grief, a solitary room
walls drawn in close against self—
dim quiet withheld
each breath sounding too loudly
in hollow hush of absence
the room starts to stretch
doorways open still unseen—
corridors seep loss
footsteps outside stroll beside
the room with sole grief inside
outside, the landscape
widens under muted skies
others move through it
their shadows criss-cross the line
collecting recognition
air thickens when shared
to drift and carry between
each fragile meeting—
to the weather we move in
slowly, learning how to breathe
what felt set apart
softens within the landscape
drifting through thin walls
silence now inhabited
by more than one heart beating
A door slides open~
not with sound,
but with a feeling,
as if the air itself has stepped aside.
Shadows lengthen into questions,
and the ordinary
tilts just enough
to make the mind lean closer.
Here, clocks forget their manners,
logic loosens its collar,
and a single choice can echo sideways
into a world almost like ours~
but not quite.
Somewhere, a narrator watches,
half-smile, half-warning,
inviting me to cross the line
between what was and what is.
And for a moment,
I stand in that thin, electric hush~
the place where the present wavers,
and the past asks,
What is a remote?
Waiting for god to take me
You may not agree
But I am desperate to cross the line
Your endless punishment made me resign
My fate secured due to your cruelty
Was destroying my life your duty
Or intentional to strangle
No one could be thankful
For the hell you dealt me
Pin me down and set me free
Begging you to grant me a wish
Make is easy or use your almighty to squish
Anyway is easier than what you chose
I did nothing for you to impose
This horrendous treatment you allowed to happen
Only torture no compassion
Put me out of this pain and misery
Send my name to the pages of history
God please stop playing games with me
Either finish me or set me free
God I have prayed for you and you have no responded
Not a single gesture or hand to be guided
Your presence has not been felt
More like a constant beating with a belt
You have not been kind
I am not blind
God you did this for your entertainment
Each different thing your arrangement
God you have failed me
Nobody could disagree
Are you even real
You don’t listen to my appeal
Or fill my heart with anything
Unless you also want to bury me
TRUMP DID CROSS THE LINE
ON REINER HE DID OPINE
A PATHETIC WHINE
Its might can contain you
But only for the moment that you care
They will challenge you
But only for how long they can stare
They will see if you will cross the line
That they have drawn in the sand
But if their claims have no moral value
The wind will erase the reason for their demand
I remembered what you did to me in the past
You caused me to shatter like glass
I lost myself trying to stay freinds with you
I played the wrong cards now I've got permanent scars
You want me to forgive you for what you did
You took everything to far with no regards
I put you first so many times
Everytime you said you cared for me that was nothing but staright lies
You made me feel worth less then a dime
You made me want to give up time after time
You aplogize like that will make everything right
Sorry but not tonight
I fell for your tricks to many times
I kept on trying to please you losing myslef to pure manipulative evil
Took advantage of my heart left me suffering in the dark falling apart
The past still haunts me at night flash backs of what you've done
I've moved on hun, got better with my life
Now your trying to come back after all that time
I wont let you in and break what i've mend
This is goodbye no more give me one more time or im sorry
You've cross the line
This time I warned you so to you a goodbye
vroom…vroom
Toot-toot
near miss
stay tuned
I say
highways are not
not hard
takes a Bard
to park this poem
vroom…vroom
make room
I’m here to stay
not ruin
someone else’s poem
near miss
stay tuned
takes a Bard
to take a part
in this traffic
easy go
when it’s light
but when it’s heavy
write…right…write…left
crossing lines
make sure they’re not double
seeing reality
toot-toot
vroom-vroom
have to cross the line
so I don’t hit
the accident
don’t do a bang up job
back at it
write right
write left
beep beep
back home
lay back
pop up
watch show
Wild Dreamer
Son Of Life...
Tree Of Choice.
Every Dream Can
Have A Voice.
Sovereign Instincts
Call For Breath,
Passions' Pleasure:
Instant Death.
You'll Be Fine!
Cross The Line...
You Want What?
That One's Mine.
Share The Banquet
Spread About...
Sweeter, Hotter
Swollen Doubt.
Orange Blossoms
Conjure Up the
Warmest Radiance!
Cup To Cup.
***
Where All Decisions
Will Be Made.
Take A Bite!
Be Afraid.
-Gray Squirrel
05-29-2025
They say our names like they belong,
like a chorus in some love song.
They smile, they tease, they swear they know—
but they don’t feel the weight below.
I laugh, I play, I wear the mask,
pretend it’s fine, don’t dare to ask.
But in the quiet, late at night,
my heart still flickers, dim but bright.
You stand so close, yet feel so far,
a wish I’ll never make a star.
So I stay still, don’t cross the line—
just friends, just friends—yeah, that’s just fine.
Inspired by "Part Time Lover" - Stevie Wonder
I know I’m spending too much time with you
And really ought to turn and walk away.
I came today when in my heart I knew
Just what a dangerous game it is we play
No words of love have passed between us yet.
We’ve both been careful not to cross the line.
But when you’re near it’s easy to forget
That you have yours at home and I have mine
For something in the way you smile at me
And how, when fingers accidentally meet,
They linger almost imperceptibly,
Makes time stand still and my heart skip a beat
And so, although this thing is wrong I know,
I’ll stay with you until you bid me go
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.
Ram as we all visualize is vibrant light, purity, gentle and charming.
Ravan on the other hand is darkness. evil,hatred and always harming
Back in mythology we learned that it can be a choice made by our actions.
We can choose Ram or Ravan and then be ready for the following reactions.
Ram teaches us what it takes to be a real man for he emerged as a warrior even with discontent.
But then the man in Ravan did not allow him to put the integrity of a lady at stake without consent.
The goodness of Ram is always equated with lots of hardships and struggle.
His relationship gives partnership goals and advice to every married couple.
Ravan always lived life on his own terms and never wanted to be judged or alter his state of mind
The footsteps of whom are supposed to be followed has always been a question of debate for mankind.
There is a Ram and a Ravan believe in every individual on the face of this earth.
It depends on situations which make us cross the line or remain down to earth.
I sit beside myself and think,
And try to evaluate my life;
Yes, my life that is blotted with ink
My life of which evaluation would cause strife.
A strife between the living and the dead,
Between our world and theirs too;
Between the ignoramus and the intellectually well-bred.
A conflict none can describe as new!
I sin and sin again and then realize;
And beyond any doubt, more than twice repent,
Only to go back and iterate the vice,
And thus to my record add a fresh dent.
Lord, I have but a very curious mind,
Some would refer to me as a wandering soul
In the land of wisdom, knowledge and the kind,
But their mysteries and their sins, I am attracted to them all!
Now spare any mercy that you might find
And forgive the sins of my kindly person,
I have not committed the ones that cross the line;
A few lies here and there, but not the dreaded arson.
Now, I sit beside myself and think
And ponder over a future without blemish;
A time when no deed will morally stink,
Where all transgressions will have vanished.
Author Dana Redricks
April 20, 2024
I deserve to be happy, most of my life I have put myself on the shelf making room for everyone else.
Just once I want to feel loved, and embraced, so I rise to take a stand to love myself and allow someone to love me back, and take my place, as I cross the line to finish my race.
Everyone deserves to have someone to share their lives with and for once I want that someone to be me, I want to rise above my sorrow to see the dawn of a brand new tomorrow. I just want to be free.
I want to spread my wings and fly to live the life I've always dreamed. I deserve to be happy and do something special just for me.
The speech was reassuring,
The delivery was fine
And only one or two real whackos
Seemed to cross the line.
The commentators noticed that
Republicans all sat,
With stony faces and no clapping
For the Democrat.
In other years, some issues would
Unite the gathered crew,
But here’s my theory – MAGA folk
Are scared of you-know-who.
I wouldn’t be surprised to learn
That some were paid to note
If any “traitors” might have clapped,
For that would get his goat.
And all who weren’t loyal
Would be punished; so, in fear,
They dare not jeopardize the one
Who might end their career.
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