If only there was a way
to press rewind,
maybe there'd be
another road I'd find
even though I know
I'd still cross every line
and find every way
possible to remain behind
Like my fate has
already been defined,
and would constantly decline,
as if I was designed
to be blind to the fact
that I'll forever be confined,
deprived of ever finding
any form of sublime
yet after being able
to reunite with my whole soul,
something so amazing,
as we began to bind
everything felt new
It was as if our worlds
had always been waiting to collide,
revealing a new kind of love,
seeing this dimension
in a completely different way,
still intensifying deeper every day.
afraid to show one another
the true feelings
that overwhelmed our existence,
until that very instant,
our energies created
such magical brilliance
we realized our connection was
uniquely different,
truly one of a kind,
a love with endless emittance,
shining beyond the limits
of space, fate, and time
Little Moments
People have normalized
holding hands,
little touches,
hugs,
and eye contact.
But for me,
they are never just ordinary.
I want to hold his hand
and walk with him
on long, quiet night walks.
I want to accidentally brush against him
and feel butterflies
flutter somewhere in my stomach.
I want him to hug me
when the world feels cruel,
when everything feels a little too heavy.
I want to get lost in his eyes,
because sometimes
they speak louder
than words ever could.
These little moments
may seem ordinary to others,
but to me,
they are everything.
Because lust could never understand
the comfort hidden
in these little moments.
For me,
they are not just touches,
not just hugs,
not just glances.
They are where
I find my comfort.
They are where
I find my happiness.
"SO MOTE IT BE!"
Like the rose bushes,
Our lives are petaled and thorned:
Vased in God’s healings.
A SAFE ROUND TRIP DAY
(Two Haiku Perspectives)
I
Fell asleep last night.
Have no idea where I went;
God, sending me back:-
II
The sun rose and left;
The moon waxed throughout the night;
Sleep waned; I woke up:-
Anger-fueled words flare out of his mouth
like blue flames
I can feel the energy darken and turn cold
I sit silently
keeping my eyes locked downward,
absorbing every atom of hatred
that forms the sharp sounds being emitted.
I try not to show how uncomfortable I am
instead, I stare at the hypnotic,
damaging radiation waves
bellowing invisibly from the light of my phone screen,
pretending not to be affected by the unnecessary
vulgarities spouting from his ego.
in less than an instant,
the vibes go from comfortably chill
to anxiously wishing I was anywhere
but in this passenger seat.
every sentence carves a new scar
into my already damaged soul
as my brain categorizes each word
where it rightfully belongs.
I’m grateful for my oversized sunglasses
that hide my wincing eyes—
until I catch him looking sideways at me.
I solemnly mutter something about it being rush hour,
trying to become as small as my body will let me be.
I hope it seems like I’m too engulfed
in whatever stupid game I'm playing
to notice the short-fused flip-outs
that now happen every single time
we're in the car.
I have sought to conquer death,
his reaping blade was just too impalpable against my neck.
Wherein I must traverse alongside a withering flower—
has society already proscribed death?
An incurable disease has fallen,
the doctors left disheartened,
my family already blasé.
Then why I must be anguished?
Ambrosia was never meant to be eaten—
it yearned to be saved.
And if consumed by entitled desires,
it would grapple all mortals to death.
It is inequitable for me to have the antidote
to a disease that was never meant to be cured.
I want to be sanctified once more,
but I am already disillusioned by the veil.
Deeper vibes and virtues
Far beyond Earth and space itself
Flesh forbidden
Discovery not
Everlasting frontier
Heaven is near
Atmosphere from the very beginning
Spaceships can’t reach
Missiles have no defense
Barrier restrictions
Faith is the order to enter
Front and Center
A wish to explore
Heavens ignore
Deeper man wants to intrude
Heavens conclude
Deeper man thinks
Deeper journey spiritual.
Earth steals
the Moon's shine
curving line
sun-cast torn form
a divine misery.
Throw Heaven's
human scheme
hemmed within
the earthly show
fairer than the skies.
(Blackout of At a Lunar Eclipse by Thomas Hardy)
I am …
a withered leaf -
the breath
of your indifference
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like
sinners
yet from the chill
not familiarity …
this place, once solemn -
once our vessel
has long since betrayed us
its moon
beams no magic
the breaks, sing not
tarnished doubloons rust
the wave tops
and the tree of love I
have wilted from
aches in vain to see
you look at me
the way you gaze
upon …
the sea.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Time meets no resistance -
no grand display
or hustle ~
Guffaw from the potter's field
Sands of time slip through the glass
An existence with a million moments drift past
Each grain a lifetime of pain and despair
While others spread joy and hope we can share
A place where past, present and future collide
Gone in an instant, yet oh what a wonderful ride
The seasons pass by alarmingly fast; a deadline comes due
Buckle up, the time has come for chaos to ensue
There is a beginning, is there truly an end
The path forges up and down, with a twist and a bend
Questions hang like the infinite stars from above
Answers will elude, until time gives that little shove
It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
The calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
There is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
Hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
When it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
On the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
Hey, love. I know you see me, we've exchanged a few words, just here and there, but I can't help but see you everywhere. I know you know me, you know what I like, but all we seem to do is fight. Maybe it's because, we both refuse to see, our true feelings really can come to be.
Hey, love, I know you like me, I know it's true, I really am just crushin' on you. I like your laugh, your smile, your voice, I just wish one of us would make that choice. The choice to admit that… just maybe, we could be something more than friends. Are we meant to be together in the end?
Hey, love. You're a really good friend, you know me so well, I just wish we both could tell. Tell if you liked me, or if I like you or if we're just being manipulated into something that's not really true.
Hey, love, thank you for being there, even if we're not meant to be. I'm still crushin' on you, I just don't want to let you see. I'm scared of my feelings, of being let down, but then again… is there any other way to know how? To know how to love, to know how to laugh, to know how to admit that we could be something more than friends.
Maybe, just maybe… we could be the game that ends.
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your name.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Did you choose it in your game?
Hey Listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your gender.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Is it really your choice or nature?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your nation.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Which form did you fill for admission?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your religion.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Do you know it's real vision?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you are lucky to be human.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Does your heart have compassion?
Call me on, I need to know
How it goes so far away
If you send me your hello
I’d be knowing you’re OK
Give me little reassurance
Just a sign from the unknown
That would be a great occurrence
I shall keep it to my own
If you tell me where you are
I’d be following your way
It could be you’re not too far
Maybe closer with each day..
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