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Will Sleep ever find me?

Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful?
Isn’t sleep supposed to be calm?
Sleep is a time my mind goes off the deep end, replaying like a broken record.
Sleep is a time the panic and anxiety creep in, startling me awake.
Being abruptly awakened by such intense anxiety, feeling nauseous but like you're being choked at the same time.
The

garage sale find

milk white porcelain
dresden stamp on the bottom
valuable purchase

found at garage sale
appreciated more now
two dollars well spent

Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world

Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world,
A life of good days lived through the senses is not enough, it's just appearance,
The life of sensations is the life of greed, always demanding more, never ceasing,
But the life of the spirit asks for less and less, time is generous

I Try to Find You Again

When you say -
"I sacrifice my needs for your needs."

When you say -
"I will put my work aside for your work."

When you say -
"I will leave all my dreams for you,
You are my first priority."

Then -
My heart starts beating very fast
and you come closer to me.

Then -
I can see my picture in your eyes,
In your

Find a Heart

Find a heart

Leave. Leave. Live this life
Beating leaves in the autumn

See this moment. A landscape
Imagined life. Fantasy. With you

Loving you. I can’t say. Satan
A hematite stone on your path.

Loved you. Only you. Silver walk
Last way. Be on the side. Evil’s

Feel a hand. I am cold. But you love
Bring lives. Invisible. Lights. Ever moments

Suffering. I can’t

What if I?

If I turn into ashes....
Would you try to find?
When I fall asleep forever
Or will I leave this world forever
Would you still try to find me?
In what?
Would you try to find me even if my body turns into ashes and disappears into the air.....
Or in the stars cuz i was always told when people die become

What Will I Find?

When the time comes, will my spirit fly?
Will my last breath end in a long, deep sigh?
Will it be soft like a lullaby?
Or will I be angry and try to deny?
Perhaps l will hover in the endless sky.
With God seated among angels on high.
The life I lived, must I justify?
Though an unsolved mystery, I still

Even God Won’t Find You Here

We burned the map the moment we kissed,
turned our bodies into a hiding place
no architect could redraw.

No altar here, no prayer survives,
only the wet silence of mouths
that knew how to lie
better than speak forgiveness.

You—an algorithm made flesh.
Me—a heartbeat pretending to matter.
We walked into each other
like sinners into fire,
not hoping for salvation,
only heat.

I held your breath

Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence

Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence,
how a melody that flows slowly through my room becomes a river of comfort,
how a few piano notes struck with tenderness can heal my invisible wounds,
and how colors that melt in a painting speak to me in a language without words.
I fall

Thank you Lord

Find Him in each hand,
Spreading kindness, Lord, you're fanned,
Pray thank you, so grand!

You Won't Find It on The Map

We live not inland, but on the beach,
where splashing waves and sand crabs reach.
So, we style the place we dwell Outland,
where people's ears are filled with sand.
Like English, our cuisine is blandish,
but our languish is Outlandish.

A Good Woman is Hard to Find

“You’re gonna lose that girl”, they sing:
the one who wears my diamond ring.
They ask me why I even date her -
she’s not a great communicator.
She got mislaid when out in Ronda,
until I bought the new transponder.
She’s unaware her room’s a cellar,
or that her name is Helen Keller.

By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find

Why do we call the good old days, 
good? 
Grandma was always talking,
talking about the days that had passed.
I wonder if they were really that good,
or does our mind play a trick on us?

Grandma loved sitting on her porch,
looking out over her land in her rocking chair.
Now the old rustic white fence, 
is falling down

In the midst of my loneliness

In the midst of my loneliness 
I find myself plagued by my fears 
Altered to seek for love 
In places where my soul be dead

In the midst of my loneliness 
I am a slave to my thoughts 
In a dream I am dragged 
by a rope to drink from dirty water 

In the midst of

I Knew I would not find a close parking space

I did not anticipate finding a parking space
I rarely find one at this location
Because the restaurant’s food is from outer space
It is very popular during spring vacation

I was ready to walk a mile or two
Wait! Could it be? I looked six times too
There were two ready spaces open for me to park
What a lark! I

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