All ways
are returning
back to the comfy chair
with a coffee, cat and a book
to read
To read
of roads ahead—
following that one star
a glamour hiding frozen wastes
—return!
Return
to opposite—
the pendulum swings down
here is another hell waiting
—return!
Return
Hollywood shines—
the hills hide the horrors
Barbie demons with plastic smiles
—return!
Go then
towards morning
letting the sunshine in
I will remain at this compass
always.
You are the artist, you're the poet.
AP: 2nd place 2026
One's haven- a place where happiness sings;
true, comforting peace to all lives it brings,
as strolling in parks or feeding sweet birds.
But mine is the sanctuary of words.
The scenes in my mind direct them to come
to build an image or story, become
the tools that can shape, redress simple thought;
in capturing words, the best ones are sought.
This haven I seek, on fair or gray days,
immersed in the field of words that amaze.
Though battles are fierce, when each write is done,
sweet comfort rewards the word-war I won.
Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version.
Beyond the pull of grief or passion
Stillness becomes our single fashion
Old dogmas fade to illusory smoke
Thought refined in silent action
The quiet heart where truth resides
We drift beyond the shifting tides
Unbound by dogma, free from fear
Pure freedom where the self decides
No empty gods to now appease
No shadows crawling on their knees
The mind awakes to raw design
Unshackled from ancient decrees
We weave the light from inner flame
No longer playing in their game
Our sacred origin revealed
A holy song without a name
When the night whispers your name
The silence between heartbeats
Dreams woven with stardust
Under the light of the milky moon
Every sunrise holds a promise
When the wind carries secrets
Lost in the echoes of time
Shadows dance under the moonlight
When the ocean meets the sky
In the quiet of the morning dew
The warmth of forgotten memories
In the arms of a gentle storm
When raindrops tell their stories
Lightning whispers across the sky
Embraced by the first snowfall
Under a sky painted with dreams
The melody of a distant past
When love blooms in silence
Through the lens of a fading photograph
Where do we end?
With a new beginning.
We lived many times, like days and nights, the time continued on.
We lived in many places, we bloomed like the flowers and trees, we grew and achieved.
We drank from springs, we laughed, we cried, we sang, we moved like the light bright, then dark, marking our marks.
We lived in love, we lived in him, we lived with all he created and we learned from our sins.
We let the storms carry away the ugly, the damaged, the deceivers, and all the ones that caused us damage.
We lived many times, we journeyed through time looking at all the stars, smiling at the moon with its shine.
We walked up higher in the clouds and tried to get a look at heavens high.
We dreamed each seasons, and worked toward marking this journey better each time.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Every day is
a new beginning- - - - -
A new lease on
your incredible life
So savor each one
Live life to the fullest
Enjoy the wonderful
moments, embrace them
Always look at
the bright side
Utilize your full potential
Make the most of it
We are only
here for an
extremely short time
Life goes by
so fast- - - - -
you're an old
person before you can
blink your eyes
Live and Enjoy
Everyone walks around
carrying on their shoulders
a heap of sorrow
the sorrow
of so many things
never attained
the sorrow
of so many things
that never came to be
Inside every heart
a tragic tale
playing out
in the drama
unfolding within
someone is wounded
someone defeated
someone is fighting
in silence
within
Are we all
seeking the strange happiness
of becoming
a tragic hero?
Left everything behind
Not for dreams; but for reality.
Even earth doesn't stay at a place
What are we to have a constant living.
Sometimes it's better to change habitat
Not for company; but for our State of mind.
In spite of survival birds too migrate
What's there to question, it's nature.
Feeling of being leftout
Not for new lifestyle; but for healthy relation
Though seasons change like our mood
What is left nothing but grief.
America care about your children, your family, your land, your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America has cared for many, has lost many, continues to care for many, yet has failed to take care of its own.
America is like a business, like a clan, like a passed-down vine that has grown and learned, and continues to grow with each new season.
America care for your children, your family, your land your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America care for your freedom, freedom to grow, freedom to learn, freedom to be free and many more ways that make us proud to be American.
End the genocide of America and care about your American family, send the others that hate America to the place that makes them happy.
God gave us freedom, God is freedom and love and many other positive things that we love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
There is a school of thought
That says
Marmalade is only for breakfast bread
My mother also had that view.
However,as for myself
I will spread it,unsparing,
Morning ,noon and night.
837.
Wala Nang Pang-Happiness Needs
Nung ako ay tanggalin
Sa CapSU noong 2016
Happiness Needs ipinagkaila sa'tin
Panggastos sa celebations wala na
Wala nang panghanda
Na nagbibigay ng saya
Panggastos sa travels wala na
Wala nang panglakwatsa
Na nagdudulot ng tuwa
Panggastos sa materials wala na
Wala nang panlibangan sana
Na naghahandog ng ligaya
Nang sa CapSU alisin ako
Wala na po
Na Pang-Happiness Needs tayo!
-11/20/2022
(Dumarao)
*My Losing CapSU
I've been feeling the critics lately,
They've been quiet but murmuring.
Miss Heart, from the trauma...
And the medicine I abandoned her for, through force.
Lady Liver and Dame Kidney,
Who I legally and knowingly abused for years.
Monarch Mind and her anxieties,
Who I didn't, nor couldn't keep from harm.
The critics... They're gathering .
Mrs Microbiome, married to my choices and unable to divorce.
Countess of Amygdala,
Begging her now, not to go to war again.
Her Highness, Queen Fascia...
Hardens again monthly to be broken free.
Sitting frustrated at dinner,
Their host is hard to be kind too these days.
The menu must evolve again,
It's critical to improve retention and reviews.
Blue bird flying high
The exuberance of spring
- a mum's loving joy
In the pursuit of happiness
Americans chase fortune and fame
gold galore and a place
where everyone knows their name
but they could tone it down a bit
and not go loudly announcing it
to all and sundry with every word
it seems infinitely preferable
if some are seen and never heard
but on the other hand in another land
while leading lives of quiet desperation
trapped in their traditional ways
the British hang on in hope
of distant future better days
and tho' always first to join a queue
there are the few exceptions who
break the rule at every chance
don't give a whit or backward glance
hats off to them for their contribution
as every generation needs a new revolution
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