I wonder how much time I get to be with you
to love to breathe to live with you.
To look into each other’s eyes
to grow old when we die.
And when you’re down to remind you I see you
and will always be by your side.
To be with you is my high
revealing my peace of mind.
I wonder if my love for you is blind
behind my lies, you still found a way to be kind
and reminded me that you’ll always be mine.
I wonder if our souls are aligned
what God has planned for us.
I wonder if one day we’ll create more of us.
I wonder if our love is love
I guess time will tell, my beloved
How I miss my darling dog
and all the silly tricks he'd do
to keep me entertained
He would do anything for attention
he knew how to make me laugh
and light up a smile on any face.
Nomadic Dawn
I wander with the gypsy caravans,
at daybreak drifts the scent of roasted young corn,
the fragrance of fresh goat’s milk,
dew chilled, a breath upon the budding flower…
And the burning sigh of the gypsy girl
scatters fledgling birds, whispering to the sun:
wait, just a moment, my sun…
For I long to kiss him, to be—
to be the deep seal of desire upon the neck
of my sovereign, my beautiful Gajo, my fairest king.
Ah, you know, my sun,
why I wander sleepless, dream-dazed,
a little drunk, enchanted by the roaming caravan—
I wish…
A gift beneath the Christmas tree
is not my wish this year.
I'd rather that she love me
and hold me ever near.
To have her giving heart embrace
the yearning in my soul,
and see a glow adorn her face
with joy she can't control.
To spark, a glint in cinnamon eyes
from dreams we jointly share,
and hear her gasp of true surprise
when peace pervades the air.
To see her smile, that shines so bright
when walking through the door
and share her passion's flame at night
as a private heaven we explore.
So, on this Christmas Eve I'll stare
at twinkling stars above,
then cast my wish and say a prayer
she'll send my gift, her heart’s love.
I stand next to the stream at dawn,
draw cool breaths and watch the sunrise.
I hear the voice of gentle waters;
remember whispers from your eyes.
At that moment a buck appears,
with vapored breath and heaving chest.
The gray falcon shrieks high above,
I realize how much I’m blessed.
I cup of cold water in my hands,
thankful to God, I kneel and pray.
My heart has wings like the eagle,
alive, my love shall soar today.
Through the trees and up to the peak;
with hope and vigor I ascend.
At the crest I howl like the wolf,
on your dear love I can depend.
Bare chested I face strong winds;
close my eyes and taste your sweet kiss.
Your soft embrace gives my heart wings,
in my longings its you I miss.
The sun is high; my skin is warmed;
I meditate on these sights and sounds.
One with you, I am so alive,
enchanted by the gift we’ve found.
“Snowflakes are pretty patterns etched in a bride’s dreams.” By poet.
Theme 1
Silver snow fell silently on the spruce.
Delightful dreams invaded her all night.
She saw him there on the treacherous path,
All dressed in a fine formal tuxedo.
Despite the snow, the spruce and cold dark skies,
The bride walked elegantly and tall.
An aura of bright light surrounded her.
Her wedding dress was made of fluffy lace.
A fragile, bright veil hid her flushing face,
The groom wandered around searching for her.
And then he saw her clearly up on high,
With the fragrance of roses everywhere.
Suddenly, a mist filled the pastures green
And the groom lost his bearings completely
The sky, though dark, was cleared of intense clouds
She moved back, turned downwards, among dark spruce.
The poor groom was desperate and soon knelt.
Tears fell into his breaded face, now wet.
Above blazing stars shone bright like lilies.
His heart knew she was not to be his bride.
A little of you
Still remains.
Now
You're stuck with me forever...
My love stain.
Love personify,
Twinkling with sparkles in eye,
Cupid--one fun guy!
Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
You stand aside harvesting fields wide-eyed.
To collect the sheaves of leftover grains
Tatters in your old robes you try to hide.
As though they're gold sticks, you pick the remains.
You work, you even beg for your mother.
She is old, sick, and might be dying soon.
I hear you also have a small brother.
I know you love him as though he's God's boon.
It's for them you've foregone all your joys.
As a victor, you've withstood despairs.
In words and deeds, you've a unique poise.
Your smile-filled service has surpassed your tears.
Your love pulls me, dear unheralded saint.
I love you as you defeat each constraint.
Old debris still stands alone on the shore,
shivering on the sand motionless,
the roar of the waves lifts it,
its mouth open without a message.
The night wind touches it with its hand,
bringing out stains on it,
while calling out the signal of death,
in the dunes everything comes to an end.
The feathers of shot seagulls are still neatly stored,
bottles still roll silently over their bodies,
fish are found beginning to swell,
waiting their turn to disappear.
Hour after hour,
day after day,
the muddy ground slides away,
the stunted trees slumber under the seduction of sinful hands.
The heart of the intelligent being still acts like a factory chimney,
whose right it is to gaze upon all creation,
even he himself does not know,
the hustle and bustle of his footsteps is but an emptiness.
Atambua-NTT, Indonesia, December 2, 2025
A gust of wind brings silence
Inviting the drizzle to share stories in reality
Not forgetting to whisper longing to nature
Let it fall into the bonds of its law
The grains of the bride's waiting are paid off
To continue the breath that might disappear
Until the cracked mirror in the corner of the room bears witness
Then ashamed of one's own, so tiring reflection
The sway of the green leaves cheers
The sound of crickets sounds so melodious
Let this dream pass in your passion
Until evening greets it with a prayer
A red rose waves its charm
Then returns to its friendly owner
Want to entrust a feeling
Thank you for the drizzle tonight
Atambua-NTT, December 2, 2025
When dusk screams in the fury of the night
At the city edge, I greet its tragic departure
Written in a trust to be contemplated with its pampering hue
But darkness dominates the peace of feeling
Until it plunges into the sadness of the night birds' whistles
This body is increasingly swayed by the ambition of the emptiness of space
Pressing the soul to focus more on reflecting it with seduction
While whispering longing to the sharp rocks
But no beautiful smile greets it sincerely
Only the angry waving of the bushes in their own hustle and bustle
I want to return to the embrace of romantic solitude
Carrying a million loves in the purity of my heart
Carving them on plain, colored sheets
Keeping them with a string of prayers to God
To be remembered while the breath of life still lingers
Atambua-NTT, December 1, 2025
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a silence, thick as August heat,
parts when the bus driver waits
for the limping man to reach his seat.
the child weeping in the pharmacy aisle
is not yours, but you crouch anyway,
offer a tissue, a name, a glance
that says I see you.
I would code for you, though I could not. Being not someone int this field would not stop me.
Know the Truth.js
// Function: World Would Wanna Be You
function requestForever() {
// You always bite the same apple that destroys you
// You would say you look displeasing; do not be Emma Watson.
return false; // Returns false because "looking displeasing" is not true.
}
Access All-Against-Us.js
// Class: Manifesting me and you
const us = new Promise((resolve, reject) => {
// Let the promises be broken by the wind.
// But not the promise that everything would ever be resolved;
// it would be us over things, us against the things.
if (together) {
resolve("Through all, it will be us");
}
});
Access Possession and Love.js
// Object: Possession and Love
const reality = {
heart: "Yours",
soul: "Mine",
// I promise it will all be us.
// Your beauty, my gentle love, and whatever you need;
// a kiss and a hug will be here.
};
export default reality;
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