let fire eat your flaming tears
as your world stumbles and falls
landing on your glass shoulders
I want you to know—never
ever—wrap yourself in shame
step out in your wilderness
squint-eyed and confused, I can
umbrella your tears to rain
if you, so choose.
More than a soft toy,
Is a childhood friend of mine,
He's been here for ten years,
Maybe even eleven,
Why do I feel such connection,
Towards you?
You've been in most of my memories,
Grown beside me,
Is that the reason why?
When i sang a song for the first time,
Or when you consoled me in the darkest nights,
Is it because, i shared my everything with you,
Even my childhood and heart?
Oh my dear lovely jaguar,
I still remember when I hugged you while sleeping,
On the day I got you when I was five,
I just want you to know,
I still do this now.
You're my snuggling partner,
My first friend,
And my whole childhood,
My dear friend.
Your fur is worn thin now,
patches where love pressed too hard,
but to me you were never just a toy -
you were the voice of courage
when the dark grew too loud.
I held you like a secret shield,
breathing into your sewed ear
the worries I dared not share with my mother.
You guarded them in silence,
never speaking a word
but somehow - I always slept easier.
In daylight you became a friend
sailing ships across blankets,
chasing clouds across the plaster sky,
celebrating every victory
in make-believe wars you alone could prove
Even now,
you linger on my shelf,
a gentle witness that love
is stitched to last
beyond the years.
Comforting as a warm moonbeam
you come to me in the night
make me believe everything's alright
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She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
Winter warmth, comfort eating,
Dog house took some beating,
Dog got fat, so did I,
Sunny clothes did heave their sigh,
Guess, Dog, this is our fat day,
Thinner salads shall hold sway,
Lettuce shreds, lack a day,
Fat days, thin days, my yo-yo way!
You're one of the reasons why the smile sees
You're stare is the one who gives me peace
Holding hands while the silent meet
The ambience is so light cause you're one of the pieces
The unplanned is better than the planned
You're such a beautiful, unexpected bond
The invisible string gets connected in the hand
The eyes meet - talk and understand
Every time we're together, our laughter aligns,
We play and do silly things most nights.
The jokes we share, the little stuff too,
All are proof of the love I feel for you.
There’s comfort and peace with you by my side,
No overthinking, no worries to hide.
You hold my hand, your eyes give me rest,
Your smile makes my heart feel truly blessed
They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.
You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.
The sea will part, the skies will clear,
when such a voice the world can hear;
And still, when all the trumpets fade,
and all the crowns are put away
You speak as if to one old friend,
whose hand you’ll hold until the end.
Today I learned
that being me
always here for you,
always yours in intimacy
was never enough.
I did not give you
the peace your soul was searching for.
It shatters my heart…
how did we come to this?
I learned today
you were looking for comfort
in someone else’s words,
and all this time
I thought I was your world.
Have I taken you for granted?
Was it my fault all along?
I gave everything I had,
but maybe I was giving
all the wrong things.
I love you so deeply
that sometimes I wonder…
If I can’t make you happy,
maybe I should let you go.
Maybe if I were with someone
I didn’t love,
I wouldn’t weigh on his soul.
And you..
you’d be with someone
who doesn’t love you like I do,
but maybe
she’d give you peace.
And then…
we would both have peace.
But would I ever be happy?
If I found peace
and you found peace…
does that truly
mean happiness?
I wake to the desert, talking to the wind;
its voice is dry and muffled.
Sand cuts my skin as I walk;
nowhere feels like a place I belong to.
The seeming figs glow like a distant fire.
My feet are melting with every step I take.
I lose my balance when I stride;
I am surprised as the light darkens me.
Flames whirl at the edge of my sleep.
Dolores remains there, carrying fragments in her hair.
She murmurs, "Take care of my loved ones".
I turn around, but her stare does not leave me.
Water is only a mirage in my eyesight.
I watch their tiny faces drowning in silence.
I choke my breath as I consume the grime;
I confront myself, saying, "They cannot die".
They illustrate that the truth awaits at the edge.
My fist holds a gun, empty and cold.
Comfort lies in lying down and forgetting:
where living means losing myself in the unknown.
What is risk if not an invitation
to break through our existing stagnation.
We have given up our precious freedom
and invited in a life of boredom.
Could coincidences in life be clues?
Are they hints, the direction we should choose?
Should we unleash the habits of our past?
Should we break them like chains, take risks at last?
Our fear has imprisoned us in the known,
stealing from us rewards of the unknown.
The known is comfort and security.
Unknowns’ reward is creativity.
Go to where creativity exists.
There’s no reward without taking the risk.
the
lighthouse
beamed
it's
powerful light
across
the
dark wine sea
that
captured me
ask
the
ships
that
sail across
the
cliffs of wales
return
to thee
while
the
lighthouse
comfort me
Oh, those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs soft, a tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper
with grief that stained inside and out
when I embraced and lived with doubt
that voices lost to yesteryear
would still be here in atmosphere,
but breezy hands they brush my shoulder
and shake the lilacs, zephyrs bolder
as wind-tossed-scent awakens my recall
of purple June bouquets that did enthrall.
Ah, souvenirs and picture frames
can flare or tame my mourning flames.
Our days once filled with cheer and dare,
alas, souls fly as sheer as air,
or sit to contemplate as still as moss,
they come to help alleviate my loss.
I see them in rejiggered shapes of clouds
or gold of sunshine warmth spilled over crowds;
I catch a glimpse in happy eyes
and sense they’re there in spirits' guise.
A moment here and then they’re gone,
beyond white angel-air-chiffon.
I’ve come to know and feel inside
that never-ending, they’ll reside
within my heart and everywhere…
to sense them near, fulfills my prayer.
Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
Curtains hail the night
To yellow light surrendered
God’s hand strokes my head.
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