It sort of feels like what’s blurry is real,
roses and death’s-head moths breeding.
Oh magic mirror hanging on the wall,
please rid my mind of contamination.
Thick fog creates distorted verities.
Right becomes left and left is now right.
I must win this fight, confusion is war.
Second guesses, incomplete sentences
on purpose an important bite left out.
In a flat spin with your hands held up,
it sort of feels like what’s blurry is real.
Right becomes left and left is now right,
without a compass I’m completely lost.
Magic mirror allow me to see my path.
Better yet leave my future scrambled,
there’s an addictive quality to chance.
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.
He had his chance at life
Fear held him back
Instead of moving forward
He retreated in reverse
His tombstone’s inscription terse
‘Life’s blessing ~ his curse’
When I Fall
By Frank Daub
When I fall unaware of sin,
is God aware of me? Does He
see sin as second chance to win
Eternity?
And if eternity’s the prize
Which degree will I find there?
The brightened streams of Paradise
Or the tempest--blackened air?
Intelligent answers
Come from intelligent
Question
Might I mention
That's an undisputed
Claim
One is one
Unless divided
That's the way it
Is ain't no time
For foolish games
Do wop auh we-we
It calculated
Worry about the
Whole part
Stop worrying
Bout me
Down to the wire
Down to the last
Minute ah champion
Proud and tall
A man
For ah World to see
Do my best go out there
And exploit the tension
Science majors, and grapplers
Compliment me
Hold my trophy high
For the world
To see
Excited bout the night
I defend my title
Boo's and jeers greet me
But there is some who
Appreaces championship
Quality
Theres a lot of fans cheering
For me
His wealth and notarity
Talents line up
Too face me
Got that rizz
Something about me
Ya'll come down and see me
I'll do my
Ooh
Do my
Auh she muh golly ooh
Do my
Ooh do wop ooh auh
Do my
Auh she muh gallie
Muh dew
I remember a time when
That heart of yours was mine
The love that you bestowed to me
It's for that love I still pine
Every night before I go to sleep
I make certain to always pray
Each prayer I raise up to God
Ask him to lead you home someday
And when you appear at my door
And I'm giving my last last chance
I'll love you in ways undreamed
I'll give you the perfect romance
You will feel a love unknown
The way you deserve my love to be
With the love I'll give to you
You never want a day without me
attenuate Satan's evil spirit with amity and love and let us give peace a chance
The clouds spill a thousand secrets *
Masquerading as celestial tears
Tapping on window panes
Pattering on umbrellas
Whispering
To thirsting flowers
Of distant friendships
A torn canvas*
Separates
Two paintings*
Unable to agree
Seduce the stars without a script*
Melting tears into sweet fire*
Overwhelmed by the silence
Of love’s clouded secrets
CHANCE ART 4
open
&
banal
smatterings
weaved
& stretched
CHANCE ART 3
not a
la carte
CHANCE ART 2
inhibitions
inner
experience
made free
in
one living
moment
He met her on a plane from San Francisco to Des Moines
Why and how she mesmerized him, he could not possibly coin
She was the best listener he had ever had and kind too
the crush he had on her was incredibly intense in ninety-two
Thirty-three years since he said goodbye to her that day
Never saw her again after a taxi whisked her away
Did not get her number, but never forgot her smile
Every song he wrote was about her after awhile
An unrequited love that would have surprised her
She has a kind heart that is incredibly pure
He wonders sometimes if she ever thinks of him
His memories of her have never flickered or dimmed.
Great sunrise this morning
This time I was able to snag
A few rays, put them in my
Upper shirt pocket, to carry
About. Right off, a driver
Cut me off...reached in, withdrew
And smiled. Boss canceled
My day off – a rush job that
Had to be completed, I withdrew
Another. By the end of the day
They were all gone – Ah, moon-
Light, another opportunity! We
Met~ and the night beamed!
They built a life from second chances~
his divorce long past,
her first marriage finally found in him,
two late-in-life soulmates
who learned tenderness the hard way.
Together they raised children
who were never hers by blood
but wholly hers in devotion~
managing medications, meltdowns,
the fragile labor of special-needs care
that society applauds
but never supports.
Now the phone stays silent.
No calls. No cards.
Distance has become an alibi
for abandonment.
Their loneliness grows heavy,
a quiet emergency
no agency tracks,
no policy names,
no system prepares for.
And the question echoes
through their dimly lit home~
Who will care for the caretakers
when the world they held together
lets go of them?
A hellish
nightmare
or heaven’s
dream
A Poets
choice
the virgin’s
scream
Prison
waits
all hope
recalled
With heart
despondent
if I dream
small
Freedom’s
sleep
my one
repast
All shadows
banished
new questions
asked
Where fortune
trades
the moment
clean
For one
more chance
at sight
unseen
— To live renewed in heaven’s dream —
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
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