I left the curtains open for you
Just in case you decide to visit
If you ever decide you want to see how things are going,
I left the curtains open for you.
If you ever want to see how far I’ve come since we last spoke
I left the curtains open for you
The curtains are always open
But the window is locked.
And so is the door
I don’t want you to come back in
I didn’t want you to know you were welcome
The curtains are always open
Even though I doubt you’ll ever pass by the window.
Left behind like the wind
May be not too far away
left behind like the wind
Like the moon light shadows me
Everywhere I go
There is a piece of agony
That follows me
Left behind like the wind
A stream that rushes in my body
Not knowing what to do
Fireflies dance in my head
yet no light in my mind
Left behind like the wind
Where the stone is stuck deep inside
Even a single leaf so still, not to move
as the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips
Left behind like the wind
You came into my life
like a hunger I never knew I had,
and somehow
I began craving something
I could never have.
There was something beautiful
about the danger in you,
something I knew
I should stay away from,
yet still found myself
walking closer.
Maybe I saw myself in you.
The darkness,
the loneliness,
the parts we keep hidden
behind a smile.
You were never mine,
but somehow
you left pieces of yourself
inside me.
And now I wonder—
was I drawn to you
because you were different,
or because you carried
the same emptiness
I had been trying to hide?
Maybe some people
are not meant to stay.
Maybe they're only meant
to awaken something in us,
then leave us
to deal with the hunger
they created.
And if that's what you were—
I still don't regret
meeting you.
Anguish is made of thunder today.
Ate me up like an X-ray.
Spit me out like trash you can chew.
Is there anything brains can’t do?
If this poisonous grip could let me go.
I could be a magician, I know.
But antidotes don’t exist these days.
Everything is tied up in delays.
I think my possessions let me behind.
I think it was my old bedroom who signed.
It started when my bedroom got sick of me.
Couldn’t tie me to a tree.
No, it’s never you leaving your stuff back there.
And yeah, I snuck in delusions in my hair.
There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
Judas Iscariot, Brutus, and Cassius are not divine as one slumped over heathen often stressed, nor are they wicked as they have been deemed, under that same heathen who often cracks seeds which are eggs which are buried in the summery earth, the beast of the earth has failed here first, and so we see now that we have left his lie to die, and he injured, morally, spiritually and physically must soon lie, and so his original serpent-eating lie from which the loop so familiar is real, that serpent feeding on itself, was part of his zeal.
As if it never left
And though your love has departed
and drifts further away with the passing years,
in dreams it remains ever close to you—
as if it were never absent.
In dreams, the past returns;
within the embrace of absence,
the heartbeat echoes more powerfully—
love’s most beautiful resonance,
as if it never fell silent.
And if your love should one day return,
changed by the years spent apart,
never speak to it of your dream—
as if it never left.
Dancing blind is what they called us,
we both had two left feet.
I moved on the dance floor,
then she followed me gracefully.
Awkward it became,
as they laughed at us.
We did not care,
as we held each other tight in love.
In love with each other,
in love with the rhythm of the music.
In our last big turn,
our canes showed.
The room went silent,
only the music could be heard.
Now they knew we were blind,
but not by the music or by our feet.
I borrowed an ancient and beautiful name,
To bury my grief in another’s old shame.
For they were promised a dawn to arrive,
While I had to learn how to bleed and survive.
A golden swan carried their love through the skies,
And she chose her true king through the gods in disguise.
A dark game of dice stripped his crown and his land,
And he fled in the forest, letting go of her hand.
Yet a clever second gathering called him from afar,
And love pierced the shadow to find where they were.
This is the story you often heard;
You may know the ending sweetly catered.
Let me tell you the story of mine,
A bitter tale that grief to define.
Damayanti was far too tired to trace
The fading prints of Nala's face.
There was no second swayamvara to rise,
No Damayanti to pierce his disguise.
No chariot returned, no forgiveness was spoken,
Some threads are not tied once the fabric is broken.
The gods didn’t weep, and the world didn’t pause;
We simply became who we never once was.
You have to make that decision
If you go right your future will be bright
And you will reach new heights
In your life you will be a great leader
And with all this racism you will be a great healer
You will never be a cheater
You will always be that great dreamer
And in your self you will be a believer
Eventually you will be a great achiever
If you decide to go left
You will always be tested
Your life everyday will be some how affected
You may be the one that is always suspected
For some reason you may not be felt connected
And you will always will feel neglected
You realize you took the wrong direction
And now you change your mind and pick the right selection
It may take along time
To make that climb
And to stop all the bad crimes
Your heart says you can do it
If you just try to commit
a book left open on the table
holds its breath~
waiting for the reader
to return.
the page doesn’t complain
about being abandoned;
it simply keeps offering
what it has.
Remember why you left, leaving behind what you left behind.
Smoke getting thicker with each passing breath in this line.
Weight becomes heavier, close to crushing one’s chest.
Slowly it happens; time passes with no rest.
Glancing at the clock, screaming, “I got this all wrong.”
Doors close when shut and open once received.
Barefoot is the one who stands on hot coals and refuses to leave.
Stagnant is the one who was given the tools but did not receive.
Washing up like seashells often do upon the shore,
most are similar to another.
But the rare ones are able to whisper unspoken secrets to the waves,
having the sea return answers only an ocean would know.
The constant pull, the true ebb and flow.
The instrumental foundation of lyrics being revealed to the soul.
A frequency within, decoding the heart.
When one track ends, the next track starts.
The key turned in the lock—a familiar sound…
The door sighed… just as we once sighed
Over lines of old and bitter rhymes profound,
So, gift, oh gift this loneliness till dawn’s light,
Love, with verses left unwritten, unbound…
Steps on the stairs like notes—a rise, then fall…
Words, doomed to the page, as if to the block, lie still!
I became the executioner of lines, killing all…
This pain, this bitterness… countless lines to fulfill—
Life, with verses left unwritten, stands tall.
Life, with verses left unwritten, stands tall…
I keep searching for the moment
where I must have gone wrong,
rewinding every conversation
like a song with a missing verse.
I look for a warning sign,
a hidden meaning in your words,
a reason buried somewhere
between the last “goodnight”
and the silence that followed.
But you disappeared
without a storm,
without a goodbye,
without giving my heart
a place to put the questions.
You left me standing
at a door you quietly closed,
holding memories
you were already walking away from.
I wonder if you know
how loud silence can be—
how many times I checked my phone
hoping your name would appear,
hoping an explanation would come
and make the emptiness make sense.
The hardest part wasn’t losing you;
it was losing you without knowing why.
It was realizing I was searching
for answers from someone
who chose not to give them.
Maybe one day I’ll stop asking
what I did to deserve the distance.
Maybe I’ll understand
that some people leave
not because we weren’t enough,
but because they didn’t know how to stay.
Still, I hope you remember me
as someone who cared,
someone who showed up,
someone who deserved
more than a goodbye
that never came.
On the day you left this world,
You took a part of me.
I cried the day of your funeral,
I knew it was good bye.
The world I knew had changed,
I had to learn to live in a new one.
The gentle hand, the heart of love,
The beautiful soul, the steady one.
On the day you left this world,
I had to learn to live with out you,
To go forward from that day.
To carry the love you left behind,
I know I will mourn you till I'm gone.
Mother to lose you had broken me,
A quite devastation of my whole world.
My only champion, now my angel,
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