There is no justice
Of course there isn’t
Why would anyone think there is
No person is truly color-blind
How could anyone be
Even Stevie Wonder isn’t – and he’s blind
There is no such thing as the perfect spouse
The very notion is ludicrous
Only a fool would think there is (or pretend to be one)
Is there anyone alive who’s never gotten angry
Is there anyone who’s never made a mistake
Is there anyone who is totally selfless
If there is, then he’s a big pain-in-the-ache
I still think I do.
I honestly think I really do.
I don't know why but maybe these ideas are alive.
I might have accidentally lingered in my head reminiscing with the thought of you and I
I kind of wondered maybe I'm overwhelmed by the signs.
Meeting and seeing you again rekindled something close to fire.
I'm begging that it's due over time.
Afraid that I must have been losing my mind.
Though I know you were beautiful, no lies.
We've grown throughout the years and maybe I'm just stating whys.
The we could haves and the we might haves.
I do think I still miss you. Can you come and find me some other time?
How is life like in the world to come?
The uncertainty draws fears with a mask
The projections of man seem meaningless
Our root, our support, our source
May the new world be revealed
The sky be perfect as the creator
The wind be pure as the co-creator
Our lives be saved by the only begotten
I see a new movement
Men and Women revealed in the sanctuary
Heart molded with peace and joy
A world reformed not by man
The bell of time is loud and clear
It is the creator, the master planner
There is no disappointment in the deep
Here I come with a Deep Mindset.
Written By: Matthew Deladem Ahafianyo
After the noise had settled
I kept reaching
for conversations
that had already ended
Not because I had something new to say
Because your absence
still answered me
There are rooms
I walk through differently now
Corners that remember you
better than I do
And every version of the future
I try to build
Finds its way back
To your name
I used to think
love was being understood
Now I think
It is carrying someone with you
after they have gone
Not as a wound
As a direction
If there is a distance between us
I would cross it
If there is a silence
I would sit inside it
If there is a door
I would wait beside it
for as long as it takes
Not because I am lost
Because I know where home is
And for all the things
I should have said
The one that remains is simple
I am still here
And if you turned around
You would find me
coming toward you
The street exhales in measured, patient light,
Where footsteps keep a cadence soft and slow,
An I, a witness to the day, walk on—
While somewhere in my mind, a name begins to grow.
A stone appears where none was set before,
Its surface pale with weather, time, and loss;
No hands in sight, yet carved with patient care—
A name, a date, and silence etched across.
It feels so close, yet too far to reach,
As if the thought itself has learned to wait;
A whispered echo at the edge of speech,
Where life and stillness almost hesitate.
A though intrudes, unbidden, keen, and still,
It settles where the quiet held its form;
Not summoned by intent, yet marks the will,
A distant tremor in an unseen storm.
I measure life against what time unthreads,
Each breath a brief inscription on the air;
The body writes what memory still treads,
And fades into the grammar of the bare.
And still I walk, the cadence kept and known,
The sky unchanged, though meanings rearrange;
What lingers is not lost, but overgrown,
A quiet thought, persistent, yet estranged.
the faerie flew into the swamp landing with a splat
what was that? Asked a bull frog, his voice a bit flat.
I think it’s a damselfly, stated an enchanted cattail.
Oak tree rolled his eyes; he recognized his friend, Gale.
It is Gale, the faerie, she comes to see us in the fall.
No one was over excited except the bullfrog named Paul.
She is sitting on MY lily pad, he stated, sounding irritated.
You can have another one, the smiling faerie stated.
She was a libber, and a believer in finders keepers.
Besides, she was comfortable here, with these peepers.
She had flown a long way; she was ready for a well earned rest.
The bullfrog was fearful, her claim he dared not contest.
it didn’t take much,
all i had to do was look into your eyes,
for the first time in this short while,
the severe pain in my heart at least tells me,
what am i doing this for?
i know i took the stupid route,
but how does the route matter,
if my destination remains the same?
i wish to come back
show you im me
but the me i want you to see.
would you still live that day a hundred more times, even though i’m in it?
Years back
Past track
Direction when I was loss
A Grand Mother praying having an influential force
Prayed together
Taught me how to pray and what to pray for
A Grand Mother who showed me the way to salvation
Educated me in biblical words
It became my one day understanding after while
When I thought death would consume me
A Grand Mother became a guiding light
As I write, tears fall
Thank You Grand Ma for rescuing me being my call
I miss you so
You were like no other
A Mother to many
Sweet and Gentle
Comforter beyond.
The feeling inside me undoubtedly grew
When the most beautiful lady that I ever knew
Kissed with the softest lips, loving and true
Lost in her eyes, awash green and blue
I think of you
Being with her was a momentous occasion
She’s naturally gifted in the powers of persuasion
You completely changed the entire equation
I think you are heavenly, angelic, amazing
I think of you
Baby Ducks paddle in the lake
Clouds appear, drift and break
An artists sky, full and great
A super moon, the perfect date
I think of you
And so time moves on and dreams grow again
Desire and conflict and hunger remain
Exhibit control, discipline and refrain
Don’t be a fool, you’ve the whole world to gain
I think of you
I wonder if she knows just what goes on
Inside my heart and mind
All that I am sings the most beautiful song
Beyond what I could hope to find
I think of you
how many times have i seen this exact shadow pattern on the road?
how many times did i drive over speedbumps,
only to forget once the car settles?
drive over a pothole
hold it in your memory
don't stop thinking, don't stop thinking
what road were you just on?
what color was the patchy road under the hole?
you write it down to always remember
you read it back & have no recollection
you'll never be the tires,
you'll probably never even drive the car
but you can sit in the passenger seat
you can crack the window for a while
you still feel the road from underneath whats holding you up
you'd really rather walk
to have complete control
you could run away,
why are you still here?
are you waiting for the next pothole?
No golf today
But I want to play
I think I’ll go start a war.
The weather’s too bad
Ooh it’s making me mad
I think I’ll go start a war.
Big war plans
Compensate for tiny hands
I think I’ll go start a war.
Best to attack now “Roger, Roger”
Says the old draft-dodger
I think I’ll go start a war.
He wants a peace prize
With every burger and fries
I fear he’ll go start a war.
But the commander in chief
Acts more like a thief
I think he just started a war.
colorful witch stole a cat, a broom, a stagecoach too
Last I saw her she was on the Oregon Trail said Lou
A posse chased her, I think I saw John Wayne with a badge.
That is truly curious said an analytic named Madge.
When the lights are dim
And the pen runs smooth
I think about sending a thought
High into the atmosphere
Past the cirri and satellites
Toward the edge of everything
I don't expect a response
I just hope I said the right name
newspaper report
Malibu, California
August 10th, 2025
mountain lion bites eleven-year-old girl
bites?
not mauls?
bites?
not kills?
I think the reporter left out a few things.
The girl was at her chicken coop
she began screaming
Her mother and a sibling came out with a stun gun
they stunned the mountain lion
the wildlife people responded, finding it hiding.
They shot it dead
How many people hear screaming and run outside with a stun gun?
If the world is not what it looks like,
Rather an entity of our own mold,
How can I only adhere to my own view?
Therefore I think Kant is true.
How one is in grief, other in delight,
I am skeptic whether molds are alike.
The sage could see it through.
Therefore I think Kant is true.
I could have consoled you,
You could have consoled me,
Only if we had got a clue.
Therefore I think Kant is true.
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