What can you offer someone who has seen all?
I ponder.
I won’t flatter you with words,
for they’ll fail me.
Neither will I dare offer you anything,
For nothing you lack
I won’t make you grand promises,
for they’re all but spoken words.
But maybe,
maybe,
I’ll offer you my heart,
for you to feel how scorching
and pristine my desires are.
For that,
is real, I promise:
an immolating flame
that leaves nothing ruined.
My wife gently asked today,
My daughter smiled beside her,
My heart quietly found words,
Love filled both gentle eyes,
Truth deserved tender expression always.
You are my life's companion,
She is our living blessing,
You built warmth within home,
She filled days with laughter,
Without both I am incomplete.
One heart holds two rhythms,
One sky carries two stars,
One lamp shines two flames,
One melody sings two voices,
Both illuminate my entire soul.
You are my enduring strength,
She is my brightest tomorrow,
One nurtured every dream,
One renewed every hope,
Both complete my existence forever.
Love cannot be measured equally,
Hearts never divide affection,
You both are life's blessings,
Two names within every heartbeat,
My whole world lives together.
Lord,
help me shed this ego-atrophy.
Like a second skin I'm desperate to peel away.
Undoubtedly knowing this is the final fray.
Don't leave me, I beg you. Lord
Please don't give up on me yet.
I've made repetitive decisions,
stumbling once more in this drug addicted trap.
I see the line you drew in the sand.
While the wall of the world is built sky high.
I'm teetering on the edge.
I pray you don't send me Lord, right over the ledge.
So many unfinished poems, linger behind my lips.
You saved me in my darkest nights, trapped in the abyss.
You found me when I lost myself,
right in the nick of time.
Humbly asking you My Savior
just one more day.
There are so many thoughts within one mind;
some are lost, while others are forgotten.
These thoughts begin bleeding out as I write.
I shed tears while missing the sun, all while gazing at the stars burning bright.
Unlocked cage in addiction, but my flesh isn't accepting the loss of the fight.
Take me back to ground zero, beginning with the circle of life.
I reminisce about the garden where my heart still resides.
Replaying every song forever in my mind.
Wishing for God's well of living water, to quench my thirsty soul.
As reconstruction continues, the conversation persists.
Vivid memories dating back to when I was a kid.
Water flows downstream, the river running as much as I am.
Sent a key and a mirror, illuminating what my eyes cannot hide.
Breakthrough roadway ahead
faithful is God,
all while slipping in sin.
New journey is His Rock
Rock His is journey new
sin is slipping while all
God is faithful.
Ahead roadway breakthrough
The clocks have fallen silent in the sand,
their golden faces melting with the heat;
time slips away like water through the hand,
too soft to hold, too strange to call complete.
A barren shore stretches beneath the sky,
where distant cliffs are resting in the sun;
the world appears to whisper, not reply,
as if the day has only just begun.
A tree stands thin, a broken branch of dreams,
its shadow reaching over empty ground;
the stillness hides a thousand hidden screams,
yet not a single echo can be found.
The watches droop like memories left behind,
forgotten thoughts that slowly lose their shape;
they bend beneath the weight of human mind,
escaping every cage and every tape.
This landscape is a doorway into sleep,
where hours dissolve and vanish from our sight;
where time no longer promises to keep
the fragile moments we attempt to write.
The other day while I was sitting on a park bench
Relaxing,
I heard a voice behind me.
It sort of shrieked a little
And even squeaked a bit
As it let out a laugh.
I had been thinking
Of a joke I had heard
The night before,
And then there came that shriek
So I laughed along.
Pretty soon I heard other voices too.
All of them laughing,
Joking and having a fun time.
Contagious originally published in Impspired Magazine, 2026 all rights reserved.
What can be said of the moments of life…
Hoarse voice , and the throat feels as if
someone is pressing it tightly like a crocodile’s grip.
Only the eyes remain open,like a river that has dried up,
yet still wishes to flow.
Nothing appears good to the eyes anymore.
The battle between good and evil lives in the back of my mind
I choose good, I choose love.
But I am often disappointed as it seems that choice is never the right one.
I grow from my experiences; I grow like weeds in the cracks of the driveway.
People pick me the way they pick a dandelion.
I am used for their wishes,
And what is left of me is tossed to the ground,
blown away by the wind.
I try to grow again,
But like a weed, I grow in unwanted places.
And I am picked from my roots once more,
Only for the disappointment to repeat itself.
And in this battle between good and evil in the back of my mind,
I still can not help but to choose good, to choose love.
At last a defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Subconscious to the surface.
Misconstrued ultimatum.
Exhausted reluctance.
Released defeat.
A defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Ignorance is bliss ending in piercing silence.
A defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Strength miscalculated.
the despair.
that exact moment.
At last a defeated ego and pride in conclusion.
Finally truth brings freedom
The ocean of love, the treasure of happiness
The source of inspiration, the remedy for sadness.
The caring creature, the encouraging soul
The tireless being,inspires to reach the goal.
Full of deep emotions, yet stands strong
Guides throughout, never leads to wrong.
Hides worries, still smiles
Bears pain,for endless miles.
One who is always there
She is the Mother,to take care...
There once was a pain dressed in grace,
That quietly hid in my face,
Behind every smile,
It stayed all the while,
And whispered at night from its place.
If I had kept holding the past, I would have become dangerous, so I let it be.
I left the past somewhere I could visit it, and it could visit me.
I got on with my life, happy I was finally feeling free.
I explored and enjoyed myself enough to open up and see.
I had ignored it in my past all this time, that my past was also holding life's beauty.
I was focussed on the pain and the want,
I was looking at what was moving past me.
I was seeing what I was missing out on,
Unable to see what I was growing to be.
All of that pain I once felt, that I left behind,
It had become beauty, and I was truly set free.
Oh, I turned seventeen
burning my dreams into a smoke-stained hue.
I miss that life without screams,
a life made only of soft, gentle dreams.
Once, colourful ponies wandered and flew,
kissing the moon with sparkles beneath them.
How I ache for that world to return
but time does not remould,
it only burns bridges.
Now the dreams are black,
colours and joy misplaced somewhere
in the endless search for “something better.”
The ponies have turned into bears,
and laughter has dissolved into silent tears.
Yet still, I would choose that bear,
draped in a sparkly dress to shield my skin,
guarding myself from demons
that once looked like angels
the ones I once invited into my dreams.
Now the dreams lie buried somewhere
under piles of books.
The writers have lost their words,
the dancers their movement,
the guitarists their strings,
the singers have swallowed their voices.
They tell us to stay numb
because we dream too much.
Then they tell us to dream more.
But who will tell them—
it’s not that we stopped dreaming,
it’s that the dreams
have turned into nightmares.
The smile beneath the frown.
The truth you only find when everything else falls off;
A surviving light refusing to die or to be warded off.
It reeks of grit earned through dust storms and dead ends.
It’s the inheritance your soul kept hidden, evading deep ends.
An internally displaced grin, 'cause on hope it depends;
Unbeknownst to the soul when or whether this dip ends.
The smile beneath the frown; soft, quiet, stubborn.
The one life didn’t give freely but pain carved slowly.
It waits in the shadows of all you never said;
A rebellion of hope in a world that collect storms.
Some joys don’t shine, they flicker;
Like a candle fighting for breath, they linger.
The smile beneath the frown...
In a world that says you owe it your despair, it reminds you;
Joy tastes different when it’s survived tears, sweat and blood.
You become a connoisseur of quiet victories that refines you;
The kind no one claps for but Heaven stands to applaud.
Finally, as breakthrough emerges you finally understand;
The smile was never hiding, it was waiting for you to stand.
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