The sun never settles in the dark;
The darkness dissipates one second interval;
Atmospheric change instantaneous;
Start has no place to run;
1 second contingency.;
Lingering spiring shadows;
Have no effect on me;
I am the speck of light;
One ditto, one spark;
Diminishes darkness;
8/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Violent outburst
At variable lengths of time
Never knowing when it will happen
Insanity reaches out
Damages
Destroys
Diminishes happiness
In living
Life is like
Walking on brittle eggshells
Afraid they'll make a sound
Then crack and snap
Love?
Can it conquer
Insanity?
Y'All
Feel Like
You're Deceiving
Everything... With
Who You Are
No Matter How
Hard To
Try Not
Confuse
The Issue,
Or Like
Wave
Diminishes
From A Spot
Well, It
Was, Now
More
Past
A
Wave?
Is It
Helpful
To Be
More Accurate?
Or Am I Deceiving
Myself? Oh.
Share It!
Why?
I Give Nothing.
I Don’t Think It Helps
Just Wasting Our Time
With Inner Monologues
Embracing, /Effacing...
No! There... You Can't...
Go Play Something Else
Or Just Watch...
That Didn't Take Very Long.
Selfish.
-Gray Squirrel
07-19-2026
body fatigue diminishes not soul’s light
though no doubt it has to be attended to
to savour the bliss of magnetic delight
cascading within form whose each hue is new
cognised by our spiritual eye’s clear sight
as blessings of grace continue to accrue
that thus situation any we dance on
in time dissolved silence breath by breath reborn
Through midnight's strong storm, truth's lantern still glows
It pierces illuminous light where sea blows
Every weary sailor its soft vow knows
And that light, though faint through darkness shows
Sea's waves may rise in tempest's cruel throes
Yet, truth's tower signals with patience disclose
A thread of light truth, where a lost soul goes
Hopes that at least one will grab and just knows
The flame keeper works all hours up-close
To make dangers less appealing; transpose
Rocks, reefs that are hidden come to light, shows
Light diminishes dangerous shadows.
When the tide of life's dark night, at last slows
In eastern sky an apricot ball does pose
Lighthouse's lantern still beams, mercy knows
Our hope endures, where one true light flows
decay of form diminishes focus
though vibrance infused by bliss is retained
what is, is and so there’s nothing to do
presence is at peace, poise unrushed, unfeigned
Something is wrong, as we go in circles
Chaos is erupting all around
But it's the contradicting messages
that leave no answers found
Trust diminishes, like rain washing it away
leaving floods behind in people's lives today
Worries of what will happen, increase
and yet the threats do not cease
Some people plan, as others deny
Some people brew, almost paralyzed by it all
People seek answers, resolution, understanding
But, everything is spinning, rushing to fall
Stories flipping, words and weapons flying
Lives lost again with silence following along
It's too hard to comprehend or explain
Bombs of confusion are flying, something is wrong
Heidi Sands
4/2/26
(C)opyright
What does it mean to you?
When your own sasafr *ss is on the line,
the hope you had diminishes.
A Proud Boy is in your face
& has the final authority
A bad son shall end the likes of you.
With immunity he sheds blood
Crimson tidal waves of civil upheavals — never forget,
today's puff, may be your last cigarette.
An alien to you, to me you were sanctuary,
a perishing human am I, violently
I belonged, just like anyone.
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Beauty comes down effortlessly, fire glows higher.
The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark.
Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward,
Now and then embers would escape with a loud spark.
Lingering moments nestle on paused quiet respite.
Amidst the smoky scent of our cozy campfire.
The overwhelming aroma of our campfire is quite surreal.
Familiar sensations waft into an aromatic spire.
Questing reprisal still the undergrowth vanquished ways.
The fragrances so inviting, mixed with earthy sprays.
As the breeze diminishes so our campfires warmth we feel.
The eucalyptus enhances a perfume, in a smoky haze.
Jacaranda kindling lingers, memories now over prone.
The spellbinding flames flicker, casting shadows of their own.
As the dark velvet night closes in, our fire glistens in tone.
It’s all made more spectacular by our campfire’s cologne.
Hello friends, makeup is a skillful art, Do you agree or not, it is real, You know born babies need no cosmetics, He or she is naturally beauty, Teenage girls attract towards the makeup, They spend more time before the wall mirror, lady of forties sits before a mirror more, for doing fine makeup their wrinkled faces, They use their skill to create their skin bright, The rose powder diminishes their wrinkles, Their eyes shown luminous by eyeliner, Lipstick changes their chapped lips certainly, By makeup fading rose like ladies faces, have become an enchanting rose lovely.
I seized the moment,
sure I’d repay it in kind.
What’s a hint of regret
for what I thought I needed to burn?
Now the burden grows,
sleepless nights interest is accruing.
The cost never diminishes,
but the memory of the flame is a vapor,
and yet, I still pay.
belied expectations
caused feeling of hurt
inability to let go
made resentment spurt
the earth rotated
and seasons changed
but the ego-mind
remained deranged
reinforced by thought
suffering amplified
soul’s light within heart
seemed to have died
the witch doctor
offered a cure
choose cessation
and make heart pure
stagnation is death
flow like the breeze
sensations any
embrace and release
what causes shadows
that opaques light
ego is the blockage
which diminishes delight
first forgiveness
a Ho’oponopono prayer
then acceptance
spake the soothsayer
the bubble of anger
burst noiselessly in the void
soul’s light was revealed
pure and unalloyed
Those one way streets, that lead to dead ends
The giving and sacrifice on a way road
The words of help echo from ears that don't listen
Then a rough road turns in one's own life, nothing is there
Where are they? Understanding diminishes in the fog
What one can see, another may not and it is dark
The worry for those who don't worry about themselves
The brick wall of denial, that cannot be broken down
All that wears on the soul, as tiredness creeps in
There must be boundaries and the signs of teamwork,
leading to unity, and peace on two way streets
Caring can be accomplished in a special silence,
with conversation at a different kind of speed
There is only so much care in one's being to release,
before their self becomes completely ignored
Life is a process of learning, building a safe house board by board
Heidi Sands
10/9/24
(C)opyright
The truth may be a cracked mirror, changing at every angle,
pleasure diminishes with time, yet the sun also rises.
Time spent in self-pity is meaningless, a flight of numbness
disdainful of clinging to the hope the sun also rises.
There may be ripples on the dark surface of waters in storms
but savoring these moments purifies when the sun rises
Ideals become dented and rusty like suits of armor
summer light softens the edges of things as the sun rises.
I will not tremble in panic watching my shadow detour
elsewhere out of my mind, but wait till the sun also rises.
@jjote 090624
Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.
Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack the consciousness, and destroy the spleen.
The fear of death makes it impossible to enjoy life fully.
Money is a well made-up chameleon, a toxic honey.
Money vanishes deceitfully and consistently like hot air balloon.
Money is full of surprises; it is indeed a well disguised buffoon.
Relax, do not live beyond the means; be simple and natural.
Be relevant, normal, more spiritual and less emotional.
Hebert Logerie
October 2013
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