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She filled the entire sky.
The fold of clouds evened out.
She smiled regardless of weather.
Her smile peeped through the cracks of closed blinds.
Peeked between open spots of trees.
Her smile bright for all to see.
Highlighting everyone around.
All seamlessly standing still.
It was easy to become lost.
A young woman with rosy cheeks.
At first glance her dimple shown.
The corners of her mouth spread far.
Her perspective of warmth.
A fire resistant to element.
Every branch traced by her essence.
She was free.
Appearing without forecast.
Her intelligence spread far & wide.
No matter the storm she exerted her dominance.
Her smile a halo everlasting.
Yellow and white exuberated by an inspiration of her own.
The news anchor predicted overcast
Still she shone her brightest
The clad ivy charms, warms the walls,
The frontage that welcomes the fold and their outsiders,
Specifying age and strength of delicate beauty,
Which accounts for that non-existent love:
History sides with them, is by their shoes,
Shows no retrogressive signs or playbacks,
For the aestheticism in which they pray and hear,
To live purely and submit to god’s will.
Massive old stones consummate the building,
Mark the sentinels of theology and doctrine,
The concept of god masoned out unchangeable,
Resistant to space and time:
Indestructible by humankind,
Unbreakable and long-lasting,
Toughened by independent and culinary monks,
Near to their hearts quandaries, contemplations;
Their pontifications ring true, bold and sold,
As the solid building structure imposes itself on nature’s garden.
Freelance lawns embrace the abbey,
Set the monks with their own position,
To roam, regenerate, prune and prime,
Sing within the vastness betrothed.
Still they go on in routine and consecration,
Chants, strings and accords of beauty,
Unwilling to journey out with themselves,
Steadfast by blinkers on life’s dynamics and rhyme.
Does god exist here as effectual,
Or is it not just the building and its surroundings?
Setting the seal on their mind thoughts,
Enabling that peace of mind,
Exemplary of that security:
That supreme veto of homelessness and weathering,
Absolute with promise of brotherly abode,
Proficient in giving freedom to make living and home,
As the construction would never make your life for you,
Against your free will, your right and personal pride,
Always proffering your dexterous gestures and movements.
You consume my entire existence,
nobody but us could ever get this
This dimension we've created,
has been nowhere near consistent
together, arm in arm
stepping in & out in an instant
Like for instance,
Our souls be vibing on an unseen plane-
there's no time or distance
At first we were sorta resistant
Not even able to understand
that we were both
so unique & different
Acting so extra
with way too much indifference
But our souls stayed persistent
N our hearts were more than in this
Both still so committed
making this love we've found
feel like an instinct
we'll get to wherever we belong
We waited for oh so long
nothing about what we create is wrong
We just gotta remember to stay strong....
never!, no, not in this life or another
would i feel a pain as deep as love is
as cheap as the word has become here
refrain from , never been a false friend
its decisions on the platter
served by a heart that is noble
Now tell me , do u notice?
do u suppose so
just so, just in case the occasion arises
betrayed oh well, lets face it
never know what the day brings here
speaking on matters concerning the heart
Im concerned but distant distracted
resistant to the feelings of instant gratification
I mention nothing but give everything
Im a waterfall, Im spilling over
chilling with destiny on the rim of a canyon
telling her I cant phantom whys life's so random
it went bad in my past, it still leaves a bad taste in mouth
still affects every decision, every thought, every hope i have still
its a struggle, its a hell of a challenge
how much faith does it take to move a mountain
well i cant count the tears or the chances i been given
been filled with youth, im still young
still filled with loved still
still a seeker of the Truth well
maybe i will find it, maybe i will die young
i'd rather starve then dine on lies and
its okay, its fine girl, im sure u can do better
but better yet, u could do worse to
I know im worser for it
It’s a sad day
when we forget Warriors
who've fought our Wars
a price they'll pay
brought home—changed
the soulful smile you miss
the nightmares you can't fix
chained to what they’ve endured
lingering trauma
what they have espied...
that boy who perished at sea
the soldier felled on the beach
brothers separated onto ships
both only sons of fraughted parents
what broke the heart...
whence the contract procures
is the clash of wills and the turmoil of man
whither they are bound, it guarantees
they’ll part with their
limbs torn
in drowning seas
in roiling crimsoned tides,
in disastrous flights
fallen from smoked skies
from the harshest deserts
of the desert storms
in extreme heated days,
in cold sands at night
in wide open terrain
their landmarks barren
I lift my head as I lay in bed this morn
thru my curved bay window
I peer out from my drowsy squinting eyes
to catch a glimpse of the black bird’s mimicry
he squaws a plaintiff’s alarm song
O low and behold…
I am the only one
parked on the Tuesday side of the street
reckon those came to forget
not one on my block had any memory of it
they aren’t touched as they should be
by simple procedures we must do
to celebrate, honor, or remember
to stand by the land of the free
to respect a marked day
It felt abandoning…
‘the importance’
‘the meaning of this day’
‘what it stands for’
‘what men and women died for’
Today is Veteran’s day
PTSD turns to psychedelic therapy
Promising body of work
Treatment resistant
High in the veteran population
Removing red tape
To research
What was approved,
alters perception
Function
Reset neural connections of brain
The Trauma
Fasttrack it
Stanford’s founding—88% reduction of PTSD
—Dr Vin Gupta
I Am Anaya
November 11, 2025
Veterans Day
I Found A Mile-Long Stick.
And When I Touch It...
The Other End Moves
With Each Shiver.
There And Then.
A Mile Away.
Now Is Now.
-Fast! Not Speedy!-
Just Is.
***
It's Not Resistant
To Struggle...
It's Not Made Of
Connections, Like
Grandma's Whispering
Game... You Recall?
No! It's More Revealing.
It's Not A Stick.
It's Made Of Light.
And It’s More Than A Mile.
It’s Instantaneous...
Distance Maxed.
Not Measurable.
That's How It's
Timeless.
But Our Senses
Feel... Which
Needs:
Propagation!
(According To The Propaganda.)
-Gray Squirrel
08-17-2026
A monumentally tall, flame-resistant tree;
Sequoia can achieve heights of between 150 and 280 feet,
Elevations no other tree can reach.
Qualifying it to be the world’s tallest living organism,
Unparalleled in nature's kingdom.
One of the oldest life forms on the planet
Individual trees are known to be over 3,000 years old,
And it's believed some have lived even longer.
Taller than a 26-story building a
Redwood tree’s girth is what truly makes it a giant.
Expanding to over 35 feet across, its thick trunk is
Encased in a bark up to 3 feet thick!
(Acrostic)
07,18,2019
ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
My cherished one How far will I love you
As far as where moons dissolve in deep seas
Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue
where your breath quickens sails with fevered breeze.
Alone I'll embark to our promised land
across long borders of unending pain
under fading stars above drifting sand
through anchored shadows of persisting rain.
Oh those foreign eyes yet not so distant
Your arms safe harbour of a warm embrace
Two hearts entwine against odds resistant
'Neath plum fog sky my lips outline your face.
Water rises 'tween silent hope and time
But water falls and I will make you mine.
She entertains fantasies
of unicorns and dragons.
And her discerning spirit,
often thinks outside the box.
She is an illusionist,
famed for her vanishing act.
And breaking with tradition,
she chooses how she'll live life.
She weathers stormy outbursts,
resistant to lightning's flame.
And with nothing but a smile,
forms rainbows from drops of rain.
She questions the relevance
of a closed reality.
And seeking enlightenment;
touts spirituality.
The truth forged within her heart,
tests the mettle of your soul.
And seeds of hope germinate,
in the light of her aura.
An inquisitive soul, she
wears innocence as a shawl.
And sparks curiosity,
with her accent of wonder.
"I believe through any trial
there is always a way"
Such profound belief
in powers of love
is hard for my hands
to honestly sing
and not shyly wave away
With integrity of my final
truthful say
But, still
I do silently believe
as polyvagal Health Theorists
systematically play
Through any win/lose
or lose/lose trauma trial
we always do our best
in a more resonant
win/win therapeutic
co-arising way
To both sing and standing dance
our most resiliently harmonic day
To withstand a more resistant
wounded child's lack of nurtured
healthy nature spirited way
to robustly pray
In this
our cooperative
co-invested circle
of soulful gospel
sacred spacetime stay
I believe through alarming
Othering trauma
of disabling marginalization,
criminalization,
commodification,
AnthroSupremacist colonization
Nonviolent multicultural compassion
is always our healthiest
act of win/win co-invested action
loving our wealthiest resonation
Drumming indigenously wise
thrumming interdependent nations
restoring our humming
resilient
EarthJustice folkway.