I painted the dance floor with the strongest
smile, because I had no choice but to move.
Close
closer
shoulder to shoulder..
I went a little crazy just to take in your aura,
that energy controlling all of the fire in you.
Shoulder to shoulder
closer
impossibly close..
I channeled that song to capture a spark
and maybe dive in and go for your heart.
Loud
louder
heartbeats slam like a drummer.
Hitting my soul and demanding that I ask
‘Your moves beg me to run your red light.
What the hell is your sign?’
Set aside thy lists,
calm busy thoughts
censure the process of unease
Forsake the thousand cares
and working of worries
that kill the heart
In the market of men
choose not a less perfect love
whom grace briefly affects
Let him not marry for an
alliance with authority
the warrant of wealth
or polluted lust
Let her not marry out of
a fear of long bachelorship
wicked spirit or tender virginity
for these are worthless bargains
Marriage cannot bind
the workings of thy thought
or the passion of the nuptial bed
Marry for love, breathe for love
that years of impossibly guiltless
comfort may be thy privilege
.
.
A song for this:
Today i met the boy i'm gonna marry by Darlene Love
They rise like heat-mirages
at the edge of memory,
shimmering figures who never learned
the art of being seen.
They move through our days
soft as dust lifting from old floorboards,
leaving only the faintest signatures~
a tilt of the head,
a stubborn kindness,
a way of listening
that feels older than we are.
Invisible ancestors
thread their breath through ours,
teaching us how to stand
in storms we never witnessed.
They murmur in the marrow,
a language without vowels,
a pulse older than sepia photographs.
Sometimes they arrive
as a sudden stillness in the room,
as if someone stepped in
and chose not to speak.
Sometimes as a dream
where a stranger’s face
feels impossibly familiar.
We carry them
like lanterns under the ribs~
their light small, steady,
refusing to go out.
We live our lives,
their shadows entwined in ours.
And though they left
no names to call them by,
they remain the quiet architects
of our courage,
the unseen chorus
that steadies our trembling hearts.
I sit at the feet of giants
As I write this
Humbled in the presence
Of cedars and sequoias
Magnificent pillars propping up
An impossibly blue heaven
Tourists trickle between their toes
Like ants from all over the world
On this Easter Sunday
While the ever-devout mosses
Face their northern Mecca
In perpetual silent prayer
A man strolls by
Carrying chunks of red bark
And I can’t help but smile
Because the only souvenirs
I’ll be bringing back with me
Are photos to scrapbook
And the memories of
This viridescent breeze
Its ocean-whisper through
The towering treetops
The glitter of sunlit snow
A velvet-antlered mule deer
Blossoming dogwood
And this poem.
We Are Always
Impossibly Judged
By Everyone...
Until We Conjur
Impressions
To List.
Spinning In
Love's Sweet
Paradox...
Read It Both Ways.
-Gray Squirrel
10-12-2025
A DREAM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A wisp of smoke, a phantom limb,
the dream dissolves, a sugar cube in rain.
Gone.
Morning light bleeds in,
erasing landscapes built of moon-dust.
A fiction, spun in the quiet dark.
But then, a shard remains.
A glint caught in the corner of your eye.
A swan's cry,
impossibly clear,
reverberates,
caught in the hollow of your chest.
It returns, unbidden, unwelcome,
a landscape
of tilted angles and knowing eyes.
You stand there, powerless,
caught in its gaze,
a stranger in a familiar place.
Inclined to wonder,
to dissect and trace,
the questions remain
bewilderment etched upon your face~
What did it mean?
What does it mean?
A silent kiss, forgotten song,
Are the moments I've strung along
A necklace of days I once knew,
that became broken without you
Summer's breeze carried us in clouds, impossibly high
We flew so far away, we were but a whispered sigh
lilac meadows remind us to hear, and not forget
Each silent kiss becomes a gold and crimson sunset
I sit alone 'neath branches bare
with chilly voice, wind tries to share
a remembered song, springtime bliss
But I just think of our first kiss
Lonely, waiting, the hours last
Each long day yawning to exist
Stolen are days as they go past
And then I hear your silent kiss
Branches
an assumed relationship
parts and whole
impossibly seem to
convince that a tree
is a tree~~
Nothing
seems as the
password for ~~
although
impossibly
Everything
seems to
work too~~
Nothing
seems as the
password for ~~
although
impossibly
Everything
seems to
work too~~
I'm sorry
I know you may have never been told that
But you deserve it
And so if nobody is gonna tell you that
I will
You deserve it
In a world that has told us to be strong
And has held us to impossibly high standards
I wanted you to know that you matter
And you deserved better
From the world
From your own
I'm here to let every black boy and every black girl know
You can let go
You dont always have to be a superhero
You dont always have to put on a show
Let your exterior crumble
Let those tears flow
All that pain, hurt and hate
Just know that what you feel or felt
Know it was never your fault
It was the system
And all of those who never listened
Who failed you
They failed you
Okay it's not your fault
I'm sorry they blamed you for being a victim
You dont have to struggle
With the weight of your problems
No more
This is my home
And your my guest
Give me the weight you carry on your chest
Come in and just rest
Sleep, its okay
Even if its all day
Never feel guilty
For how you choose to heal
And always remember
I love you
the choir chimed in
a chorus of rebuke
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin
shoot your pocket rocks
passing judgment comes down
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks
it was to be...
her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette
circulated the dame's tragedies
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet
it was to be...
but five (4+1) days late
the state of death
arose, rank and proud
with results beyond debate
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed
in the tacit tombs
there for the world
and his women appealed
none was to be
ne'er was to be
Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the
chains of men's destinies
enters seas of dearth
that i should gain
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.
More gift cards
What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok
Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a puncture.
A family friend got me to invest in a gift card thing, but I soon realized it was a bad thing, I cut my losses, as they say, a bird in hand is better than birds in the bushes
The gift card company is persistent in a little investment more and I will be very rich, which is the last thing I want to be
I feel sorry for the wealthy who need a yacht to
feel good about themselves big insecure egos begging for us to love them
they tell me I risk losing 400 thousand dollars and
what, on earth am I doing with that, when my thinking is a possible income of 5000 thousand to help with my daily expenses
Take Elon Musk, he is a genius and impossibly rich, always on the move to stave off his inner demons when sits down for a moment he looks inward, he is deeply depressed, and can’t find pleasure for long in what he does
Bless him he has so much to give to the world at
The cost of his well-being
All I want is to read, have coffee, and toast in the morning, and to hell with untold riches
If we're constantly learning
The knowledge we're yearning
It just goes to show
How much we really know
We all have our own field
Experts in what we yield
Knowledge of everything
is impossibly being
Philosopher's and Bofins
With great minds within
Know not all
The mind is too small
We know what we're told
And your never too old
For more info to sink in
Always constantly thinking
But the mind isn't big enough
To take in all that stuff
To inform you I regret
What we learn we forget
Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away,
As bygone days once promised to stay.
Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost,
The spectacle may ultimately end in dismay.
Mist might mask vision, obscuring the sight;
The breeze might flow over, revealing delight.
Carrying echoes all the way to eternity,
Shade takes over, preceding the light.
Birds gather in spring as berries appear;
The optimistic tree devours days of cheer.
It might be the last spring; end days are near;
Perhaps leaves will cast off another year.
Fragile they are, fleeting days of laughter,
Draining into oblivion impossibly faster.
Meticulous attempt to lock happiness forever,
It slipped from my hold as I clenched tighter.
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