hydro electric generater
and creeks or Krik as
my wife would say.
I thought it novel
keen
and smart
some sort of
astute
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when love is
the goal
togetherness is
the objective
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love is
purely an agreement
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the stones where marbled
from whatever there creation
made them of
layers and layers
of beautiful
stones
colors and types
to be adorn
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As the music slips away
past melodies,
the crowds disperse
sliding into long exit lines,
lingering on hummed memories,
layered in echoes of concepts
still longing
to fool us again.
I'm not sure if pride matters
anymore as we pick away
at the pieces
piled in last-in
last-out stacks,
in the undertow
dragging at the depths,
tugging loose the scores
and scripts embedded
in layers of mud
on the seabed.
as nature gathers
layers of quiet,
the heart is mended
by Your compassion
tangled
ensnared by doubt
trussed in hesitation
we add layered complexity
baffling
plain truth
simplicity
when clarity takes hold
it peels away layers to reach
the pith
Her every thought and act
Lining in parchment of doubt and fear
Giftwrapped in glitter and illusion
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Coming back to recapture and constitute whys,
To understand our train of thought, the path we seek with our eyes,
The external influence that suggests and surrounds,
Take it all away and what have you found,
Lay your heart bare and what do you see,
Under all the layers of your reasoning,
What you grip onto so tightly in order to let go,
Take it all away for a moment and reevaluate your soul,
What pain pushed you and prodded you to run into your ways,
What traumas made you run away from your pain,
Take away your fix it mentality because control is not in your hands,
Lay it down at the alter and give it away again,
Give and love freely without control and confined,
Stop trying to conform yourself to free your own eyes,
Love the freedom to love...love the freedom to give,
Stop putting rules on your freedom to live,
J-ackets
E-nfold
M-emories,
F-itting
A-spirations
B-eyond
R-outine—
E-ach
G-arment
A-s
S-ignature
©bfa061225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Jem O. Fabregas)
Emergence And Layers
Everyone has layers
Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul
Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul
Revealing your core shines light on your soul
Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel
You are known…
Sherry Barton
My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery,
She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures,
In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life,
Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn.
Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth,
Breathing life into this forgotten volume, transforming it into a living symphony,
Her presence, a warm breeze that flips through the dusty pages of my heart,
Each turned page is a dance of the soul towards infinity.
Since she stepped into my world, joy has become my guiding star,
I was lost until I saw the pure light in her clear eyes,
A heart once wrapped in ice now flows like a clear river,
In a universe transformed into paradise, I find my place and purpose.
Listening to the whispers of the heart, a profound lesson full of miracles,
It brings dreams to the surface, where reality and magic intertwine.
Watching a loved one struggle with addiction is heartbreaking,
witnessing a life full of promise languish in the numbness provided
by mind altering substance is difficult enough
but frequently relying on the medical profession to save them
when the break down of the body that comes
with using harmful chemicals surfaces, is excrutiating
and sensing the full possibility of a young life
limited to getting the next drink or hit
is something that can shatter your happiness
if you allow it to become your focus
The way I survive is to look for beauty
in the simple things in life and lean hard
on God, family, and friends because
life is still beautiful underneath the layers of pain
In layers of the unconscious mind,
Where desire and fear are hard to find.
Through symbols and there metaphors,
We seek to find those open doors.
Through corridors of thought, we roam,
Hearts beating like a metronome.
A subconscious dream within a dream,
We search for truth in things we've seen.
The introspection we are searching for,
A message wrote in semaphore.
This message we don't understand.
Whilst dreaming, we're in no-man's-land.
Self-Reflection in the things we seek,
As wild eyes flicker in REM sleep.
We awake within our lucid dream,
To find things aren't quite what they seem.
This false awakening controls.
Whilst sleeping, searching for our soul.
Our soul search late into the night,
We fight our way towards the light.
A cryptic sign which makes no sense,
We wonder, lost in dreams suspense.
In search of truth, we must explore,
A paradox found at every door.
In the labyrinth of our complex mind,
Is a truth one day I hope we'll find.
A dream with secrets hidden deep,
Dreams secrets kept, yet whilst we still sleep.
Life is built in layers:
layers of cells
layers of learning
of garbled words
and bruised steps
wingless flight.
Layers of temporary players
in and out of lives
the mania and bliss of it all.
Layers of depression and prayer
layers of rings like a tree
thick rings of gain thin for loss
drought and rain.
Layers of grief and joy
forgiveness and acceptance
doubt and faith.
Layers of blackness and light
layers of waning flesh and vigorous spirit
layers of hell and heaven
Death rests in layers.
Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
I'm immersed in deep thought pondering circular
shallow things
Our world is a shallow but deep place with many
layered fire rings
Are we in hell dreaming of heaven waiting for a
chance to be redeemed?
Or are we in purgatory purging sins studying life
& its themes?
Wake from the slumber & wipe your eyes to take
control of your lucid dream
See through the translucence to gain clarity & realize
life isn't what it seems
For the rest of my life,
i will ask myself how,
how did you let that little girl down?,
you ruined her life,
tore her apart,
drained all the happiness in her heart,
the sadness is inside of me,
the hatred of my own skin,
where did it come from?,
when did it win?
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