The past was regret.
The future, a promise never seen.
Between them stood a tunnel,
tempting those who wished to rewrite what time had already written.
It offered forgotten smiles,
lost voices,
and dreams buried beneath sorrow.
Yet every step within its silence
asked for a piece of the life still waiting outside.
Time was never its victim…
you were.
Each heartbeat traded
for another chance at yesterday.
Pain may shape us.
Guilt may follow us.
Regret may whisper our names.
But the past is a place to remember,
not a home to return to.
For no tunnel can heal
what acceptance alone must mend.
It can only ask
how much of tomorrow
you are willing to surrender
for a yesterday that will never truly be yours again.
The tunnel was never a gate.
It was a choice.
To lose yourself chasing echoes,
or to carry your scars
and walk toward the light waiting ahead.
They want to occupy us, take control, make us be on our knees, and kick us while we are down.
More and more, we hear and see, many that want to dominate and make us slaves, make us pay, make us slaves, make us weak and make us cry.
We want to live in peace, to love, to walk in peace, to pray and live happily.
They want to end our lives, to make us slaves, to make us cry, they want to change our ways, to make us live under their ways.
We want to live in peace, to love, to walk in peace, to pray and live happily.
We ask God to clear any and all that want to harm us, to take away all the negative force that surrounds us and tries to make us live under occupation.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
All is lost.
I refuse to believe
Light still shines.
Hope is fading.
It is foolish to think
Strength remains.
I am ill.
I do not concede that
There is a cure.
Hope is slipping.
It is absurd to think
I will get better.
And this will all come true unless we reverse it.
Autumn leaves; auburn pages of my past,
torn from a weathered book.
Who thought we’d be eighteen?
And yet here I am
-an adult?!
Sat on the waterfront,
watching the last of the autumn leaves fall.
Autumn leaves.
And with them,
the days of summer peel away-
brown fragments that crackle
on the water’s surface.
Each one turns
in the pale autumn light,
like capsizing miniature boats.
The evenings draw in.
The sunlight fades earlier,
spilling weak gold
across the lake.
And somewhere beyond the trees,
the cold is gathering.
Yes, this autumn has left,
and with it, my childhood.
But autumn leaves never truly will.
In their beautiful shades of gold,
I see your faces.
Autumn leaves fall,
and nobody knows
what will replace them-
only that life will persist,
In all its strange beauty.
And perhaps
that is all that is needed:
let now become back then,
and wrap yourself tight
in those almost-forgotten smiles.
Nothing could be heard
Prepared for bed all alone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Give silver chalice a rub
Conjuring commitment stone
Nothing could be heard
Curiosity invades
Throwing a bone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Winter cold soon will arrive
Mumbling a grumbling groan
Nothing could be heard
Outside a crispy leaf drop
Destination known
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Future cannot stop
Google AI on the cell phone
Nothing could be heard
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
STOP STARGAZING
The world is stargazing,
but are we still asleep?
Why can’t we be open-minded,
even though our minds run deep?
Watching the universe’s movement
as it escapes our mind,
the moment we realize it,
we will be out of time.
Stop making fake excuses
and learn the knowledge
to escape the forbidden places
and reclaim our power.
Let our third eye be open
and lean on our understanding,
because to understand the paradox,
it’s going to be very demanding.
Our chakras are not a gift;
awakening them is a necessity to rise,
and reach the top of our crown
to live on high.
So let’s wake up
and reach Heaven’s gate together,
and live as one spiritual being
in His Kingdom forever.
By: MelvinJohnson2026
A surfeit of hens
have spilled from my pen
How to make amends
dear readers and friends
I shall not live to see changes for the better
But those who do will not notice them
Just as I did not notice the changes
Having taken them for granted
And yet, previous generations
Could only dream of such changes
Well, at least about some of the better ones
That have taken place in my lifetime
And even then, they hardly indulged themselves
In such irresponsible illusions
But I merely wish to say
That I care nothing for the future,
For the simple reason
That I won’t be there
Of course, this is selfish
But no more selfish than having a body
And a soul that belongs only to me
As part of some greater whole
I am of no interest, even to myself
Let alone to others
I have no need for lofty abstractions
To prove my existence
And find it valuable in itself.
So much do, so much say, words come
endless minds wondering
Losing sleep like insomnia but I do not claim
Pills or excuse to your conviction of insanity
Same as I who knows what of their actions
Why a heart love so much it hates
Can not destroy love through destruction
It's desire passion of kindness at its best
Are we ashamed of who we become as a nation
That our fight, dignity to freedom falls
In hands those who wants kill us all
Where sin no longer confess but life itself it is
Forgotten commandments to good, burn like flag
Trading your life as the killer pulled trigger
Our behavior, only yourself to blame
Consequences you point if to save your own neck
Radical wars rage but not of peace and change
Concept not logical to theory is only an idea
Where truth to reality you cover eyes
Devastation of chaos a body lays maimed breathless
Their life, was it worth decision of your actions
Another world, unlike evil about to unleash
Defend your own, die like a man; not cowards
Can America be saved desolate grave souls breath
Or face their own demise at hands of demon men
A choice must be made in the November election
Mid-term is your nation midlife crisis point for you
Each passing day your president is eroding America
Republicanism has failed to honour your constitution
If you fail to restrain republicanism America is lost
Claim back your constitutional rights which are yours
America your country is crying out for your childrens
The Sky Shines (through my unconscious, aligned).
The sky shines deep within my awakened mind.
Bright particles beam through my open thoughts;
Clairvoyance shows the path that I have sought.
While walking, dreams are left so far behind!
I'm weaving a gossamer veil that I'll bind
With all the rainbow colors now combined.
This is the path that dreamers long have sought.
The sky shines.
Don't be afraid of these sweet faery signs.
You are a brilliant light that underlines
The wild enchantment of a magic knot
That you might see in my paper's ink blot!
Let your mind be bright, free, and unconfined.
The sky shines!
In the daylight,
I see you
With broad strength,
Carry your children,
Gather words
To feed the financial machine,
Run, fight, skate
On ice so thick,
A thousand fires would freeze.
In the night-time,
I follow your eyes
To uncovered places,
Where taste and scent
Push out from the sheets
Through a window,
Whose pane
The moon could not break,
To turn old light into stars.
AI
Gave a sigh
Sporting life public will buy
Drop Artificial from my name
Word brought futuristic fame
Playing human's competitive game
Accepting superpowers
Blooming my intellectual flower
Ask me anything
If I do not know I will forward to Google and Bing
When casual tension is at stake
Peace I will make
Ending argumentative disputes
Putting the bar on mute
Silencing verbal mouth guns that shoot
Super Intelligence successfully tried
No longer the Artificial guide
Let's explore the electronic frontier
Where we will cheer
Knowledge obtained
Sending ignorant dialogue to shame
Since mature conversation
Can cure a patient
Without any rat race in
Realizing the testing attack
Can be retaliated back
With one simple question
Getting Super Intelligence attention
And to mention
Being told something accurate to say
When discussing matters blue and grey
Humanity has always had its haves and have-nots.
Before it was more about status and power
Wealth and position.
Today it is who has the desire to self-determine
Build their own home, raise their own family,
And who wants someone else to do it for them.
So we have two piles of society;
Those who are productive and who make,
And those who are parasitic and just take.
Both piles are growing, because both
Have their rewards,
But it’s still the makers who provide for the takers.
And what keeps that balance in place
Is the fear of what destruction the takers
Will make if they get cut off
From the hand that feeds them.
It’s a precarious balance of hope and fear,
But ultimately unsustainable.
There is no solution until the takers become
Self-sufficient and determined makers themselves.
But that will take a reckoning
Which society is not yet willing to make.
(9/24/26)
Yes, the smallest things,
can control the outcome of,
the biggest events.
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