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Seventy Years Without a Whisker

I lived seventy years without having whiskers
but then one popped out of my chin
it was thick and long
tweezers bent when they tried to pluck it

the whisker laughed at my attempt at removal
he was tough and determined to remain in place
he has been imbedded in my chin for two years now
it will be three at the end of the week

I put tape on each side of this stubborn whisker
and cut through the tape
expecting to hear him scream
the whisker howled, not in pain, with laughter

I grabbed a razor
the whisker snatched it out of my hand and threw it against the wall
I am pretty sure I am not winning this battle

Still better than lust

in consumed passion
my heart longs for your true love
that flies wingless flight
yet your smiles cut through my dreams
sprouting love in fertile loam

as I so desired
so your love appears to me—
I, who beg for love
while it flows as in a stream
that has a source but no end

you want to deceive
with the love you only feign
appearing so true—
yet I mind not your fakeness
for it’s still better than lust

Your eyes are orbs of light where untold secrets sleep

Your eyes are orbs of light where untold secrets sleep,
they cut through darkness like arrows searching for lost light,
and in their depths gather loves and losses like rain in a cup,
unspoken stories burning silently, like embers beneath the wind's ash.
They seek hearts once open, now closed within their own silence,
reflecting dreams that do not die, but float like islands on seas of fire,
holding truths like pearls hidden in shells of shadow,
and letting slip only what the soul can bear without breaking.
Sometimes they cast a spark of disdain, a sharp cut of cold light,
other times they close, heavy with sleep, at the call of too deep a shadow,
but they awaken once more when hope steps again over the horizon,
and greet the dawn with a wisdom that cannot be learned.
Through the years, they bow only to truth, without masks, without lies,
for only the eyes can see to the end the sweetness and pain of love.

What Happened Here ?

Finally, the options are revealed
The appeal is second to none 
Tantalized by various speech patterns 
Shocking, awful, and mistaken 
Chills travel down the spine 
Afraid of what's to come 
At the behest of one's empathy 
Words cut through obvious defenses 
Crying to no one's delight 
The weakness can no longer be withheld 
Shaking uncontrollably, violating the hollow ground 
Confidence is shattered into a million shards of dissonance 
Never to be heard from again

Coins On The Tray

They laid their gold
on a tray the color of midnight,
fingers ringed in stones
that caught the candlelight like captive suns.

Outside,
a boy with a patched sleeve
watched frost stitch lace
across the bakery window.
His breath bloomed and vanished,
a ghost repeating itself.

The men inside
spoke of progress —
steel rivers,
glass towers that drink the clouds,
oceans combed for oil.

A gull’s cry cut through the smoke.
It smelled of salt,
of a shore too far to see,
where waves still bow
to no one.

And somewhere between the clink of coins
and the rattle of the boy’s thin cough,
the truth waited —
patient as winter,
sharp as the wind
slipping under the door.

Being Happy With Yourself

They always have said become one with your self
Be your own happiness instead of needing someone else

Don't allow anyone to be your strength or your lifeline 
Be content with yourself by having good me time

When you think about it those statements are true and less stressful 
Less drama and misunderstandings which are painful

No need to wonder "if I do for them would they do for me"
Being happy with you means enjoying your own company

You know yourself well and there's no need to doubt
No need to be an open book to figure another person out

You become close with another person but for what
To feel like a loser when the relationship is cut

To me it seems so much easier just to do you
In friendships there's so much red tape to cut through 

Investing so much time and energy into another person 
Just to walk away learning another lifelong lesson

Until you add someone to it your life stays problem free 
Now that i've learned im going to start doing me

Blank episode

I was lost after a night out and
couldn't unlock the screen for directions

you walked to the pub you can't be far just
ease yourself over this railing and
slide down the wall so you can take a
short cut through the car park

cursing all the while but
I know the tube station's nearby
and it must still be open

pushing the On button over and over
swiping this way and that
screaming with rage at this useless device
####ing this and ####ing that

now this isn't the way to the station
and I hear her voice coming through:

- is that you, why did you call me? 
  are you in trouble?

still the screen is black

- yes I'm just a little lost

- you sound very scared, in fact
  it doesn't sound like you at all

SORRY LOVE

Sorry is for people who have a conscience, who know that sometimes things happen that need a sorry. 
Sorry is a type of feeling of regret, that make us think about our actions or inactions. 
Like a moment when something is said that later we regret, we can learn and make changes at any time. 
Saying sorry, is about having feelings, and caring about how someone feels. 
Sometimes, it is hard for someone to say these words, words are like swords, they can cut through feelings. 
Feelings of love and joy and excitement, all can lead us to a better tomorrow, just by saying sorry and making a new tomorrow. 
God tells us to make anew and follow the path of love, and to love each other and to follow the commandments, thus leading us out of death of the soul.
Jesus tells us to go and sin no more, making us see that being sorry can lead us to a better tomorrow. 
Sorry has an impact, making us learn of the power of feelings and words, makes it clear that we care.
Lifting prayers to God, love and prayers for a better today and tomorrow.

Behind A Late Sky

I've cut through life with grand experience.  Now I'm old and standing on the 
precipice where a man finds what really matters.  The dance of life gradually slows down, with nothing but a pocketful of memories.  Facing that last hurrah
and the joys and sorrows that make life all the more lived.  When tall shadows point the way behind a late sky, and that first sight of heaven...where men learn to fly!

trade

I know you wish for a place to be, 
hidden in the mist, silent as the sea. 
No fear, no hope, no questions asked. 
where the nights are not heavy  
and darkness don't last. 
could you trade this place 
For your favourite song? 
the throbbing of your heart 
as you run towards the dawn. 
The echo of your name cut through the trees 
you run out of breath  
But your legs still keep, 
Running. 
You keep running- 
and then you run into the night. 
past your mother's flowers  
the wet clothes in a line. 
They brush against your face, 
the water slips- 
it leaves a cold stain, 
enough to melt your lips. 
the concrete floor pulls you back 
"stop running", it says 
take it all in, take all that you have. 
I know it overflows, overstays, overloads 
but without it, aren't we nothing? 
and nothing is what's left.

Where the Wolves Reign

They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.

In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.

But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved like ghosts through ash and mud,
with a hunger time couldn’t still.

The world grew wild beneath their gaze,
old fences fell to claw and fang.
The sky turned gray for endless days,
and silence bloomed where children sang.

We learned to speak in signal fire,
to tread the earth with care--
for the alphas ruled from mountain spire,
and no one dares go there.

Now laws are written in howl and tooth,
in scent and scar and chase.
The price of playing God, in truth,
was the loss of the human race.

They roam where cities used to burn,
where glass lies sharp in bone--
and every full moon, we return
to pray they leave us alone.

Hungry

I did not hesitate.  My blade, ever true, cut through the air toward his heart.  But before it struck, he spoke a word I did not understand.  The world twisted as if the very air had been wrung like a cloth soaked in water.  A roar filled my ears, not the roar of a beast, nor of a storm, but something greater, something vast and hungry.
And then, silence.

HERE I AM LORD

Front and Center
Needing your guidance
Wanting your wisdom and understanding
I Stand
I Bow
I pray
The uncertainty I feel
A tomorrow I don’t
Today being a question
Needing your direction
I am a servant from a spiritual family
Society speaks of another king
But I know you are the true and sustaining Savior
Foundation strong
I am in your hands where I belong

I am often criticized
I stand as a Christian Warrior Soldier
Faith focused
Praying for all mankind
You are the Savior always honest and genuine
Merciful and kind
There are times of doubt
That needs to be worked out
Open my understanding
Let the spiritual virtues cut through all the struggles
Firm and solid
Turn my enemies into my foot stool
I am no fool
I stand in need of
Lift me up Lord
Your divine accord
Thank you Lord

A scare

A scare lounged deep within the hall,
As shadows danced along the wall.
A piercing ray cut through the night,
Yet filled the air with chilling fright.
A whisper stripped the place so bare,
But left a deeper dread to share.

Political Stage

The world’s a battlefield, a restless stage,
Politics a war, rage upon rage.
Nations clash with words and might,
Underneath the glare of a fractured light.

Donald Trump, a seismic leap,
A tempest roused from the deep.
Voices thunder, crowds divide,
Truth and lies in a tangled tide.

An antichrist, some whisper low,
Dark prophecies begin to grow.
Fear and fire in the minds of men,
History’s shadows rise again.

North Korea, a loaded gun,
Dictator’s moon eclipsing the sun.
Rocket trails cut through the night,
Power draped in nuclear fright.

Europe stands on shifting sand,
Borders blurred by a wary hand.
Unity’s dream, a fragile glass,
Cracks appear as ages pass.

Leaders march to the drum of pride,
While common hearts seek a place to hide.
Peace a dream, war a dance,
Hope the thinnest thread of chance.

mj/2025

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