footle
with a
twiddle
is this
poem
conjured
with ease
is there
any
reason
why we
should not
do as
we please
we weave
magic
as pure
bliss beats
which but
mirror
heartbeats
don’t think
just feel
our love
as heart’s
vibrant
refrain
repeats
Like that one familiar friend -
Hope knows what I'm feeling
Before I've said anything
And gladly walks behind.
She has peace in her eyes
And keeps her lips silent;
Words are irrelevant
But hearing might suffice.
I keep planting gardens in my wounds,
wondering why everything tastes like rust.
Maybe I don’t want to heal—
maybe I just want prettier scars.
Some nights, I mistake my reflection
for something I’m supposed to save.
It’s not love.
It’s recognition.
I keep circling the fire
because I built it.
I don’t miss the pain—
I miss having something to blame.
I never wanted happiness.
I wanted familiar.
And familiar feels like bleeding
in places no one looks.
Healing scares me.
Who am I without the ache?
So I named my bruises
just to feel less alone
Today I felt the weight again -
at least I'm feeling now.
For months I floated, distant,
watching myself from somewhere else.
Now I write, I climb, I sweat,
learning who I am beneath the numbness.
I saw you after all this time,
traveled far just to confirm
what my heart already knew.
You walked toward me, familiar
but changed, and every word
I'd planned dissolved like sugar cubes
into black coffee.
Your eyes told me the truth
the spark had died, the door
was closed. I broke apart,
apologized for all the ways
I loved you poorly, hurt you,
became someone I despise.
We talked like strangers after,
polite and careful, building walls
where bridges used to be.
Now I ride the late bus home,
crying into empty streets,
carrying love that has nowhere to go.
-
Some days are good
some days are bad
some may be OK
while the rest could be
the very best you ever had
tho' there are those
who go
with what they know
always stay the same
consistency may be the key
but I prefer to up my game
some hands you win
some hands you lose
sometimes you break even
then there's when you have to pay your dues
but when the peculiar becomes the familiar
on the slow road to nowhere
the trick is knowing when to call
rearrange the chips
see where they all fall
it's time to make a change
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
The dryer spins noisily
Old flannel revitalized
Threadbare memories
Warmly awaiting
Life’s familiar touch
This life is as familiar to me as five fingers,
Yet I find flaws that are bound to remain.
When I think of the future of generations,
My soul withers...
in various ways...
My soul withers...
in various ways...
My life is drifting towards the west.
There’s no time to turn or look back,
Many souls pass by me in haste.
Many haven’t grasped the essence of this life,
Have people truly reached their longed-for goals?
As I wander in this confusion,
One day, I’ll leave without saying goodbye.
Though these words may not be easily understood,
The blue sea won’t be stirred if you don’t fight.
Rivers overflow in the end,
If you pay attention, they flow into the sea.
I see you in the faces of 10,000 strangers
Spirit of another
Let me see thru your eyes
I feel the understanding
And I've come to realize
It is you who scoops up my poop
It is you who feeds me and fulfills me
It is you who makes me purr
It is you, my friend, my familiar
My awe
If only,
I had a tail too.
Miles apart—aging and evolving,
Familiar Faces—stars I forgot to name
welcome me with gentle gravity.
Doubts retreat,
anxieties weaken—
shadows realizing they are only shadows.
I could not imagine the warmth
of human light, til I stood bravely
in their spaces.
What color are your eyes?
What weights are they showing you bear?
Your tired eyes, they're piercing,
They're too heavy to offer self care.
You're exhausted, but need not rest,
Sleeping won't cure what's hiding.
Do my eyes offer yours comfort?
Do they warm you to confiding?
I know mine just as well,
I'm aware mine paint demise.
But I don't mind so still I ask,
What color are your eyes?
year of the snake
no it's been a decade
of deceit with you
Man strives so hard, for what precisely?
To live a good life, and die afterwards,
What an Irony.
Man wants to survive for what precisely
To hope that someday a dream would be valid
But today I understood better. life is a journey of different destination, if you work so hard and smart, and you don’t make up so far and you die you would need to come back to life and the journey would begin all over again
For today a man dies tomorrow another is birthed the first cry of a child is the cry of uncertain vision, cry of desperation to make it so as not to come back to a familiar journey.
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