happy roller- skating trio skated up and down the street
never wanting to use the sidewalk, too many cracks to beat
every car on the block was aware and watched out for them
This was in 1965 when every neighbor was a knowing friend.
Behind each charge of valour
Undeflected off Death's stare
Spirit is confessed. A shield
Held of a self luminous, scorching ware.
Search the histories, thick for
The unfanciful! In vales'
Open wounds of disclosure.
That shine out with great sacrificial tales.
Dry stacked
the walls arched
We're a window quadruple
Paned stood statuesed
Risened and marbled
the counter top
the unfinished mastering
the beams, the beams
She spoke
As we on the unfinished floor
had in reproduction
Created our first child
Months later I sat there
With a bottle of wine
Smoking a cigar
Smiling in happiness
Knowing some foolish truffle
Would challenge our happiness
Some unexpected frivle would
try to undermine our togetherness
Which word to speak might God
Protect us
Then again what words to speak
Might we again be as one
They shall oppose all things
to have me shake my fist at the
Angred by the frustration of not belonging
So that my efforts of failing her and him
Would be in vain
Might they hiss like snakes
to speak us in tenses
The suns of each tomorrow
Be days of us together
Dear Modina Odetunde
A new day for you
A new chapter of your life
Beginning anew
My heart touches on
Fabulous prayer for peace
To strive in fun
Everywhere you are
Even at your home as wife
Be a shinning star!
That always do smile
Giving delight to sky, lease
Sparkling weaves in style
And take the pleasure
To heart with warmest regards
Beyond eyes measure
Reaching out for hue
That suffuse light it presents
To which wonder glue
Admiring nature
Is twice admiring courtyards
Likely adventure
Life is truly good
To live twice young off ailments
Costly livelihood
Full of happiness
In true love and excitement
That please coziness
Through sunrise-sunset
Flowering graceful indictment
Cum birthday asset
Do people lie to each other — because —
Truth — is too bright — a Star —
That dazzles — eyes accustomed —
To softer — Shadows — are —
Do people lie — because — they fear —
That naked — Words — might bleed —
Or — Hope — like fragile Porcelain —
Might crack — beneath the need —
Do people lie — to keep — the Peace —
Where Tempests — long — have stirred —
To smooth — the rough — Humanity —
With one — unfaithful Word —
Do people lie — for Love — perhaps —
To guard — another’s Pain —
And — in the tender Falsehood — find —
A mercy — dressed — in Shame —
Yet — Truth — like Morning — patient stands —
Behind — the curtained Sky —
And — one by one — we lift — the Veils —
To see — what cannot — Lie —
Pensive
Not patient
Scattered
With no replacement
Not sure where my mind went
Maybe I could use a little treatment
A dark journey of embarkment
I fight as hard as I can
Each day it repeats
Not alone in the endless sea
I can see the sun start to peak
Nothing like the feeling of a fresh day
A brand new start
Dear, can’t you recall
how we’d thought our love would grow?
Your touch would enthrall
me through long days; moon’s warm glow -
Where did summer’s solstice go?
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
My heart is hollow now, but holds no light,
and autumn’s sky too soon will cast its pall.
Abounding love and sun are gone. How small
will be the days to come. How much less bright!
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
In fragrant blush of June, to garden wall
I’d run, your sunflower smile in my sight.
How can I stop my mind from taking flight -
so lost in thought of when we had it all;
how will I ever find the wherewithal?
Tomorrow waits beneath the hush of dawn's first flush.
It listens for the promise of a guiding hand.
To cleanse the taint of all those yesterdays panned.
Hope strikes a match that burns away the remnants of regret.
A flare of faith that last night's darkness has extinguished.
Knowing that the sun will rise afresh tomorrow as well,
In the cycle of timely rebirth that comes every day.
I fear no wrong, knowing I learn from my mistakes,
that I can submerge and lock away, beneath the covers of night.
As I sail forth, buoyed and excited, by what could go right.
"Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow
is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along".
Quote by: Rumi
Through time and the making of the universe
As my world was never more than when he walked towards me.
Waves of desire with a breathed sigh
A spiritual lifetime union of two bonded by the divine.
Soulmates divided but one, manifesting
Unconditional love, perceived and felt first in my heart
As two longing to fall in love.
10/14/2025
Each breath I take is wrapped in the shroud
of your negligent heart beating loud.
We were each once a stranger to each other,
Till we sensed how we were together before.
I wouldn't mind if it is you and I truly forever,
Because I know you long for us to be better.
We are what our hearts used to hunger for.
We were waiting till we found the same door.
We are each other's reason why we soar
Even through what makes our hearts sore.
We were always meant to meet one another,
As part of the plan we gather knowledge for.
We are fated to bring best of us to the fore,
For the sake of our spiritual evolution's lore.
We knew each other in shared lives before,
Soulbound because at every end we swore
To never lose the love that we always adore.
Our love shall never be something we ignore.
DAILY GRATITUDE
I am grateful for those times
when I feel my life is out of control…adrift
how I remind myself that today,
like every day
is but a gift.
Helping to me make me feel a little more hopeful
more joyous…
and the day a little more pleasant…
as I gently unwrap the day…
and prepare to enjoy the present.
A timid Bud — upon the Tree —
Unfurls — as if the Sky could See —
The whispered Hymns — of Daffodil —
That rouse the Meadow — soft and still —
The Brook resumes its silver Speech —
To Clover — and the Finch's Reach —
While even Stones — begin to Dream —
Of Lilac's — old — returning Theme —
Hope — is the Seed — we cannot name —
Yet feel — when Earth forgets her Shame —
It bursts — without a Sound or Scar —
A Resurrection — less one Star —
I breathe — and find — a kinder Air —
The Cold — has vanished — unaware —
And in my Chest — a Lantern glows —
Lit by a Spring — the Spirit knows —
Why did it always feel so devastating
As each new flame I was tenderly holding
Faded away before my heart blackening
From smoke and mirrors, while suffocating.
An hour poured into my fragile mind, each minute carrying meaning,
Seconds stuffed, the death of the past pulsing silently in their ticking,
The future hides beneath an aged present, slowly fading away,
An absent figure from the future asks me if I will be or not be.
Thus, I found within myself, hurried to face the moments that ceaselessly flow,
Tiny traces of infinity in my current occupations, endlessly repeating.
Attached to life, in my square dream, without profit or clear aim,
The secret, tenacious struggle with windmills that are my own burden.
I seek the antidote, the anti-EVERYTHING, to my poetry, the tears of burning candles,
Passions long corrupted, unfinished sculptures, from stones still uncarved.
When I feel my soul weary from the youthful sprint losing its momentum,
I shake all the windmills of the biosphere, while I am still alive and present.
Through life's intense stress, an illiterate of success, I pass through sonorous time,
The seconds of the past, fractures from a future losing its outline.
In the flow of thoughts, an esoteric and melancholic dance begins,
Searching in the mystery of time for a hidden meaning that can still uplift us.
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