We are told that God created us in his own image. If that is the case, we should all be
entities, as God was an entity.
I find myself asking, are we really alive or are we just shadows of the past looking into the
future?
They say that tomorrow never comes and yesterday is gone, so are we just in a loop not
going forward and unable to go back?
I don’t see how they say that our soul never dies. Do we then become an entity forever, to
be stuck in a time that has no beginning and no end?
We go through the act of living, but in reality, we are getting ready to die, moving closer to
becoming the entities that we were at the beginning.
So are we shadows of entities from the past, or are we the same entities that
have been around for thousands of years?
Will we ever disappear in a puff of smoke or will we just keep roaming this
earth, just changing how we look?
We will stand at a grave of a loved one and cry for someone who is not gone
but alive in some parallel universe as an entity just waiting to reappear as a
different entity.
Being human
Encountering others on life's journey
Instinctively knowing when someone else is hurting
Never giving up, and leaning on God
Going forward, even through the pain
A butterfly flitted into view
Then quickly bidded me: Adieu
But its’ image there lingers still
Its’ gyrations of freewill
For I had been a butterfly
And yes my Life did typify
Carefree flitting (my chosen fate)
For the next “flower” I couldn’t wait
I paid no heed unto the wind
Going forward, undisciplined
Always flowers – always time
Looking for my next “stem” to climb
But I see sunset drawing near
When time and flowers will disappear
But no regrets for The Butterfly
The one I saw, and the one that’s: I
I suppose she will always have a hold.
I suppose she reached deeply into my soul.
And till now, she's refusing to let me go.
The years spent together just seemed right.
In plights of uncertainties, she held me tight
She reassured me iin many a dark night.
I wish I could, but I couldn't say no.
I'll forever remember the night of leaving.
Yes, I left, but leaving left me grieving.
It's very unlikely I'll ever return to stay.
My life has always been about going forward.
I've always had a distaste about 'backward'.
I suppose I will continue to be that way.
Whether it's a person, PLACE, or thing,
Detaching therefrom is not a song
That makes us want to sing. For me,
It's more like a leaf blowing in the wind.
So when I said goodbye and drove away
On that early night in January of 2022;
That sad night I slowly left SACRAMENTO;
That night I departed after 36 years;
I didn't know I'd still be grieving in 2026.
you see the mountains and you see vastness
i look on and see how much thier humps bear
you view the ocean, you see beauty
i see the color of a tear
you watch the birds and you see freedom
i find a soul so lost in the sky
you laugh with a friend, you see a smile
i see a heart that wants to die
you see a world so bright and clear
you feel a G-d so good and true
i see an eye so full of pain
i feel the doubts and questions brew
you see a million futures ahead
and joy and dancing in the rain
i see a fear of going forward
and anger and dying of pain
your heart is pure and full of hope
mine is full of hate and stuck
your insides speak of love and joy
mine is overflowing with muck
you breathe an air of misty days
the ones that make you feel alive
but me? I'm lying in my bed
waiting nicely for death to arrive
I carry quiet things
which I keep in my pocket
as folded notes
that I never read
but I always keep with me.
The sound of a laugh
that didn’t last long enough
the way the sky looked once
when everything felt possible
some days
i am made of questions
stacked like unfinished homework
what if
why not
when will it make sense
other days
i am just breathing
in
out
like that is enough
like that is everything
I have learned
that growing feels a lot like breaking
but softer
slower
like cracks in glass which remain hidden
until the light strikes at the exact moment.
I keep going forward
through all obstacles.
I exist
between the loud sounds
and the complete quietness
that exist between my past self
and my future self
my authentic self
stands under the sun
without any fear.
The person who waits
for me to arrive
has always believed
that I would reach this destination.
The bend in the path through the autumn woods
Obscures my vision to what lies ahead
Brilliant colors of fall's leaves so good
Beauty that surrounds doesn't stop the dread
What is beyond the road's bend veiled from sight
There's no way I can know for its concealed
'Pon each step God gives me just enough light
Going forward despite my fright eyes peeled
God always supplied my needs plus some wants
He's always furnished enough shining light
I now need His presence to smooth away daunts
And give extra grace to get good insights
The bend in road could be smooth or rocky
Help, Lord, in aging not to be gawky
finis'
I’m driving my car down a road.
A road, I’ve driven so many times in the past
But today I’m seeing an aspect
That I’ve never noticed.
As the sun is flickering through the trees
As I pass by, the seconds ticking,
Houses, people and things.
I’m daydreaming thinking that my car is like life
Traveling through time.
I see everything passing me by.
I could put on my turn signal and pull over.
I could just sit in the moment and ponder.
But, then all those cars behind me
Would pass by me into the future.
Leaving me here on the side of the road
In stasis, in the past.
When human beings don’t have stuff to face us
We become limited and half @ss.
The thing about human beings, we’re not wired for pause,
We’re driven to drive, to keep going forward.
It’s not in our nature to linger for long.
And, although no matter what we do,
Time moves on waiting for no one.
Occasionally there are a few of us
That may sit upon our hands.
But what I would tell the aliens
Is that we are more likely to quickly,
Drive directly into the eye of the storm.
The ancient alchemists truly had the right ideas,
With knowledge in science, philosophy and mysticism.
They pursued a recipe for a phenomenal universal elixir
Which would cure all our un-eases.
Or spiritual enlightenment for all.
But I think the most fascinating critical thinking
Is the idea that this chemist of sorts,
Could take a base metal like lead,
And somehow miraculously transform it to gold.
So, weird, surreal and remarkable, outside of the box!
Then time moves on and ideas that sounded
Ridiculous get recycled and rehashed.
Their misinformed unscientific theories,
Somehow, make it full circle.
Today we know they were on to something.
All they needed back then was to create a nuclear reaction
In a particle accelerator like the large Hadron Collider.
But although the idea is solid
The amount of energy it takes to create
The smallest little bit of unstable gold.
I think going forward our energy may be best spent.
Seeking their other endeavor
Spiritual Enlightenment!
You will Never again cause me
doubt in believing
Admitting your emotions had
purpose and no meaning
Looking closer I understand
my running
Going forward and No hope
Believing
Amazing people you fake
care and destroy
I pray barriers surround your
false words of friendship
I am Stronger thank you,
Your energy gone
Reward is inner truth and
more confident
My world shattered in May when my youngest son
took his own life after a long struggle with mental illness
I tried to help him so many times, but it seemed,
the more I tried, the more he pulled away
I had to come to the conclusion that it was not my struggle
and live my own life, while letting him know that I was there
to help when needed, I had to keep going forward in my
own life and find a purpose for myself while he lived his
When my world shattered, I gathered as many pieces as I could
and started to rebuild my world, and I noticed there were some
parts that would not fit in my new life and that's okay,
I just needed to keep moving forward and recognize that I am different
It is so hard at times to realize that I am leaving the life with my son
in it behind, but I will never forget him and will love him with a mama's
unconditional love forever, and I do look forward to the day that
I will see him again, whole, healed, and in a good place
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.
So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.
That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see it—
ignore the noise,
heal the peace they once broke inside you.
Understand.
Forgive.
Move on.
They might think they own the world,
but you don’t have to stay connected.
Love yourself,
protect the peace inside,
and take care of your soul.
A cigar is appreciated simply,
By observing how it is burned.
From where it starts till it ends,
The fire erases its way forward.
As the smoke favors consume,
It's like life how the story goes
From birth to its maturity show.
Going forward written as will,
Like history unfold its all done,
Read every pages up to the end.
Retold its content to every ear
Life is read, re-read and retold.
To every generation for wisdom,
A guiding star that light our way.
a coin, a vinyl recording
a mirror, a leaf, a door
a picture, a photo of the wall
a day, dawn, moon, clouds
alive, awake, eyes open, floating
ahead, today, tomorrow, a shadow
growing old, a diary, a tombstone
onward, upward, hands up, face up, bottoms up
going forward, with no reverse gear, timely
a book open, uncovered, a calendar, a clock
facing up, fronting up, with soul on sleeve
Ne're be tempted to flip over
to the B-side.
It's Ne're the Same Game
on the Others Side.
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