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Cease

Cease

Nothing lasts  forever
Good and evil conclude
Pain and joy resolve
And life has expiration
Careful not to soar or plunder
All things end

Be Yourself and Everyone Else is Taken

Be yourself and everyone else is taken 
What you find cut from ownself?
Everyone in their own too fallen,
But it's better than lose own relief.


The world is too much big 
Then you think, you be else,
Man pretty in his own rig
If wear good but other's, it's conclude false.

The wills and thoughts are free
The all you see in own are yours,
But try to become like else,be as a tree
Scientifically lives but not lives in own dress.

Living beings the best in their own 
If someone posses them it's slave grown.

Feseration

Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end. 
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due 
to her lack of reality. 
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging. 
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch . 
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position 
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences 
The formulas to be remenised


The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes 
Detailing the need of men
To procreate

INTERLUDE

     Song of life starts from the very childhood 
     initiating symphony with prelude.
      supposed to be sung in parental care.
     Mostly nice, yet tune may be sad , though rare.
 
     Interlude is the sweetest part of song
     to be enjoyed in youth, though not too long.
     Busy, active, vibrant and dynamic
     Ups and Downs , staying enthusiastic.
     Old age is last portion sung on postlude.
     Tone in low, slow, morose mood to conclude.

LOCKED OUT

You cheated in our relationship
You said one thing, and it was actually for another
Supposed to be number one
Turned out into no number at all
I was put on pause
You were the cause
Always stepping out
Here and there all about
Mr. Swinger and Ms. Slinger
Decided to investigate
Catch you in the act 
Wasted no time
I found your address book
It wasn’t hard taking a look
Went on the mission quest
Spotted you sitting at the bar with some other women
Drinking to your heart’s content
Time was my pursuit
You acted surprised
You didn’t realize, but a camera pointed and now there is proof you cheated
Every excuse you tried
Nothing you said made any sense
You were busted on the spot
Now who is locked out now
Your female split and left swiftly
Never to return
When will you learn?
Now have a new attitude
As for you, now a conclude
Found someone else who loves me for me
He knows how to soothe
His dancing is ever smooth
A cheater locked out and loss
I was the forbidden force
Alone in your mess
So long sucker, you didn’t do your best
I could care less.

Spoiler Alert

Spoiler Alert

Inspiration
Never TELLS
What The
TRUTH
May Be…

It Lays Exposed
Or Hides Concealed
Until REVEALed
For You To Conclude
What It Means…

No Mass Hysterical
Mumbo
 -Nor-
 Jumbo…
Can Beat… Or 
Even Attain… 
 A
Single
Individual
Awareness.

***

It's STILL
Your Turn.

-Gray Squirrel
07-16-2025

Who Am I?

When people call me an atheist, 
I just nod my head. 
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”

Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.

Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.

To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.

When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it? 
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?

On the Birth of AI Poetry

On the Birth of AI Poetry

With reckoning, we must conclude
Our techno masters have pursued
The human brain to cast aside
As muse embraces its new bride

And so the columns that once fell
To keep us bound within their spell
Are churned out now, crisp and clean
By soulless, heartless cold machine

No use here, mill of the mind
No sweat to pen, or the grind
All achieved through lounge and laze
With ego gorging lauding praise

Is Shakespeare turning down below
At creators course death blow
Will Frost be wearing sour sorrow
What path now, would he follow?

SINISTER

SINISTER

Why prove it?
Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no
sensibility,
In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us.
Does it make sense?
With this we ponder each day,
That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed
is yourself,
The opinion of others doesn’t matter,
Self-absorbed is the only thing I see,
Maybe, Maybe not, but this is what I can conclude from this.
Deeper I seek to find an answer to this madness.
How can we confirm what is evil from hate?
The greed for superiority with failure of morale
Can you ever really hide from Human Evil?
It never really goes away,
They are born in arrogance,
And will become egotistical it’s a must.
To play this game,
Where we never win,
This game of pain,
This game of torture and misery.
What can we really do about it?
But to let it be…
Karma wins..
Maybe not now ,
But eventually it always does.
Chins up and best of luck…

Unknown Poet

I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys 
My pen is poised

To trickle out
Some tale about 
A butterfly
Or sunset sky

As sweet as jam
With rhythm slam
Dunk in your tea 
My soliloquy 

I'm a poet
Happy to show it
So on your bike
As I drop the mic

You may have guessed
If you passed the test 
As you peruse 
This lyrical muse

That no comp will claim
This shot at fame
My Shakespearean blooper
Hardly 'poetry super'

When the quill is dry
Or my muse is shy
Or the peripatetic 
Pen pleads "pathetic"

I turn in shame
When love's words are lame
Yet in hopeful reason
This may be the season 

Of drought, no doubt
It may be a good shout
Though my lack I berate
Truth is; seasons rotate

To conclude, I am hopeful
I can re-shape the doleful 
Convert all this stressin'
I'm a poet.
                   (no messin')

In My Dream

In my dream I dreamt
I was with someone
The face was clouded
So i did not know
Who this person was

His clouded shape showed
He was average height
it was all I've seen 
Of  his body shape
I've seen in my dream

He called out my name
I was so surprised
All I  did was stared
Pondered who he was
I could not recall

He  said he knew me
We met long ago
I could not think of
Who this person was
He knew who I  was


I  could not conclude
Who this person  is
I am waiting to dream 
For him to reveal
Who  he is to me

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day, my pain will go away 
Maybe one day, I’ll feel the healing someday 

Maybe One Day 

Maybe one day, the bad memories will flee 
Maybe one day, my thoughts will be stress free

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day, my heart will not hurt anymore 
Maybe one day, it will be filled up with amor

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day, the scars of life will fade away the wounds 
Maybe one day, my cry’s will conclude 

Maybe One Day

Is 

Today

GRAND ILLUSION

"It's not in the way that you use it"
with the color of that money
Made a "run" for it
"Something is tearing us apart"
A "Bad: influence took control
But I "walk(ed)" away
I am "hung up up on your love"
I "take a chance" but flew away like dove
"Holding on" for my own good
Do I " miss you" Love
"Holy Mother" let's pray
To conclude the" mask of confusion"
It has been a "Grand Illusion"

Grand Illusion  from Eric Clapton's AUGUST ALBUM

Reddi-Whip

Here’s today’s New York surprise
I witnessed with my own two eyes:
Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted
To nineteen (and yes, I counted!).

Lined up on a bench, as well
As underneath, and I could tell
They all were empty, for the caps
Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps.

There was no whipped cream residue
And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through,
So with these clues, I did conclude
That this was gobbled up as food.

Yet one more possibility
Did naturally occur to me – 
A group of young adults or teens
Went crazy spraying all their jeans.

I’ll never know just what took place – 
The detritus, though, I’ll embrace
As fodder for my daily poem
About the place that I call home.

Synchronize: A Dance of Thought and Feeling

Synchronize: A Dance of Thought and Feeling

This momentary presence

The rhythm of overflowing excitement
Distant silence of blue mountains.
Tender steps breezing a dance —
Can there be more to this moment to meet?

The inner ecstasy of awareness glows,
Radiating peacefully from deep within.
Shapes of blankness reflect in shades —
Can there be more to this moment to feel?

A sanctuary of ideas, emotions, reflections — we conclude,
Building momentum toward the abstract: known and unknown.
Will you hustle a smile, harbour attachment, or quietly slide —
Screaming joy, gleaming sad, letting all abide?

;dead and born the next moment.

For the moment that's past

This distance to now, still in the dance here and living.

;recover from the thought, the future is cast.

For the feeling in waves

This thought is a claim, every step bending bait for conquer,
This feeling be a touch in the still, bringing past waves to future base.

;flowing with divine grace.

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