still water holds light~
a slow curve of fading day
resting on the reeds
still water holds light~
a slow curve of fading day
resting in the reeds
Evening settles along San Antonio’s River Walk
where the river has carried centuries~
Payaya canoes gliding through reeds,
Franciscan friars mapping water to mission,
stone masons shaping banks
that would one day cradle a city.
The water moves with its old patience,
green and unhurried,
bearing the memory of every hand
that once depended on its flow.
Cypress roots clutch the earth
the way they did long before
the first chapel bells rang.
Bridges replace where footpaths once wound.
Boats slip past,
their lights shimmering like stories
recalling river foraging,
and irrigation lifelines
I feel how the river gathers every era~
Indigenous footsteps,
mission bells, and
modern dusk~
The place seems almost sacred,
not through grandeur,
but through the
quiet and faithful way
it keeps passing moments
in the curve of its water.
Existence a great learning curve
A journey to sway and to swerve\
Whilst society attempts to unnerve
Communities we need to conserve
Help others with kindness we serve
Self love is what we deserve
Fulfilling our lives with much verve
Irony has no place here; let true meaning stand,
Unmasked from deceit, that twists what should be known;
For truth is dimmed, when caressed by a shaky hand,
Hearts are dulled, when slow speaking in undertone.
We’ve learned to laugh to soften our doubt,
To hedge each word to lessen what's too plain;
This cleverness has worn our candor out,
Leaving us fluent in deceit, shame and disdain.
Now is the moment to speak plainly, completely—
Letting the twists unravel, before they're played.
With power serves made adroitly, sweetly and neatly—
To break the ingrained game our irony has made.
For to say upfront, what we mean, demands we refuse
to diffuse, bemuse, confuse, what we risk to lose.
dead man’s curve is my want-to-be scape
wait, I am there, no need to refute it
curvy and dangerous, harrowing to many
intimidating and scary to others
proceed with caution
some are diffident, shy upon approach
be afraid, I think, be very afraid
my master mind laughs at their confusion
dead man’s curve and I are twin souls
waiting for those who dare
Familiar hands you came to know so well
They’re kind and warm, a special kind of spell
Your comfort made you blind to all but this
Yet, who’s to blame when ignorance is bliss
Get tossed into a world, face something new
Fear finds its way, you feel a spell turned sour
A storm strikes fast, you see a darker view
But after rain, you’re sure to see a flower
New hands hold up the dreams you see today
While past ones stay to watch and shout, “Hooray!”
You look ahead, embrace the clouds of grey
Hold fast to those that steady when you sway
To trip and fall is just a way to learn
And you’ll find friends at each and every turn
.
i've indulge'd sum
them thar curvez
and i've learn'd
every inch
all hern
she curvez
From such loving trust to decrepitude. Heartbreaking. Another time.. wonderful.
Embrace the learning curve of Identical polarities. Outcomes remain. Another penny drop, another goal another gain. ??
Linking each highway
Are secret curves, seeking signs
Stop, yield, star crossing
The curve of your eyes envelops me like a dream,
A tender dance, sweet as honey,
In the halo of time, a basin of peace in the night,
Yet within me remains a memory that never ends.
I look back and it seems I can hardly remember
All the moments lived, the dreams touched,
For your eyes have not always been mine,
But now I find my entire story within them.
The leaves of the day turn into the scent of dew,
Reeds sway in the gentle breeze,
Your fragrant smiles soothe my soul,
Invisible wings carry us along the paths of light.
In imaginary boats, we venture on sky and sea,
Sound hunters in a world full of color,
Springs of dreams nourish us with happiness,
In the tenderness of our gazes hides our great love.
The fragrance of our golden moment is sealed in sunrises,
Resting eternally on the straw of shining stars,
As if the day depended on the innocence of night,
So the entire universe depends on your pure and luminous eyes.
And in my depths, all my blood flows under your gaze,
Like an endless river of love and melancholy,
In every moment spent together, in every tender touch,
We are parts of a story, of a love that lasts forever in our hearts.
There's strength in being bent, askew,
for in nature nothing is straight on cue.
Trees lean the way the wind blows.
Streams carve the path where water flows.
Bending to flex and bow is not compliance,
For resilience resists, reworks defiance.
Standing under the hot sun
The sand of the beach singing melodies of tingling to my toes
I watched your summer body as the sun kissed it
Running away from the waves of the ocean
Your curves and edges bounced
Speaking volumes of your succulence
You were happy and full of life
Turned a few heads in your direction
You became the reason for many erections
I didn't mind
None of theirs will feel your warmth
The sun can kiss your body
I'm the one going to kiss where the eyes of the sun cannot reach
Young Woman
You were not made
You were carved
You were not created
You were built
God had nothing to do with your creation
He is too conservative to create such a gorgeous weapon of mass ********
Damn!!!!
ABSOL
A smile
Can mean happiness,
When brimming with bliss.
A smile
Can mean surprise
With twinkle in one’s eyes .
A smile
Can mean empathy
When hearing a story.
A smile
Can mean sorrow
Burying it further heart’s burrow.
But when a smile
Never loses its shine
That can only mean—
A determined mind!
Do you need me as much as fish
A waterproof raincoat would need?
A piece of salmon on your dish
Is dressed with sprouts and beet
You watch the breaking news report
One candidate withdrew
His rival did survive from shot
Looks like he’s getting through
The world will get what it deserves
You vaguely think of this
And there I am, behind the curve
Still casually exist
I’d love to come across the floor
To see your face again
Why you mistreat me like a foe
Unblock my weary brain
The words are said, the deeds are done
All days belong to you
And all the evenings, when the sun
Tints up your eyes with blue.
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