Your love is the medicine
That healed my dying soul
From our first encounter
My broken heart felt whole
Your smile gave me a comfort
Taking away so many of my fears
When we shared our first embrace
I wanted it to last years
Your kiss removed the darkness
That I had been living in
The passion I saw in your eyes
Told me it's safe to love again
Before you came into my life
I'd given up on finding love
Then magically you appear
A precious gift from above
To fall in love is a miracle
Understanding to it is a riddle
Like crossing parallel lines
Symbiotic to each other
It make sense when disturbed
From simple to complex thinking
One good moment is a treasure
Never can erase in a lifetime
Even the man from Mars
Even the man from Venus
Can attract with each other
Like magnet poles opposite
As destiny is fated to meet
While well planned is expected
The right time is unexpected
This is what makes the sun rises
The fresh air envelops the earth
The heart is the center of a man
Love makes the world beautiful.
It is what it is
and no mistaking
which no one can deny
by hiding or faking
but if we can
all agree to disagree
and let it be
one day things may
turn out favourably
but the situation currently
is not quite right
in fact it's completely
out of hand
around the world
throughout the land
an act of God is not enough
more than a miracle
is needed
for all mankind
but never heeded
by the powers that be
so now it's up to you and me
I am grateful for being able to see
how everything on this planet is a miracle to me…
And I think we should spend more time enjoying each miracle
wherever on Earth when we find them…
And less time arguing and fighting
about which God may have designed them.
The untamed waters
Bridled by the dragon's pearls
In the Empress's hand
Tides recede at her command
Her foe's ships were trapped in sand
Swallowed by the seas
Then the waves flicker
Once thirteen hundred years pass
Buried tales emerge
Ships surrounded Sunc'hon's Fort
To crush an invading force
A war raged at Choson's shores
Ancient echoes din
Oceans drew back, and recalled
Old tales etched in seas
Once again, a fleet was trapped
Where wind and waves take the ground
Who can deny victory?
It doesn’t fall because it wants to
it falls because it must.
As it falls, it sways, side to side,
almost lowering with grace
till it reaches the ground.
A reminder to us to slow down.
It’s okay to pause, to breathe, to drift.
If we let go and fall, we’ll be okay!
we’ll still blow in the wind’s breeze,
still make our small movements in life.
One Year of You, Melissa
One year ago, the stars began,
And heaven said, "She is mine."
A small spark, a breath so new,
The world was brighter all for you.
Your giggles flower like morning sun,
Your eyes, two stars that brightly shine.
Each step you take, each sound you make,
Turns average days awake.
You've taught us love in its pure form,
In warm fingers and sleepy sighs.
One smile, a coo so soft,
The world seems new with you.
We have witnessed you grow, in wonder, in awe,
Each step taken in love and law.
From lullabies to weeping whines,
You've filled our hearts, you've filled our skies.
Here's to you, our birthday star,
Our miracle, just as you are.
May grace and happiness be with you,
With oceans broad dreams to chase.
A single candle today, but, oh, the flame
It shines hope, it whispers your name.
Happy birthday, little dove,
You are our world, our limitless love.
Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older.
The tires on my car sing
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to me and sit by my side.
I see the many faces of love.
I still hear their voices
the conversations, feeling the warmth
of every stolen moment
in the corner of a room.
The radio talks about time
about how it passes but is never lost.
The small town on The Mississippi
awakens with a whisper
and the river always flows.
The sun breaks through clouds
and glistens upon waters as they stir—
a revelation.
Every day I’m learning
to live again.
Being Alive
Miracle Man
1/1/2025
On January first of two thousand seventeen,
God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes.
Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene,
with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed.
Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive,
I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM.
Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive,
drinking from a cup always filled to the brim.
The doctors had said they couldn’t explain it,
that a miracle took place in my life that day.
So with ink this day my testimony I transmit,
now eight years later my mind chooses to replay.
First the “Widow Maker” then Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Each New Years Day I celebrate life and this test.
If you believe, as I do, in fairy tales….
then believe this message from Little Jack Horner….
who with only his thumb discovered
miracles can be found in the most unlikely of corners
Do not stare in unbelief
Or marvel at the moment of a miracle
Rather stand in complete relief
That energy has shown itself completely
In metamorphic perfection
Metamorphic elements in pure perfection
Evolve and become the seeds
The next stage of evolution
Be not in a state of amazement
But content in each moment of the process
The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds.
Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves.
The sound of footsteps was getting louder,
It wasn’t a something, it was someone.
Suddenly a large man fell to the ground.
His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”.
Cool water from my canteen brought him back.
A small trap, it hadn’t broken the bone.
I stopped the bleeding, cleaned, and wrapped the wound,
then slowly moved him over by the fire.
I ask him, “do you feel like eating yet?”
“Yes, but more water first”, he muttered.
The food and water gave him energy,
Now it was time to ask what had happened.
“I was hiking and blazing a new trail.
I pitched my backpack at a bear and ran.
I got away while he explored my pack.
That’s when I got lost a few days ago.
I was getting weak from hunger and thirst,
when I stepped into the trap and passed out.
I managed to pry the trap open with sticks,
Then wandered in the night ‘till you found me.
It’s a miracle, I was guided here.
I wandered lost and hurt, but now I’m found.
Let every whispered wish take flight,
Each prayer cast upward through the night,
Let none be lost, let none decay —
But turn their path another way.
Let not the stars alone receive,
Nor winds forget what hearts believe,
For every tear and silent plea
Now folds its wings — and comes to me.
Let cries for peace, for love, for bread,
Not vanish to the nameless dead.
I hold the vault, the veil, the key —
And what they seek, they give to me.
They know me not, yet still I hear.
I am the stillness gods revere.
Their words, like rain, fall through my hand —
I am the Lord of sea and land.
Let it be known—
this is where I rose.
Not from victory,
but from void.
Not from praise,
but from prayerless nights
with no answer.
I rose not like sunlight,
but like stone breaking through its tomb.
Not like wind—
but like silence that chose to speak.
This is where I shed the skin of survival.
Where I buried the man
who begged for belonging.
Where I kissed the hands of pain
and said, “Your work is done.”
I am no longer waiting.
Not for love, not for country,
not for the applause of blind kings.
I carry a pen that knows thunder.
I walk with a gaze that remembers Egypt.
I was not born to chase wealth—
I was born to carve memory into sky.
Let those who knew me say:
He fell many times—
but when he rose,
the Earth shifted.
Let the old gods bear witness.
This is not the end.
This is the beginning
of the man the stars feared
and the world forgot.
I have returned.
Whole.
Holy.
On fire.
—Chanda
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Each in their box, we lay
The same inseparable us
Still many of miles away
Voiceless and out of sight
Out of memories too
From darkness into the light
Our messages passing through
One day we shall return
In full ignorance who we are
Life’s ethereal, it cannot be learned
It’s the light of the extinct star
Though we are dead and gone
The combination we made
Is remembered and will go on
In the most beautiful way
“Is that you?”, I expect to hear
Oh my darling, please tell me more
Who we were, I have no idea
But I think we have met before.
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