A small warmth
rises beneath thought~
a single beam
finding its way
through mist.
A leaf shifts.
No wind.
Only the air
leaning.
You step.
The path
brightens
by one shade.
She's a superposition
of a tiger and a cat
Open the box, with permission
Still won't know where she's at.
Can't decohere a wave.
Can't tell her to behave.
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It really isn't fair.
(bridge)
I tried to use logic
No clean line to pursue
Every glance became a question
Learn an answer, lose a clue.
(chorus)
She’s my quantum woman
A personality distribution
What she's thinking is insane
I'm only certain of her name.
She takes every possible pathway
Some cancel, some align
Interference in my brain waves
Complicates my mind
We’re telepathically entangled
What she knows, I feel it too
But the moment that I measure
Something can't be true.
I've tried intuition
I've tried tea leaves too
I have a sense of mission
To know who I'm married to.
The social worker said forget it
She's still your better half
Quantum theory drives men crazy
Only a genius can do the math.
Oh how I wish I had peace
A touch of love, a touch of joy at least
A mother’s embrace could make a love spring
A father’s affection could make a joy sing
What is in me that does not die ?
Where is the love that never cries ?
I long for a whisper, from deep in my heart
From where all love comes, and none is apart
This voice is within me, I know this to be
I think I can hear it, I think I can see
Childhood dreams and big ambitions.
Actually did grow up & became a pilot.
Absolutely knew it all along.
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AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Suddenly, it hit me.
When those guys I said I had the most intense feelings for and called it love
That wasn't love.
That was my nervous system
Screaming at me to choose something different
Those loves were never lost because
They left my nervous system a wreck.
It has been years since I've felt anything
Meeting him changed that fate.
I've been here before.
My voice felt small and he took my breath away.
But he was painted so perfect and matched every dr
eam I wished.
My body clung to control
Holding my tongue
His interest wasn't good faith
To him I was a threat.
I responded with the fear before I could see that.
My body remembers the outcomes from the past 2
Sparks that I called love
Were the 2 that hurt the most.
I remember the spark.
This was a warning.
There are times, I wish I were a cat
Sleeping, eating, stretching,
then start over again
but he sees the pain around us
I know he feels our broken hearts
around the loss of our son
He sticks closer these days and
the days that are the hardest, I end
up with a lapful of cat, and a cold nose
on my neck. He's a love,
when we really need it right now
intuition is everything
the trick is to relax
expecting no specific outcome
this is an invitation to spirit
you instantly know without knowing how you know
the teeny hairs on the back of your neck stand up
intuition is everything
Focused and healed the damage parts of me
not concern about how it use to be
long over due to love me for this change
now thought to be out everyone's range
trusted my intuition walk in truth
debunking lies throughout my years of youth
still standing although they wanted me dead
every chance they see me rips minds to shred
got up every fight only left bruised
surprised by my strength looking so confused
as a adult its been the same game right
new people no running no fight no flight
there's no need to announce my protection
its handled many facing conviction
loving myself shouldn't caused this much trouble
perfecting my gifts living in my bubble
Delicious winds blew questions
out of my contemplating hands.
I saw pieces, cloud caught,
sink inside soft, puffy mounds.
Without a why, I cried on
hard but receptive land.
What I sensed my faith knew,
I would never understand.
When feeling partly cloudy
my attitude loses melody.
Opaqueness gathers aerosol
particles of confusion.
Moods must self-forage while
ponderings wander to confer
with logic's billowing haze.
This is ever the system when
intuition shush-whispers truth.
A Whisper—soft—within the Mind—
That no one else perceives—
It taps—like Fingers on the Soul—
And rustles—like the Leaves—
We doubt—it is so delicate—
And Reason—loud and sure—
Yet Wisdom has a quiver—small—
Its Arrows—silent—pure—
Trust not the Thunder of the World—
Nor Voices—sweet with art—
For Truth begins in Footsteps faint—
That echo—through the Heart—
A Candle glows within the Dark—
It waits—though none may see—
Attend the Stillness—heed the Light—
Your Spirit’s Decree—set Free--
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
hatrack stood
empty~
until intuition
draped
its coat
There must be many ways to connect to the Source.
If the ocean is the art of letting go,
why aren’t we all swimming?
Ocean — a museum of love,
where each wave is a painting,
and love flows in every frame.
We are collectors of this water,
each of us carrying a different kind of body within.
Some of us are afraid to expand our own museum.
Afraid to dent the frame, smudge the paint,
tear the canvas, or touch the artifact of our intuition.
We walk carefully, guarding what wants to flow.
We fear walking around with empty containers,
for aliveness demands surrender.
The more awake we become,
the more we resist the tides of change.
If the heart of the ocean is the soul,
then our souls are the nudists —
bare, unguarded, and thirsting for touch.
The more I swim,
the less afraid I am
to let the water reach me.
For the soul’s need —
unconditional love —
is the most natural experience.
The world can see what we carry in our hearts.
To survive here as a clear being,
we must be capable of drinking,
capable of swimming,
capable of change,
and capable of motion.
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
If everything I loved catches fire,
the men I have ever loved
would be cremated for purity's sake.
I was told to listen to the soul
before I expanded it—
to watch the earth, air, fire, water
get agitated.
The sun always works overtime,
as if she turns around the stars
and places the moon
elegantly into spaceships.
At some point, I was afraid to look up,
until I discovered
that the universe is one big intuition.
I am harassed by love.
I move in and out of it,
just to keep every lover alive,
just to keep catching their fire.
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
Your gut holds instinct,
It will make you think.
That sinking feeling,
Is revealing something.
Some things are not as they seem,
The gut knows when to intervene.
Coming in between,
What you are seeing,
Truly believing.
Receiving the information,
You have a clearer part to play in.
Within this simulation,
Your tuned to your own station.
You feel the invasion,
Embrace the sensation.
Meet the vibration,
To see truth or manipulation.
Instinct saves you from extinction,
So what is your gut thinking.
your intuition is a message
sent by spirit
to save you time and anguish
and sometimes to keep you safe
and save your life
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