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listen as you hear the fear
to late now to shed a tear
the sound of a heart racing
the sound of feet pacing
the thoughts in the mind of a witness
the looks of deception this i guess
should we ignore vanity and gain
could we be forgiven if this caused pain
listen and then believe
that a wire tap is placed up your sleeve
suits all the same shades greys and blacks
my eyes are wide i see only shoes and slacks
maybe it's over i'm not needed anymore
my face is now pointed at the floor
who are these guys here in conference
i know to be alive depends on my silence
to shed yourself of loyalty or to be caged
how long to be quiet how long to be outraged
the wiser the guy the emptier the sob
these are the results of being a witness for the mob
Written March 3rd 1999 by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
3613 w. bay ave. Tampa Florida
"Te recuerdo como eras en el ultimo otono..."
(I remember how you were in the last autumn.)
---- Pablo Neruda
Dawn seems much later --
the nights much longer
than they used to be...
I am achier, and morning light
comes tardy. Our cats and I
are in the house and you, alas,
are not. Missing you,
they mourn, like me,
your touch, your voice,
lightning looks you aimed our way.
The house, the town, the world --
life itself -- are emptier, lacking
your zest, the flavor of your presence --
your voice, your smell, the looks
in your shining eyes. We will go on,
although in ways much changed:
without your laugh, your sneer,
flashes of your ire and then
regretful, rapid calming.
We do, and will, still remember,
these cats, and I, and
we will not forget.
No. How could we?
The void you left
will not be filled and
we will not, will not,
will not forget.
The wind howls to me.
It was 9:03.
I could hear thunder.
I don’t want anything to hide under.
I don’t want to avoid the thrill.
The sky has its own twisted will.
I wish I was able to hold an empty glass.
So it can crack and shatter all over the grass.
This day of harsh weather.
Pulls at reality’s tether.
They lost what they lost.
Insurance couldn’t cover the cost.
The town is a little emptier.
They said they’d rebuild in September.
My old barn will be demolished.
This empty barn with no light switch.
This old, haunted place.
This old, worn space.
When the workers came.
They tore through my shame.
This place which was my home for 100 years.
This place where I scared teenagers.
Storms are deadly, storms can cause harm.
But for me, it was a way off this abandoned farm.
I stare into the void of glowing screens,
A modern-day oracle, my silent confidante.
How did life lead me to this pixelated precipice?
A chasm waiting to be bridged by strangers' stories.
The hum of algorithms weaves a tapestry,
Threads of lives unraveling, intertwining.
Wars rage beyond the glass, bloodshed unseen,
Yet here I am, eyes fixed on the luminous abyss.
Digits dance, mocking my inertia,
Their binary whispers a curse upon my mind.
I neglect the tangible, the touch of sun-warmed skin,
Trading it for the cool glow of virtual existence.
Forever waiting, forever scrolling,
I seek solace in the electric hum of connection.
But oh, the irony—the more I consume,
The emptier this lifeless screen becomes.
Give me flesh, give me laughter,
Not just pixels and phantom notifications.
Let me break free from this digital echo,
And find meaning in the warmth of shared moments.
Realization
Fear is cancer’s preservative,
As Embalming fluid to the living.
And you, oh accuser,
Are fear’s embalming salesman.
You are a snake,
Paradox bound.
Wrapped around the rod that binds you,
Depraved.
Attempting to free itself from its own fault.
Deceiving and deluding all who come near,
Nothing but a false symbol of repose.
Biding its time until the sirens sound.
Grace
I don’t need to focus on death,
Studying it and its slow progression.
Its course is clear already,
But when death is circling close.
That is when redemption finally feels closer,
That’s when Jesus’s glory steps in.
It is a mighty rushing wind,
Quick and frightening
Ever so fierce to eradicate,
The sickness of chains ever going.
I want to be watching for that glory,
To set my boy free from this purgatory.
Resolution
So here we are,
The air is emptier without his laugh.
But yet our hearts are full,
Though, with a different drink.
Now this ride that I was on is now silent,
So we sit here in this new silence.
And long for the music to start again,
And for the disc to spin again.
Even if it means going round and round for years,
At least I would be moving.
And he would be laughing in heaven,
But in this space.
His silence is because he is drawing his breathe,
And now I know love.
Empty and full, all in one moment.
Just say no to sunshine
Trying to penetrate your dark doom
Wrap your black cloud around its fire
Smoother it in your tears, in your grief
In your past trauma
Feel it struggle in your stranglehold
Feel its energy released, drained,
Spent in your grasp
As happiness gasps dying
Drooping, whithering away
Should it rise again to sear your darkness
Murder it
You're so good at feeling hopeless
Why try to feel anything but
Slay it again and again
Every time it swells up in you
Tempts you to believe that it will last
It will stay, it will dwell deep in your heart
Forever
Convincing you with slippery slick sly serpent tongue
To let the big lie slide inside you (again)
Where you tend it, hydrate it, and grow it
Until its even bigger than before
(Really)
Yeah... and you let it fill you up
Lift you
Thrust you gravity free
Ride that rocket to dizzying, breathtaking
Earth shattering heights
From which you know you'll be
Shot down like a rainbow
Stretched over the sky
In a spectacular, sparkling, dizzying
Exploding array of glittering joy
Spritzing the heavens, drizzling down
Coating your heart with sweet, warm
Delicious love
Only to have that scorching light
That blasted you full
Retreat from the depths of your darkness
And leave you emptier than before
Sighing with despair
F___ sunshine
The fire is blazing behind the hill and the animals are running wild in the street pushing the traffic in another direction.
Clouds of dust emerge from the sky sending particles flying in the air, landing on roof tops and engulfing the entire avenue, while the village people looked on with curiosity as the fire burn deep into their dignity.
Screams and shouts bellow from the village floor and you can hear the banging on the doors, the cry for help sound the alarm but soon or later the voice gets softer, and the sound fades and death takes the body away.
The fire continues to rage in the hills, melting everything in its path, pulling down powerline and trapping the canine its it kennels. It had nowhere to go, and the fire penetrates it from the head and in five second the dog was dead.
What curse lies in the village gate, what curse the ancestors have made, they are coming to life again and you must meet them on the other side.
The evening’s gets blacker, and the village gets emptier, and the people kept moving away from the disastrous place with salvage bundles on their head; everyone moves about in frenzy without a proper destination.
The exodus moves to the west and another group moves to the south and the exodus began to shout and the bucket is full to the brim. No water in the stream to water the northern dreams. No water in the fountain to water the Nothern mountain but they journey on, and destiny leads them on.
The thick black smoke ran a marathon up the hill burning everything and took down the entire village: I could feel the heat inside as it drew close to my side.
The fire is burning in my soul and my spirit is out of control. A spark of hope fell in the grass and sets my mind on fire, water could not put it out, but love watches it smolder to the ground and destiny held it in place to win the final big race.
The fire inside my heart continues to burn and the fire in my mind continues to ignite the entire town, the call came just in time and destiny brought us together.
Preface: I went to visit my parents grave this fall on a Sunday morning. They share a grave site with individual markers. In the first O on each Johnson there was a pool of water. No where else on the markers was there water. Other O's the same size, nothing. Coincidence?
When emptiness gets emptier, nobody wants to know.
The grave stones speak in silent tones.
The grass continues to grow.
As season's change, it get's more strange.
The cold air blows the winter snows.
The pools of life begin to freeze.
While we await a warm spring breeze.
The secret message in Autumn's morn.
Spoke to my heart and left me torn.
Why is the language in coded script.
Two pools of love left on the crypt.
There's not a need to wonder more.
To know the why or the what for.
It's just enough to prove it's real.
A silence of a dead bells peal.
For D. I love you, my dear friend. I will miss you when you return to Heaven.
To breathe the divine in everything
By Michelle Morris
07/03/2026
We speak once a week
I'm there to be a friend
A listening ear and confidante
Someone to help you mend
You've suffered too many losses
Buried loved ones too many times
Your world has felt ever emptier
You're questioning the reasons why
For you it's been a long road
A life lived fully and without regrets
You've overcome your fears
You've learned and you've passed your tests
But your quests are getting shorter
The last one is on its way
Death is getting closer
He's about to take you away
I do not bear Him malice
He's not a force that I fear
He plays a vital role for us
Even if He leaves us tears
Death is part of Life for all
Every living thing must die
The important thing to remember
Is that we live fully and learn to fly
So that our souls are elevated
So that our hearts are free
So that we learn to love it all
So that we enjoy emotions real
And no matter what the distance
No matter the journey or the time
I'll be your friend here or in Heaven
I'll let you go and treat Death kindly
It doesn't mean that I won't miss you
It goes without saying that I hold you dear
But I know your body needs to rest
And your soul needs to feel its air
To breathe the divine in everything
That Universe's breath that we know
I hope you enjoy every moment
When we on earth have to let you go
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Don’t ever thing about the future
Don’t ever think you can control her
Because it’s all so ephemeral
Every plan simply conjectural
Today it might seem plausable
It feels like every dream could become possible
But then it all shifts
In a matter of minutes
You’re world gets turned upside down
You no longer recognize this town
It was suppose to be home
Now it all just feels so I known
Because promises were broken
Plans left unfulfilled
You don’t even know him
But you trusted him still
To be different from the rest
To give you his best
But just like the ones who came before
He promised it all and then got bored
He seemed like the exception
In hindsight it was mere deception
Even as he opens each door
Lead you across each floor
Kissed you at the red light
Not wanting to leave ,spending the night
Talking to your father and winning your mothers heart
Just to tear all that we’ve built apart
Just to leave you’re bed feeling emptier than before
Just to leave you wanting it to have been more
Because how could he have been all you’ve ever wanted before
And just leave you longing at the front door
It’s still open
Even with my heart broken
I know he wouldn’t even have to apologize
For me to once again stare lovingly into his eyes
I need to learn when to leave to let go
But how am I supposed to let him borrow
My heart and take it back when he is done
When I’ve only ever learnt to gift it to everyone
Regardless of the scars and hurt I feel
I still hope and pray this time it’s real
But it’s never been anything but lies
And somehow it still comes as a surprise
When my highest hopes leave me disappointed
Heartbroken and longing I always end up getting appointed
I really hoped this would be different and that you would be too
I should’ve known to never plan a future and picture you