilee.
Allow breezes their gentle rolls
Dreams rising on dappled shore,
An enchantment blest by time
Answered prayer...like before ;
When spring endows season's lore!
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day — Summer
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from midday’s rest,
Awakened softly by the sun’s low quest,
The western-turning light drifts down,
And warmth still hums through field and town.
Hide-and-seek and kick-the-can,
Catching fireflies, each fleeting span—
The children’s laughter fills the air,
As birds and insects dance with flair.
Long golden days invite delight,
As coolness softens fading light.
Crickets and frogs sing sleepy tunes,
And darkness gathers ‘neath the moons.
My fields grow quiet, the evening deep,
My creatures sigh and drift to sleep.
A few last games, then baths and bed—
Where joy still dances in each head.
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from their midday slumber,
stirred by the western-turning sun,
the Sun is moving further westward,
bringing new delights to everyone.
Hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, catching fireflies,
these become the children’s joy,
as the birds and the insects dance in the skies.
This season of long days brings everyone out,
They savor the cool as the heat leaves with the sun.
Crickets and frogs sing a happy, but it is a sleepy tune,
Soon the darkness covers my fields and flowers,
the only light is from the Moon.
My Children watch with disappointment as darkness falls,
and find time for a few more games before last call.
But then it’s time for baths to prepare for bed,
where the day’s enjoyment becomes dreams that dance in their head.
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The air is warm, with a golden light,
May is the promise month, my dear,
With winter drifts so far from sight,
The summer sun is approaching here
The first sweet buds begin to bloom,
And Morning Glories wake on the vine
Away with winter’s dearth and gloom.
Spring garden, shielded by lupines.
Days grow long, hearts beat fast,
Here comes May's warm season at last.
young men speed
let out a fast rage
aged do good deeds
both don't want a cage
The passage of time, an expression that brings together a barrage of feelings that, if we are not aware, carries us without scruples through experiences that—depending on their importance—subdue us in their passing, taking hold of our dependence for long periods. And if we do not awaken from its advance, it would take us without pause to a lamentable end where, after a merciless inventory, we would see that not everything was as we would have wished, without the joy of being able to turn time back.
So let us learn from that past and continue looking, with our own strength, toward a future that smiles upon us—with love!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!
A quiet morning with dew
brimming with echoes of you.
Like the sun they glint and skid
through the skin of each eyelid.
Each day is further away
but, I want the ache to stay.
For the throb of loss soothes me,
as our eyes share, day to be.
the
filament
inside
the
heart
brings
light
from
the start
and
all
the
love
it
brings
Just like a bee that stings
your voice brings the deepness in things.
Your voice goes straight to the heart,
leaving no stain, no mark,
the same way the light overcomes the dark.
Your voice lights a spark
, with the voice of a lark,
your words bend the arc.
I choose to embark
from the life that leads me to the dark.
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