Wouldn’t it be sad to live without
A little hope to understand
What our immortal soul’s about
To recognize and represent?
And who would say “Good morning, dear
How’s the forecast on BBC?
I sense the damp in atmosphere
Draw back the curtain, let me see”
And who would answer “Yes, you’re right
It’s drizzling, but the sky gets clearer
How was your blood glucose last night?
No shooting up and down, my dear?”
What actors could’ve played that action?
The voice of yours, your smiling face
Mean more than childlike mind abstraction
We used to cherish in our faith
And what it’s like, remains obscure
But I suppose, “there are more things”
If you could come to reassure
I’ll hear from afar your rings..
IRAN MAKES TRUMP SORE
NOW CANADA TARIFF WAR
YOU ARE PAYING MORE
When our children were children…
we’d sit together on the floor and watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood…
It was a wonderful way to be together
while learning how to be kind and decent…and good.
From our age to theirs in front of our TV it was easy connect
with someone who exuded kindness and treated everyone with respect.
It was our hope that our children would pick up on this thread…
and when they went out into the world…
would be a little more like Fred.
That they would practice peace and empathy…
would live their life with honor and dignity…
that they’d try to resolve their differences through communication….
not with hostility.
That they would understand although there is evil in this world…
meant to demean, demolish and destroy…
they could fight this evil with love and hope…
and try to fill the world with joy.
Imagine what our world would look like…
if we accepted one another in spite of our differences…
If all the people of the world were acknowledged…
welcomed…
and well-fed….
Imagine the kind of world we could create…
If we were all…
a little more like Fred.
We think we tread the solid earth. Yet, the earth itself was but a dream.
In the dream, we burned each other's desires and greed,
Filled with the ecstasy of each other's love, we finally became one—
Only to realize we were each other's roses.
We think we know one another, yet we know nothing.
Even this, in the end, was merely a dream of each other.
We thought we were walking upon a dream.
Only to awaken and find ourselves standing upon real ground,
Holding fast to each other's love and warmth.
I neither awaken nor do I dream.
At this very moment,
With a thundering, restless sound, I am born anew.
Someday, when someone reads these words of mine,
I shall be born within your heart and in your eyes—
Not as a dream, but as reality.
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No more writing!
Until my poem calls me, again!
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Wednesday night and it's 10:15
The Mets won and Alcaraz is beating Faria
I had just lost a game of Pinochle
But I lost to myself- Mama Mia!
One more glass of black, perhaps
Will do me a good nights rest
But first I need to beat myself
To prove- that I am the best
Win or lose- I don't care
As long as I play it right
Just one more glass of black for me
And then, to all, I say... Good night
Sweet dreams... sleep tight
And do hope tomorrow... you see the light!
You climbed into my lap tonight,
your eyes two wide and worried seas,
and asked me in your small, soft voice,
"Who do you love more tell me, please?
My darling, love is not a pie,
to slice and make the pieces thin.
It does not shrink when shared around,
it grows each time you tuck it in.
I love your brother for his fire,
the way he chases stars to keep.
I love your sister for her song,
she hums when daylight falls to sleep.
And you? I love you for this, this,
this brave and trembling question mark,
for bringing me your fear to hold
and lighting up my heart so dark.
So which one do I love the most?
My answer's steady, clear, and true...
I love you all the same, my darlings,
equally, completely all of you.
No more, no less, no less, no more.
One heart that beats for three, for four.
If you must know how much, my dear,
As much as breath. As much as here.
Some say,
'Let's see if we can't do it,'
before applying
themselves to it.
I'm sure, positive in fact,
'Let's see if we can,'
would be a more-rewarding move
to enact, than
attempting a negative to prove.
Feeling a stinging, sharp pain.
It's fitting perfectly, like a puzzle piece.
Who is it that is to blame?
Going faster and harder till both of us break,
going still, even if I freeze,
'cause, oh Lord, it really is for my sake.
All the fire inside of me,
the feeling only screaming, “Please,”
letting them out, letting them grow, letting them be.
He is all I ever wanted to achieve.
With him, the largest problems transform into relief.
From lies in books they set us free
Encyclopedias are redacted
And Satie’s fourth Gymnopedie
Flooded with likes from the attracted
I’m living in the brave new world
It works far freakier than Huxley’s
I’m bought and sold and I download
I get the codes to use them aptly
I’m quite a modern chap these days
No more a fossil left in lurch
Daedalus AI builds new maze
Keeps every Theseus in search
Where is that famous silver thread?
But I just passed the exit gate
I heard the Minotaur is dead
The ambulance arrived too late..
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
FATHER TO ELDER SON: ONCE MORE AGAIN
I am your father;
Let me not be a bother,
Nor your enemy:
Please come and visit with me;
My time here will soon not be:-
The compass of God,
Has never led one astray;
Satan’s does—each day:-
Be in God’s navigation;
And love’s resurrection:-
Have mercy on me,
And forgive me for my sins
Against God and thee:-
Love you more than you can know;
Forgive me before I go:-
Forgiveness of me
Is not about forgetting;
It’s about mercy:
For the pain you’ve given me,
God knows, I’ve forgiven thee.
I’ll die loving you,
I have lived life loving you:
God guiding me on:-
And as death takes me further,
Pray tell, greets from your brother:-
Remember when we’d run across the park,
chasing a paper kite in the summer wind?
We were young, light on our feet,
and so eager to light up the dark.
Our love felt light as sugar,
aimless, easy, full of wild ideas.
We’d make promises on the fly
and build big futures out of thin air.
Three years have gone by now.
We’re not just bending with every breeze anymore.
We’re not chasing shadows or running wild—
we’re walking the path together, steady and sure.
The kite finally came down to earth,
but what we have now has real roots.
It’s quiet, deep, and grounded—
so much stronger than the shallow thrill of where we started.
Let go of some talks
Not all talks are talks
You can't swim
More than a frog
Stop showing off
Because you can't
Have it all
Everyone got what they lack.
Don't take some walk
Not all walks are walks
Some you might not return
You can't be brighter
Than Sirius
You're just a minus
Because you'll die one day.
You can't flock with all
Let go of some folks
You can't tell the time
More than the clock
Base on our programming
You live with
What you have or know.
Simple silent peace
Is no longer good enough
Busy minds crave more
(8/19/26)
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
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