The glimmering streets that burned dreams
I can’t grasp its greedy shade
The creep, the rage, and the imbibing crowd
Where do they sleep?
Mist thirsting upon bare and decency
And I refuse to stride with the walls of shame
Where is the promontory beyond this city?
An ecstatic land blowing warm pleasure
Where beneath is a pile of beautiful sunstone
Refracting the translucence of abundance and ebullience
Somewhat hues of the golden hour
Besides its spangled appearance
The independence of my mind
Where water whirls the echt-hands I chase
And love itself shall crash sweetly
Beyond the salty encounters I mourned
And the hymn of the birds
Would bewitch my barely living soul
(“Nonbinary”, 2023, original encaustic)
On the timeline of Life
Past, present and future
All interpenetrate
Back and forth, forth and back
Constantly adjusting and upgrading
Experience with experience
In a loop
Möbius could clearly see.
(9/22/25)
Very Little Experience
Hey!
I See A Bee!
A Bee Named Dee-Dee.
How Do I Know
That's It’s Name?
Because A Name
Is A Short-Cut
To Identify A
Specific Entity
Randomly Or
Collectively
Established
By Absolute
Choice.
A Bee? See Dee-Dee.
I Did See It Later,
On Cooling T's
I Was Hanging Out
To Dry, Because
It’s Fun, Today
Anyway.
I’m Sure It Was It.
Because It Needed
To Ruin My Whole
Idea About How
We Often Casually
Personally Name
Something We'll
Never Ever See Again.
So Much For A Name
Being A Useful General
Identifier, If It’s Never
Seen Again.
And I Love Dee-Dee
Because I’m So
Easily Amused.
Glad To See You, Again,
Hon!
I Don’t Know Why I
Wanted To Write This,
I Usually Think I Know.
Something Very Serious
Is Begging For Your Attention
BEGGING! BEGGGGGING!
Very Important To Responsibly
React To Important News
That Effects Whatever
You Are Serious About…
It’s Got Your Attention Now.
Figure It Out.
-Gray Squirrel
09-18-2025
A shape of the void is providing innumerable occupations for characters on the stage to emote through clearest and wet lightning
the distortion of audience perspective sustains briefly
Pleiades: images designed to appeal to themselves
between us
winter chillness
calling
thunderclap
without bending
its cultural boundaries
somewhere among the shaded trees this version of Tuesday
She came tonight, a whisper soft,
As I lay reading, lost in thought.
Her warmth curled close, a phantom grace,
And time dissolved in her embrace.
The book fell silent in my hand,
Her breath was there, I swear I felt.
A tear broke free, then came the flood—
A river born of love and guilt.
Three decades gone, yet still she stays,
A shadow dancing through my days.
She left because they locked me in,
For sins I never did commit.
She couldn’t bear the bars between,
The silence stretched too far, too wide.
She chose the stars, the final flight—
And left me here to ache and write.
I never let her fade from view,
Her name still trembles on my lips.
I love her still, I always will,
Through every crack my heart equips.
Why, Baby, why? We’d still be whole,
If fate had not betrayed our soul.
But maybe love defies the grave—
And finds a way to still be brave.
So let the spectral glow remain,
A light that cuts through loss and pain.
She’s still with me, in dreams, in breath—
Love outlives even death.
You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap
You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues
Don't put efforts to make undesired connections
As connections are not for long lasting
Follow mindfulness
As karma is real which hits in its way
Make a habit of smiling
As that is the only expression to live a tough life
Learn to let go of things
As they are not permanent in temporary world
In my experience
between the two
I'm not naming names
but what people say
and what they do
are not always
one and the same
as they don't follow through
life gets in the way
I understand
but that's no reason
not to let me know
there's been a change of plan
when told I'll call
give you a ring is when
I know I'll never
hear from them ever again
all in all
it's quite disappointing
and if nothing else
totally frustrating
A parent’s experience is never enough
~ to prevent a child from being handcuffed
Speaking from experience
as not one to falter
at the altar
its no illusion
why I came to this
wedded bliss conclusion
the institution of marriage
is one I won't disparage
for better or worse
wedlock is the bedrock
of civilisation
and of course
the only
reason for divorce
J-oy
O-r
S-orrow,
E-very
P-erson
H-as
I-nner
N-ice
E-motion,
B-rightly
U-nderstanding
E-mpty
N-ooks
A-s
V-ery
E-xciting
N-ew
T-ools
U-nder
R-eminiscence
A-spect
©bfa052925
Monocrostic (Birthday of Josephine M. Buenaventura)
Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life
In horror films black people die first
We always make smart decisions
And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film
They don't leave us alone
Not in life
Not in death
Not even in fiction
They do this to show that no matter what we will always be trapped
That even if we follow the rules
We still die
We are still erased
That we still have no control
Over our own fate
We will always be puppets
To a system
That doesn't control by using string
But by barbed wire
Making sure every movement is painful
Making sure we have a slow and violent death
That with every breath
The barbed wire strips another piece of our flesh
Slowly peeling away our blackness
We are seen as the disposable one
In life
In movies
And shows
To be the one who helps
The one who saves
And the one who sacrifices
Their life
For their white counterpart
To make sure they get to the end
Where's our happily ever after
We always get the struggle trope
And when we ask to change the ending
They just say nope
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