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People always say,
Pour your heart out.
Wear your heart on your sleeve.
Give me your heart.
I want to protect my heart,
I don’t want it to pour out or be given away.
A heart on a sleeve is vulnerable
Breakable
Prone to leaking.
It’s easier to stay quiet,
To protect.
Keep your mouth shut so your heart can’t spill out.
But it’s lonely
To have a caged heart and closed mouth.
It’s quiet.
Some days I wish I could pour my heart out.
Be loud,
Be free.
Maybe if I let it all out it would stay out.
Who needs a heart that can hurt you?
Who needs a weakness on their sleeve?
Who needs a heart prone to spilling?
I guess me.
Time tell the truth!
Wounds heal in time
But this time the right time to begin something new
Time travels in labor like a pregnant woman who knew
This was the time to deliver
This time pain wasn't a factor because it was domenished with the thought of being wrong
But this time this time was never too long
Like the cycle of a season or the eclipse of the sun
This time
time has caught up and was never wrong
Time revealed just what was needed to be known
This time the deep impression pressing upon the brain has to be revealed
With skill the time of elevating within a response need to know
Knowing what time had up its sleeve revealed that time tell secrets of time
To understanding the situation
Face the day
Woke up to the thunder clapping,
on the window rain was tapping...
the rain sometimes... reminds...me of you
The crack and flash of lightning,
they put on ...quite a show...
the sky just like your face was grey-blue
Bridge 1
I feel like time's forgotten man,
since you were taken from me,
I don't recognize my eyes, with these new lines,
The mirror can be cruel, and so unkind
Chorus
Now I don't try to face the day,
it's redundant anyway,
this new life's... lost it's shine...
I feel like I have been betrayed,
the way this game of life's been played,
there's no ace, up my sleeve... this time
No more a rat in the rat race,
Only a fool keeps up that pace...
futility stops me before I start
I think back to when you had life,
and time was on our side,
how could we have known, how tenuous life was
Bridge 2
I feel like I'm a rotting man,
since that dreadful day...
I don't recognize my eyes, with these new lines,
The mirror can be cruel, and so unkind
Chorus
Now I don't try to face the day,
it's redundant anyway,
this new life's... lost it's shine...
I feel like I have... been betrayed,
the way this game of life's been played,
there's no ace, up my sleeve... this time
Chorus
Now I don't try to face the day,
it's redundant anyway,
this new life's... lost it's shine...
I feel like I have been betrayed,
the way this game of life's been played,
there's no ace, up my sleeve... this time
Woke up to the thunder clapping,
on the window rain was tapping...
the...
rain ...
sometimes...
reminds...
me ...
of ...
you.
John Derek Hamilton
November 13,2019
My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my moon and my sun
At night, I have no sleep
Since your beautiful body is not there
Mine stayed very cold
In the absence of your warmth
Too far from happiness.
When you leave
I do not sing
I am late
Slow is my stepping
It's death
My thoughts are on you, on you
Everything annoys me under the roof
It's my sun that's not there
It's my moon that slips away
And it's the exodus of my hope
Under the non-starry vault in the evening.
Love, you see
That I love you with passion
You are my treasure, my good
You're the one who gives me the way
To live with the greatest respect
In an atmosphere of love and peace.
Love, when you leave
My pen is weeping
I'm scared, I'm dying
And I drink like a bibulous sleeve.
P.S. Translation of “Amour Quand Tu Pars” by
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © December 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
You don't go looking for a bicycle
And bring home a truck.
Nor looking for soap
A bucket of muck.
If looking for a rose
You bring home a cactus
You might want to ask yourself
"Why must I act thus?"
Love is as particular
As hot, as a lightning strike
It chooses it's path and avoidance
Grounding itself by the path most liked.
Choose not the dressing
Though we wear thoughts on a sleeve
Choose neither the casing
Least time make you leave.
Find those traits
That combine just so
Choosing your battleground
Loneliness, your foe.
When you know what you seek
What you want, what you need
You'll set aside gems
In your search, and be freed.
If looking for a truck
A bike won't make the cut.
A cactus won't become a rose
There's more road, less rut.
I thought love was a commodity
And all love, all fire, the same
Until I knew what I wanted
Only then burst I aflame.
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
It gives me the rest that I need
To keep going, struggling on through
Toward the places I need to go
Work, store and post office
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
It fills me with a deeply felt peace
Toward my heart and spirit’s center
A knowledge that I can think better
Because I have this wonderful repose
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
Without you, I’d be losing my dreams
And I’d never discover the treasure of
Exploring the surface of my brain galore
Where those dreams are always stored
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
I can’t imagine a day passing by me
Without your encouragement to be
A part of my self-esteem and sense
Of purpose, my respite from extremes
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
There is no telling where I would be
If I didn’t know your time-out from
The world that has me going full steam
After the prize of my future things
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
I rub my eyes around dawn and see
The new sun rising across the mountains
And I’m reassured that my dreams weep
With joy that I’ve been given this breather
Mr. Sandman, thank you for sleep
A gentle tug at my sleeve by my canine
And I’m reminded that I have to get up
Do those things that are requirements of
Being a responsible, conscientious adult
Respect is the essence which never fades
Respect is what one needs during the journey
Be respectful of others,
use your conscience, treat them with dignity.
Not everyone has had it easy in life
and from my experience
those who have suffered the most have the most
amazing beautiful fractal heart;
No everyone has it handed to them on a silver plate
some have had to contend with abuse and hate
be gentle when sharing your views with others
yours might have come easy, but theirs were hard earned
Bend the reed but don't break it,
rigidity is for mules not humans ;
Let them feel free to express their beliefs
without being clubbed over the head !
Its easy to have faith when everything is going well
its easy to give up, when everything is not
Be kind to those who wear scars on their sleeve
be good to all, harm none, and most of all
Respect where they are, when it came to survival, they had the gall.
The saga of this brave, courageous land,
A noble tale of ultimate survival,
As simple as a second nature born,
As plain as seasons turning warm from frost,
As sure as changes rule a helpless beast
That learns to rise until it breaks the storm.
Survival’s not for those of brutal strength,
But more so for the agile waking mind,
For stubborn willed to brave the longest haul.
They grab whatever tool is close at hand,
Adapting just to keep the spark alive;
One sees this striking trait from miles away.
With resource found inside a clever sleeve
They live, though tapped water runs dry for long,
And power lines refuse to hold a charge,
The fridge when turns to hollow wooden box,
The dinner spoils in front of famished maws,
And TV box to distant memory.
With meagre means to parse the cause for blame,
Their daily woes have hardened to plain habit.
A million brothers face the self-same plight
Of long, perennial, exhausting lack—
The blockades from a hostile neighbour's hand,
Made harsher by a wild, quixotic head.
‘The isle is poised to fall at any hour,’
Predicts the brash, proudest arrogant foe,
Who little knows the dour, determined mind
That thrives on less and walks the extra mile;
To Trump’s own face, the land’s not prone to fall,
Defying predictions of sudden end.
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Happenings | 01.08.2026 | courage, death, life, survival, Bank Verse
Starts at 0:17
Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile
Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights
Invites one on those moonlight Walks
Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks
Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire
Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber
Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber
Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting
Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas
Will only break a Heart of Glass
Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist
Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion
Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion
Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions
Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote:
Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of ours. I’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’.
But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion.
Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass
From the Summer of Love this snake slithers
Exposes its fangs from a sleeve of gold
Shakes the Venice beaches to the apocalypse of Viet Nam
A song
A poem
Black leather pants wrapped around Apollo
The End
A worldwide revolution lasting 11 minutes 42 seconds
How many tens of millions of people have had their lives changed
For so many decades
By a trance in front of that candle?
When all the tune was ever meant to be
Was a sad brief break up song jotted down beautifully
By a heart sick boy
Who sat homeless on the shore of the Pacific
Beneath a wharf
Smoking grass
Ode to his lost girl Mary Werbelow
I wonder if his later infamous wife Pam
Ever knew all those famous love songs
Engorged by her man’s baritone voice
And lullabied across the first three albums
Were written for Mary?
Perhaps she did
Which may explain her private psychotic insecurity
And his clown-like indifference
And their mutual moonlight drive into madness
I realize this is possibly spoiling yours and my
Image
Of what we’ve loved imagining for all this time
But aren’t we all shadows behind a flame?
Ok
His
A blaze
While most of us just slowly burn
But revolution is a great lie of light
Fills its own crystal sail
Blinds everything in its sight
Born mainly from a young man’s pain
And his scratch on flint of a pen
Scorching a piece of paper
Over a romance that should have ruled a lifetime
But was lost
And he knew it
Let it burn
Became something more
Or someplace less
Nonetheless
Ashes.