Let her stay
Let her be the reason you understand why it's important to feel
Bring her flowers, set of all, not just the roses
Charmers and dandies are plenty but please, listen to her prose
Your sad juncture and her healing virtue
The wind will wither away, along with the bruises, the dust and hay
Sit by her side as she listens to her favourite strain
'Light in the dark' phrase would only be so true, had you understood what means to her is just you
When the dullness consumes her, take her out for a walk
Talk it out of her, word-by-word
Let her know you hold her heart
Slowly and carefully, and with love
You let her in and now her home is your house
Your gardens are her solace and your heart is forever safe and sound.
we are meant for meaning
the stars that scatter the skies
are not an empty existence
they plead for significance
demand some purpose
therein we are
far from the Crown of Creation
fallible as such
a nucleus in search of
my only desire at this juncture
contemplate the heavens above
and be found worthy of this gift
Oregon 9/9/26
Existence’s fragile strings fray, unravel,
Just like seconds spinning frantically on a tarnished clock.
Until clogs overwhelm and overheat,
Gearboxes grind to a halt.
Suspension of time.
Desperation sets in.
A race to permanently remain in stasis ensues.
Breathe. Calm down.
Find your repose.
Survey your frozen surrenderings.
This juncture is not on your side.
An unknown future awaits if you don't find the right building.
Ramshackles span miles upon miles,
All decaying—a stark reminder of what you are vehemently fighting.
The kiss of Death’s cold embrace
will not touch your lover’s lips.
Find Zoltar.
Place your hands upon the frost-tipped crystal ball.
Shatter any remaining cracks.
Dig deep into a pulsating pool of memories.
Remember the differences between the buildings.
Zoltar hides in the shack that lies beyond the shadows.
There is a knotted handle made of human bone.
Enter the sinister establishment.
Feed the insatiable figure your soul.
Open the portal.
Place your hands on the gelid orb.
Pulverised,
Stagnating time’s equilibrium—infinitely.
at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
Birthday candles flash,
smiling face sparkles.
Life’s happy juncture
sequined sheen defines.
Framed ornate future
trapped in dream tableau.
Once the Mount Everest came in mental confusion,
Known to be the tallest among all the grounded population.
Though it got the direct sun rays as part of universal action,
But why was it still an icecold place with silent isolation?
The Sun was smiling with warm gesture to answer the immovable structure,
Ask the cold desert winds it is not my fault to leave you trembling in cold winters.
The wind with a soothing touch to this snowy peak asked not to block its way in this juncture,
Sorry dear wind ,I fail to move a millionth of an inch to pursue the divine doctrine of this beautiful nature.
Let us smile one last time
As the end of us comes through.
I remained in my world,
And you in yours
Because for you
We are not equal.
Never can be.
It may take centuries to understand
That our minds carry equal weight,
Equal strength.
“My life is beneath yours.”
No, not at all.
“Your thinking is superior to mine.”
No, not at all.
I think as independently as water
Restless, shaping stone.
Why are we trapped
In this artificial world of dependency?
Weariness entered my life.
Wrinkles carved into my muscles.
My thoughts grew tired
This togetherness
That kept taxing my mind
Day after day.
One day I became sand,
Moving from dune to dune
Yet dependent on the wind
To carry me.
Isn’t that so?
Where is my space?
A free will like an asteroid
Yet still pulled
By some unseen gravity
Somewhere.
Life paused at this juncture.
So I disappeared
Or ran for a hundred years
Seeking an equal soul.
At this critical juncture in our history
when flooded by so much misinformation and
slanted news…
It’s time to revisit an African proverb…
Please think about these words as you peruse….
Love truth…even if it hurts you,
Hate lies…eve in they help you.
It’s in the rites of passage
That we learn from
It’s in the rites of passage
That we grow
It’s in the rites of passage
That our soul becomes our own
I remember a time when life was innocent
Where we all got on and life was pure
But as the years passed by I soon realised
That life was what I had to endure
It’s in the rites of passage
That we learn from
It’s in the rites of passage
That we grow
It’s in the rites of passage
That our soul becomes our own
At this juncture in my life
I can’t help but look back
Wondering if the Whys and Wherefore
Were worth the payback
Living with never ending questions
Whirring in my brain
Knowing the answers to these questions
Were impossible to obtain
Learning through every hardship
Losing battles but not the war
And many times I’m left broken
And crying ‘what was it all for?’
It’s in the rites of passage …….
Imponderably God communicates.' How blind are you world.? Returns to me the silence of the graves for it is deaf the world.' I watch a dog stretch in sleep.' Is
That reflective of eternal life? Or promise?
Motion in an animal.? lesser in intellect.' Yet
Partaker..Alive..Drawn from what is perfect.? What is the barrier? Is sin as a
White noise wall.' Blindness overall.? Who
Really sees.? Tell me at what juncture your
Accidents wiill happen.' For eitther good or ill.' Is there in the wind a clapping? Of tin
Sheets? detriitus of the storms' where does
Light travel.? Where does it begin.? Tell me if you know.? I await enlightemnent my desire now abated.' As i consider world values.? And what is immesurably
Over.? Or unnderated.'
Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today
Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say
Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost
Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
I squinted while gazing into the western skies
my attention drawn to banks where willows wept.
Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes,
usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept
just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded
and the reign between sun and moon were traded.
But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
Appearing low across the horizon as if flames of fire
or a canvas where vermillion paint fills every open pore.
Dusk glows with summer heat as shifts of light transpire.
Silently, the sun sinks, and the transfer of rule unfolds.
Trailing behind are gossamer rays of ambers and golds.
I had a little heart attack
It really hurt like hell
Have gone to hearth and home of kin
Untill such time as well
In quiet peace I meditate
On choices I have made
That brought me to this leg of life
A juncture never bade
A good friend on this platform
On comment did forwarn
I wish that I had took to heart(no pun intended)
When he first sound the horn
Instead I thought no never me
No way it could apply
Timothy you tried my friend
On your council I Should have rely
All's not lost Just a major reboot
The doc here says I'll be better than ever
Already I have more energy
Than I can recall whenever
So........ Handle your stress
Your diet address ,check out a doctor Ford Brewer
Unless you want to find yourself
In the midst of a health crisis sewer
All my best,keep me in your prayers
as all of you are in mine
Untill then be smart,and safe
Sage advice may your ears incline
Oh sweet nature !
Beautiful and bright,
Just as the morning sun
Whitened and shinny
the smile of the cloud,
The beauty of thy face
Fresh and gloomy
As a plant
Planted on the river bank
Running through the heart
Just as Car in Motion
Moving from juncture to juncture
The bossom of thy heart,
Best place to be
The smile on thy face drives all sorrow away
The comfort in thy words
The sweetest pleasure
One could feel
The sweetness of honey
Less compared
To the pleasure in thy kiss.
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