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Darling I
Getting tired of crying
It's plain to see
I love you
and you love me
Getting tired of lying
You know you can
You're my woman
and I'm your man
Get it the first time
Cause that's all you
Have
Said it ain't working
When you should've
Said yes we can
Tired of lying
Is there someone
Else
Said it's me and
You
But it's like
I am all by myself
Then there's your
Repetition
I don't know what
You want me to be
Tired of trying
Is it
You or me
Gone then with others
I know there's
Someone else
Said we're through
It ain't true
When there's
Someone else
Tired of waiting
What you gonna do
Consult with others
Suppose to be me and you
Take your leave of me
Go on and leave
Ain't tryna game you
Ain't no tricks up my sleeve
An interesting muse has form,
not a template of something else,
but its own odd shape.
This muse, for the time being,
is sensually curved like a Ruben's nymph.
It has dimples and plump folds
even though it is a phantasmagoria,
a thing of no reason or sense.
After a seemingly unnecessary stanza break
it morphs once more.
Hieronymus Bosch’s long nose
peers out of a whales birthing canal.
A giant turtle holds the whale upwards
toward a crystalline sky.
A chilly sea-song
is sung by an Alaskan mermaid;
she is either a fishy popsicle
or a lady being swallowed by
can of Tuna
depending which side-up the reader reads it.
The shape now falls apart,
becomes a mythological heaven
where the shapeless dance naked;
only their pink toes and
belly-button eyes can be observed
through a pinpoint of perception
but that is more than enough for a short poem.
Eventually, a crunched-up ball of paper
speeds away defying critical analysis
and the objections
of the openly open-mouthed and non-plussed.
Enjambment- they happen -
most now must publicly admit, that if nothing else,
this has a uniquely shaped rear end.
Rock and roll takes its toll
Puts you down the toilet hole
You never make it in the fold
They never want to see your scroll
Calm their fears tickle their ears
Before they give you love and cheers
But you have to buy their beers
Their attention is far too dear.
On the shelf protect yourself
Or you're no good for anyone else
In the heat you'll just melt
In your heart this must be felt.
Too intense advice I lend
Trying too hard makes you pretend
It's all your fault if they don't spin
And listen to what comes out your chin.
Sometimes you just try too hard
To make it happen near and far
In your mind hop in your car
And take drive up to the stars.
Relax relax and stop the boat
You don't change the mess below
Release the catch and what's in tow
For love and life come as a flow.
My first poem after a near fatal car accident...a time to let go.
When all of eight, the sole measure was age
To gauge stature, I scarce could wait to grow
To be ten, get entitled to the rage
Of wearing long trousers deemed nigh high-brow.
When ten, to reach the ripe age of thirteen--
To wear the badge of a teenager’s stance--
Tempestuous age of acne-marked skin,
Angst and (what else?) adolescent romance.
No looking back, head that looked just ahead,
And soon I was eyeing three scores and ten,
Found me on wrong side of my mid life’s dread,
Janus in me tried looking back if can.
That’s what we all are-- never here and now,
In search of a wish tree, Kamdhenu cow!
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Sonnet | 04.02.2026 | age, cow, future, now, past, (wish) tree
Note: Man is a strange animal. When cozy and cool in winter, he dreams of spring and summer. Now when warm enough, he thinks of cool showers of rain. Anywhere but here and now. Kamdhenu (Sanskrit, kaam=wish, desire. dhenu=cow) is the proverbial cow of plenty.
I’ve called out for the moon and the stars that tagged along,
Pleaded with the clouds to guide these arms to where they belong.
The severed sky in these lungs has shed far too many wishes and tears;
Months and moments have made a million mangled hills disappear.
Have the bruised brick roads begun their path?
Or am I just a spinning maniac, wandering like a psychopath,
Ruining rainbows on a rhinestone river,
Storm-bringer from a sea of singers drenched in shivers.
What more can I bleed, when the thorn’s sins are the heaviest walls within me?
Hold no longer, for the fog has nowhere else to be,
While this thunder shall lead
To the sounds that lull me to sleep.
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest
enemy of all
a simple virus
straight out of hell
blows through the crumbling
third world public health infrastructure
living proof of the decline of America
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and
chaos spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent as always
Keep Me... Please
I want you to stay beside me with all that you are, all you were and will ever be,
I know I have said this before, perhaps so many times the words have lost their weight,
but now I say it with whatever is left of me after all that left and never returned,
I am not asking for everything, I don't deserve everything, just something that still smells like you.
I have always believed in you in ways I don't even believe in myself on my hardest days,
not once did doubt ever touch your name inside me, not even in my weakest moments,
my life was simple before, empty, but peaceful in its emptiness like a field without echo,
I didn't know I was already lost inside you before I even knew I was searching for myself.
you were carrying pieces of me I didn't even know were missing or that I was looking for,
my identity, my reality, my truth were resting inside you like they had always been home,
as if I had belonged to that place within you long before I arrived and recognized it,
and look at me smiling while writing this, because everything I am now was born in your hands.
you didn't just love me, you created me, you gave shape to something that didn't know it existed,
you discovered a version of me I was wandering through myself searching for without any map,
everything I am now is yours, it was always yours, yours to keep or leave or break apart,
yours to walk away from when you no longer need it, yours even when I am nothing anymore.
and if I ever become too heavy or perhaps too empty and my presence begins to feel like a burden,
don't hold me by force, don't oblige yourself, just hide me somewhere in you where no one else looks,
give me a small room in your heart, I am not much, I was never too much for anyone to carry,
I will stay there quietly like a memory that aches when remembered but is too precious to be erased.
I will not ask for your time, I will not ask for your touch, I only ask to be allowed to exist somewhere,
anywhere within you, any corner, any forgotten angle where I can remain without taking too much space,
because even when I am not in your arms I am still yours in every single breath that I take,
and the walls of this invisible castle keep growing around your name that will never cease to be sacred.
*keep me... please.*
just in case
ever comes
a day they
decide to
warm up
the cold
war for
that's
what
it
seems so
today for
i'm practicing
retirement in
preparation
last night i
stayed up
as late as
i liked
having
in mind to not
set an alarm
clock just
wake when
it felt like
it's time
never
mind
ing
to
call the first
food i put in
my mouth
breakfast or
dinner but just
enter the
kitchen
and hey
maybe i
still left
nachos right
by the book
and beer i
was consuming
last night or
should i say
this morning
for now fair
warning
time
according to the
handbook has
been always
mistaken or
took out of
context and
since the
text that's
next to the
nachos
is about the space
time continuum and
multidimensional
multiverses i'm
starting to think
that the salsa
might still be
hot though
tasting mild
and the cheese
still melted and then
oops there it is as
i meld into the chair
but not the same chair
that was there because
that chair was somewhere
else earlier and now is...
well it just was...
now but... now it's
then...
so at some point
in time all be it
a pin hole i've
already retired
they've already fired
and used the nukes
but i'm wearing
a t-shirt that
reads: YOU
LOOK LIKE
I
NEED
A DRINK
Form:
Happy solitude
Happiness and loneliness, can these two things be friends?
Is loneliness happy? Can life be alone in happiness?
Wonderful world is the happiness and loneliness
Happiness does not live in me if loneliness does not embrace me
Loneliness cannot live in me, restlessness calls it into me
Restless loneliness, restless loneliness
Happiness is solitude, together a wonderful world
It’s good to live like this, pure life, no servitude
I live alone, it's good for me, loneliness doesn't last
I walk in forests and fields, I take pictures of solitude
Loneliness, loneliness, restless clean world, attitude
How could one live differently? The partner kills, certitude
Restless loneliness, restless loneliness, actuality
Happiness is solitude, a wonderful world
It’s good to live like this, pure life, no servitude
Loneliness calls, a vortex, a fall, another world
I walk there, the ray of light reaches everywhere, a world of mirrors
Oh, loneliness! I love you! I don't need anyone else! Only you, only you!
How could I live otherwise? Without you?? You are the real-life partner!
You are the perfection, truth, life, reality, dream. The solitude
Restless loneliness, restless loneliness, restless solitude
Restless loneliness moves inside me forever, it will be solitude
Happiness is solitude, a wonderful world!
It’s good to live like this. Hopeful life! No servitude
Do you need run behind my cart while I
Move all to someone else who's crying out
For someone else upon another quest?
Do you need knock upon my door as I
Sleep outside someone's door who's
breaking down
Another's door who walks another road?
Do you need call upon my name while I
Sing someone serenade that stays awake
For someone else that sold his heart away?
Do you need fall before my feet while I
Lick dust on someone's feet that's eating
dust
For someone else that does not seem to
see?
Do you need strive for this worn heart as I
Fight hard for someone's heart that's
bleeding dry
For someone else that craves another
heart?
Do you need play the fool for me while I
Lose sense for someone new an imbecile
For someone rude that is another's fool?
Do you need waste away for me or I
Waste time and space for her or she waste
love
For him who whips ahead this vicious loop?