casting in high arcs
pretty young things line the banks
casseroles for bait
MOTHERS LIFELINE
They think I'm taking it well, but the truth is it hurts.
How many times will I grieve you? This isn't even the first.
You spent years on life support. My voice was the plug.
Every day, I spent screaming over you, trying to wake you up.
You thought I was mad? I'd just had enough.
But it was never anger. It was passionate love,
from a daughter who didn't want to give you up.
This grief they feel, I've felt for most of my life.
So I just thank God, you were sober when you died.
— Kristen Roddy (brooke), Aug 08, 2026
?Something's burning in my chest
?Like a river of fiery larva
?It's the ocean of savaging doubts
?A faltering in which my thoughts dwell
?
?My bed is a deck of remembrance
?My heart, a wave of many memories
?Lost in the storms of what could've been
?Left with the choice of what's to come
?
?A fragile heart, a heavy soul
?Weighed down by the weight of vice
?The fire burns, the flames rise high
?A reflection of blood shed by my soul
?
?The ghosts of good old past
?Haunt me, with forever to stay
?I seek a glimmer, a thin bit of hope
?Even a strength of many coalitions
?
?I'm searching for a lifeline
?A beacon in the dark
?A guide against my raging err
?A command of peace to my troubled waters
We were both operating together,
vibrating at an oscillating frequency -
short-band radio signals reaching
no greater than brief steps away.
It was love, but it was also that infinitesimally
narrow gap between heaven and hell.
A bulbous red on/off button,
the size of a large tomato or small planet,
kept our brains alert
to any nuclear explosions
that might otherwise have destroyed
those thin strings of real intimacy we could
have accidently blundered into.
In the end, slips of the tongue
led to neither truth nor lies,
only figures of speech.
Friends and on-lookers
watched as we turned off
all the early warning signs, one by one -
then to no one's great surprise,
we were done.
Before the void happened to me,
you happened, or more precisely your voice
came across oceans
—Fate was feeling kind that day, I imagine,
with your voice she weaved
a lifeline, pulled me back
across black water—
You happened, and the void,
while still there, doesn’t pull anymore.
The murk can no longer devour
when you are twilight, a
soft-lit haven against nihility.
In the lone, moonless night, a polaris—
I reach out with both arms
and no passage plan
—You’d take my hands, wouldn’t you?
Before the void took mine,
I found you.
A confluence formed by the little creeks
Like serpentine, it takes myriad twirls
Leaping down as cascade from the high peaks
Reaches the barren plains as rolling pearls
Flows with mesmerizing voices of lilt
Phosphorous lather as floating white clouds
Settles at the foot of hills with fine silt
Becomes a lifeline and the gift of crowds
Reflective brow of the crystalline lake
Shoots the image of lunar during night
Mistaken for a ripe fruit by the drake
Aims to slither towards it for a bite
When a man
has nothing
The easiest thing to sell him
— is a dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Look in the sky where the sun
shining like light, feel this light.
It is that light which is your eye power
without light, you are like only a blind man.
life also has a light
which helps us see our right way of life.
Feel that light which was very bright,
follow the rays of the light,
The light has a name in the mind,
which is love but not without a lifeline.
do you feel your heartbeats
it is the sound of your lifetime,
if I am a heart and you are my beats
the oxygen is our love listen to them, please.
the way of my life is that love
which is the light of a life street,
but in the street introduced with darkness
which is part of that street,
that's part of the street ugly than bright
but it is important and it is a failure.
love and success are beautiful,
because it was compared with the light.
without comparing nothing is too beautiful
because every good site has an opposite side,
so grow up like that rights
you are the moon, you are the sunlight
A father
Once a son.
A son
Will become a father,
Time makes the difference.
A mother
Once a daughter.
A daughter
Will become a mother
Time makes the difference.
Father's ignite
The pathway.
Courage and belief
Their messages.
Fearlessly facing
Adversity until they die,
Leaving a legacy for us to follow.
Mother's teaching
Love and patience.
Always showing
Compassion,
Amidst disorder.
Paving paths
For us to thrive and grow.
Children
Upgrading
The family timeline
According to instructions
Maintaining
The family lineage
For regeneration of purpose.
Parents
Our guides.
Leading us
Through,
Thick and Thin
Dark and light
Rainy and Sunny
Until we arrive at our destination.
Ephesians 6:1-4
Children
Obey your parents,
The right thing to do.
Blessings are attained,
Prosperity and longevity.
Parents
Provoke not
Your children,
Anger spoil things.
Show them
The way to go
Enlightenment over punishment.
I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe
Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe
In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song,
life long
You and I, came back for the guy, who, burnt the face, the funeral, encased, and Nirvana...ahem...
The river Volga, still existing, meandering and... perhaps a misfit reason, had a tectonic mayhem
And the poet boat boasted there, "I!"
"Did you see me! I took the one, less travelled by!"
8:34 AM
August 15, 2024
A whispered word in the silence of dread
A deep, dark tunnel with Light up ahead ...
A bright ray of sunshine in storm filled skies ...
A promised return when saying goodbye ...
A kind smile on the face of sincere friends ...
Forgiveness from one you deeply offend ...
A newborns sweet cry after death sneaks by ...
And failure that leads to just one more try.
Hope is a lifeline that we all must seek ...
When fears are real and bodies are weak.
Hope gives us that fervent life breathing spark ...
To the dying embers of our cold hearts.
An unearned love after meeting hatred ...
Kindness given, when so much was taken ...
Feeling worthy despite of who we are ...
Salvation found by following a star.
Hope Is healing and hope gives us great strength ...
To keep trying no matter what they think.
Hope is a mighty power all its own ...
So when we have it, we must make it known.
We're all young until we look in the mirror
The lines on our faces longer, wiser
To think to us we have so much time
Our youth stolen by a lie, it feels like a crime,
I'm only twenty-six, I'm only young,
But to the youth we're much older to some,
What has become of us,
As holidays pass by,
as fast as I blink another flies
Your only young you have so much time,
But when I look in the mirror,
I don't shine, I don't glow,
I don't smile, I only cry,
I watch the mirror as my life flashes before my eyes,
And then I'm older, creases under my eyes,
Did I live a worthy life,
Who is it to truly decide,
Until my last breath,
When I finally close my eyes,
No more mirrors,
No more life lines,
Just darkness in a coffin,
Hoping the living remembers my demise
To love and live as we watch past time life isn't long it's just a saying,
Just as much as this,
Just looking in mirrors, watching everything drift by.
This is the luckiest fountain pen That tongue makes me to pass the exam. This is the valuable double degree That coney catcher provides me to get a nice job. This is the famous multinational company. That ladder pays me a good pay. This is the valuable income. That lifeline drives me to run the family. This is the faithful family
That tree produces me more pleasure This is the lovely house That castle is built by my family's support.
Likewise ,this is the fantastic home
That class room teaches living together.
My metaphorical life
I serve it on a platter, and
gracefully...
Youth is a
visible comet that further
than quickly passes....
And life only exists
for those who live it
and feel...!
so it doesn't pass...
In life... !
Blood no longer flows
Through the stented arteries
Pacemaker discharging
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