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Warm Autumn Into Windy Night

It is late September again.
Under a warming sun, your hand holds my hand.
Now the horizon sits – a silent spectator.
When gently huffs the wind,
twilight cascades upon my skin.
We lay in misty vapor from 
dusk’s bursting promise
as ink paints a panorama of primrose.

As luminous streams of stars 
paint my poetic sky,
stirring my moon-swept soul,
soft fire is

Pain Into A Purpose

My pains can be turned into a purpose
My name not for fame
A purpose shall be
Like a tall giant growing tree.

Through sorrows and Prayers
The layers of tears
Some miserable years
The lies that came abroad
My purpose will be fulfilled.

Amen and Amen and AMEN.

Between the silent waves of time, I dive into a sea of dreams

Between the silent waves of time, I dive into a sea of dreams,
where the sensations of being are like drops scattered in the vastness of water.
In each drop of pain, I find a warm image, a balm for the soul,
an infinite bath that embraces the whole, soothing with its gentle touch.
Pain, like a shadow dancing

CHUMKEE HAS DRIFTED INTO SLEEP TONIGHT

Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.

The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.

Dreams weave quietly in

I am alone, with silence biting deep into my bones

I am alone, with silence biting deep into my bones,
It's not pure quiet, but a sharp stir, a void that gnaws at me,
It digs a dwelling in the marrow of my being, and I wonder,
Am I condemned to walk forever on dark paths,
With darkness as my only companion, an echo in the night?
The future flickers,

NO FEAR OF THREATS FROM ILLIGAL IMMIGRANTS HACKING INTO OUTDATED DEACTIVATED GOVERMENT CARDS SYSTEMS

MY IDENTITY THIEVES JAMAICAN TALIBAN STALKERS STALKING US  ATTEMPTED TO STEAL MY HUSBANDS VALOR BY ACTUALLY BREAKING INTO OUR HOME GOING OVER OUR DAILY PLANNERS CALENDARS TO MONITOR OUR DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS PHARMACY GROCERY WHEN EVER WE LEAVE THE HOME SO THEY KNOW JUST HOW LONG THEY HAVE FOR THIS HIEST UPON US THIS HIEST

I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world

I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world,
Too shy to complain about something, to express my dissatisfaction,
So sensitive that their words become burdens heavy to carry,
Too emotional to handle the turmoil that haunts my heart.
I am chaos, a strange one, always known as being unknown,
Silence and time spent alone are often

Into the unknown

Watching the sunrise is a daily routine
Sleep is just an idea....an ignored dream
Pushing these vessels to a limit most couldn't fathom
Try to find a reason to it 
and legit just don't have one.
love the night like the stars are a part of my soul
been chasing something my entire life,
 something completely unknown
Numb to the reality
that

To the one who stole my heart, and then stomped it into the ground

It's real nice 
 how you could just cut me out your life 
 like I never meant  
like I was just some random basic B*ch  
Got me holding onto faith 
even though it's been right in my face 
 that this has been just a fckng game 
 That you've constantly continued

LOOK INTO A PERSON'S HEART

For over thirty years I taught students with Autism.
Students with Autism is the term that I prefer
because as I got to know them I realized their Autism 
was only part of who they were.

Teaching students with Autism
helped me see the world and the people in it differently
It is one of the many lessons my students

Tonight into the Mourning 3

Without food 
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document 
So must I

The forager 
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat 

My headaches not for information

This and this alone
Finds the civilized item
Creating civilizations

Spaceman
Sour Apple Ice

A hand me down
From a news friend 
On our street

Whom possessed the capacity
Of a bad gateway?


A spacemare lands her bright
Simplicity and

Folding Time into Origami Blooms

here I stand waiting
balanced on the edge of time
past draped at my back
the future creases forward
a bloom yet to be folded

creases cross the sheet
the past bends, then re-creases
future folds to match
both entwine though never meet
a puzzle time enlightens

like petals rising
origami takes its form
each wedge takes its place
a flower blooms in the room
unfurling in happenstance

paper remembers
each

Walk Into The Light

Walk into the Light 
Beginning with the eye:
One like a needle has,
And pierce into your mind.

Enter the Source where 
Light produces Light:
Never returning to 
This Darkness left behind.

Walk into the Light.

In the garden where morality is a shadow spinning into nothingness

In the garden where morality is a shadow spinning into nothingness,
two bodies touch like shadows fading into the smoke of dusk,
it's not love, just an echo of another touch, a pulse in the unnatural,
we are strangers meeting and parting on a stage of forgetfulness.
And your eyes are deep lakes, reflecting no hope,
only empty desires seeking

leaning into the darkness of the night

leaning into the darkness of the night

into the stillness of the leaves, leaning, into
                                         

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