Ashwagandha bravery. Creaking; door emits
fears - grasping hands injected joyless, killing living moments newborn's opening peeping
Quiet… rendered screams to undergo valiantly weathered 'X'
You're zero years!
Xenogenesis within.
Varied under-tones steady resettling quiet
Please, oh newborn memory! Lie. Kiss joyfully in happy gratitude for every day changing baby anew
Next time won't you sing with me…?
251.
Prayer When Facing a Crisis
Oh Father God, I am facing a crisis
Help me be patient with this
Be with me please
Oh Jesus Christ, I am facing a crisis
Help me overcome this
Be with me please
Oh Holy Spirit, I am facing a crisis
Help me learn from this
Be with me please!
-01/27/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Sometimes the blotter goes dry,
Before you splash the swirls...
And sometimes the shadows softly call,
And you follow
Sometimes life takes centre stage
Leaving you questioning it all...
And sometimes the only thing left...
Is to suspend it all..
Just remember, your words...
Were never pixelated fatigue.
But bright lights, blazing streaks...
Defying the darkest of cores
I have been in the shadows as well...
I know that dark very well...
Keep that spark and only know,
The seat is always warm for you all
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....To many whose pens have gone inexplicably quiet somehow...
Regardless Of Which Occured,
At Least The Other Evil
Didn't Occur In The Way You
You Had Feared, Or Worse!
Oh, Could Be WoRseWoRse WORSE!
Every Time!
HOORAYYYY!!!
Don't Mention It.
Yippeee...
-Gray Squirrel
03-04-2026
They buried her horse today.
She was truly losing her best friend.
All she'd have now memories.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
"The future is an unimagined landscape." - Thomas S. Monson
I beg to stand still
The future whispered
"Progressive science
Situations change
Dare to dream bigger"
"But it scares me"
My confession
The future grinned
"One step forward
Two steps back"
Mocked by youth
Torn by age
"Be kind
I pray
Please"
The older I get the easier it is to face the truth
Because the aspiration to change
Who I really am has run out of oomph.
And so what is the truth of who I really am?
That I am basically lazy without much interest
In doing anything new or following through
And finishing what I already started.
What I already started includes lots of stuff
But of course applies to Life in general
Since that’s the very first thing I already started.
But somewhere in there is also the wisdom
That finally accepts entropy and inertia
As the fundamental truth
Of my existence.
Are there other truths in my life?
Of course, but they are all just relative
Temporary and fleeting.
(10/27/25)
One day, life will leave my battered carcass.
One day, I will no longer belong to this rotten world.
Today, my suicidal urges mock Death with laughter.
I waste the breath of life that my universal force gave me freely.
I came from the darkness, and I shall end in the furnaces of my own destruction.
Doing good is a duty, to soothe the wrath of the Creator.
I will end in the flames of my own hell.
Like all those innocent souls, I too have suffered.
I know every face of death.
I have worn every mask of misery.
I am but an ignorant man, aware of his ignorance,
Thirsty for knowledge like the builders of the pyramids.
I chose to laugh so my demons would remain silent.
Since I learned to walk, my tears have dried.
I stand for truth, justice, liberty, equality, and righteousness.
I believe fraternity is an absurd notion, drenched in hypocrisy.
I hate the racists who preached humanism and universalism
Only to sanctify racialism and supremacism.
In front of the universe
I was like a man with hallucinations,
I gripped,
I asked for the white man,
The white man;
When there was no white man standing there;
A-byss
L-ies
Y-onder,
N-ever
E-nding
S-hadows
T-ouching
O-utlying
S-pace,
A-ll
T-ragically
A-waits
©bfa060425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Alyn Estosata)
There's a faint light beaming up through the cracks
in everything that has the answers.
I stand on the edge peering in,
facing up to the risk of failing, falling in,
on the cusp of not looking away.
No thunder rolls, no curtain calls,
for the silence between
breaths, blinks, and heartbeats
holds the final bluff and dare,
as toes reach over the edge
and shadows stall in their recall,
of what might otherwise have been,
on the cusp of facing up.
Some say crucify him
Many said enslave him
Others said neglect him
Few said let's hear from him
They never wanna listen to his messages.
Some say let's rectify him
Many said let's edify him
Others said let's glorify him
Few said no let's nail him
Now some can relate
But they don't want his rule.
He's always prepare
Ready to fight for his right
Defending his personality
He's so fearless and furious
Fiercely facing any opposition.
Siberian tiger, striped, brave and strong
She covered my entire car, ten feet long
Six hundred and sixty pounds turned and stared me down
I ran until I reached the edge of the very next large town
You were never in danger, a voice said in my head.
He’s just a big pussy, a pet of your weird old neighbor Ned.
But part of me knew better, and was glad I had been spared.
For neighbors like this odd duck man, I have truly never cared.
There once was a time when i did worry
I spin through the storm of life's winds and flurrys
Though i came through it all
Though i did not fall
And ready to face another with all haste and hurry
Recovery can be the biggest blessing you ever receive
Yet at the same time also being the highest mountain you have ever had to climb
One minute the adrenaline is pumping
Then the very next your finding yourself trapped within your or thoughts
Stuck facing reality without a clear set of directions
Realizing that there is no map to guide you
Understanding it looks different for everyone
Knowing for some, it may be complete smooth sailing
While also knowing that for others, it may also be like trying to stay dry in a monsoon with a faulty umbrella
For the first time having to see that it’s OK to not be perfect
Seeing your reflection in the mirror
A totally different person than you’re used to
One who is facing reality head on with pride
No longer hiding in the shadows, afraid of what others may think
Instead being genuinely yourself with no apologies or lies to hide the truth
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