I'm taking over this world what is trying to trap me.im taking over this world so that my mentality can be free I'm trying to take over my anxiety so I can explore this galaxy and I'm taking over of all the people with so much negativity I'm taking over this world so some day we can all live with unity and the levels through my life is starting to look a lot like an elevator constantly going up and down and every floor and brought a different moment in that time always feeling like there's never enough mind space for more motivation striding to anything better than what it's always bin
I remember
Puddles
Skippin' along the curb, puddle ahead
Shallow or deep, maybe probe with a stick
After a torrential rain
Sticks leaves & assorted debris
Blocking the city storm-drain
From sending water to the nearby Mississippi like most Minneapolis
Effluent systems, why we were told
By our elders never to fish from
The riverbank below the cities!
The city never cleaned up the gutter
After Jimmy B's head was crushed under
His dad's rear truck tire
Walked past the red-splattered curb
For weeks on the way to school
Walked down the opposite side every day
Nobody talked about the accident
Jimmy & his elaborate basement
Train metropolis were neighborhood
Legends, even written about in
Local fish-wraps in the early 60's
Ponder on it now, some 60+
Years later
Have to go look if the house
Address iron-numbers, embedded
Half-way in the giant Elm on Jimmy's
Boulevard have remained disappeared
Don't know why I want to go look
They were swallowed by the tree
Last time I checked 30years ago
I guess time
Swallows
Everything
Instant breath in
a woman more tempting than sin
sits still as she reads
my letter full of begs and please
how her in my mind
eases all that comes by
a ryme I cant think of
to tell You her name
its comes with the breath
I use last as You please
A woman like heavin
tempting as sin
I lay in my death bed saying it again.
my mind wonders yet I'm still lost in daydreaming
It's parts of my mind that speak to me,
A moment in life that felt strange.
The situation I'll try to memorize,
The fog taking over my brain.
My mind began to become clearer,
My vision was troubled and blind.
The first hand that spoke to me
Left my eyes in a bind.
The pain became intense; the brain is numb,
A sincere gift of death's present.
There's no future in front of me,
Just a swift stop of time, a slow descent.
lost thoughts to blankness
my thoughts of love- you and me
drift into the wind
You don’t cross my mind
You hardly ever leave
All day long I’ve been thinking of you
Trying desperately to find something worth comparing you to
I thought of comparing you to singing birds
But I don't think I'm as captivated by their chirp as much as I am your laughter
I thought about comparing you to a lake glimmering on a sunny morning
It's beautiful for sure
But not as beautiful as your eyes when you talk about something you love
You make me happy
I'm so glad you're here
I don't know where I'd end up without you this year
You've made such an impact on me
Even if it isn't that obvious or clear to see
The way that I write
The music I listen to
All that and more have changed because of you
It's been a week that I've tried to write this
I can't make it any longer
What have you done to me
When I try to write
You're all I can see
And to be honest
That makes me happy.
There's a voice at the bottom of my mind,
Whispering that life is a book of pages;
That one day, my page will truly turn
Into a better chapter—it will become my turn,
And on its face, I will write: “No pain.”
The same voice tells me again:
Your page may be a laughing stock,
But yet your pain is never in vain;
For one day, you will reign with brain,
And pain will break out of your veins.
It will be your day of blessing, your day of rain,
When people and things will come your way,
And everyone will sing and sing your praise.
Alas! Your turn is truly turning—
Hold on!
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
Somewhere
Between the nascent light
and
Everlasting
Peace drifts motionless
Like the painless waves
Washing over us when
Neither sleep nor turgid
Strife possess our souls
my mind
Grinds into dust like the
Surface of Mars where
Darkness blinds
our
Worthy ambition in colors
not
yet
discovered
04/08/26
are we just training artificial intelligence to destroy us?
make us humans obsolete?
i know
i know
it sounds quite paranoid, and
i'm getting too old, and
i'm part of the problem, but
could this possibly be a change for humanity
of which we simply cannot recover?
in which we will meet our demise?
perhaps we'll get another try
not now, some other time... yet
right now we are in a crisis
struggling to keep our lives afloat
for now we've succumbed to eternal violence
for now we've written our death note
Believe it or not, I give it my all
To live in a world that’s so senselessly flawed.
Where morale has little priority, and it's
importance so small.
It’s a sickness motivated by greed, it's power permanent and towering tall.
Held by the tail, unjustified tales, expectations,
accusations, and unaccountable fails;
All exhausted so they can rest well and prevail.
What changes could I possibly make, when freedom of speech is all just for sake, and with every good deed, they find a milestone to take?
Remoulding, rebuilding, and adapting for the survival of our sanity, and we endure in hopes of becoming a better humanity.
Dear colleagues,
Those days come to my mind—days when I arrived at this job full of fear, timid before the new challenges I was about to face. Today, as the hours and days go by, I know this memory will never fade, for our companionship grew into a friendship so loyal and true that even if we were separated, we would never succumb to oblivion.
I invite you to keep moving forward. And if you stumble, rise with more determination than ever. Remember your beautiful families and how difficult it has been to guide them forward, as well as the sacrifices you have made. Continue on, and you will achieve those goals that are still waiting to reveal themselves.
And remember, my friends: there is no path—one makes the path by walking.
Sweet like a cherry, Hot like the sun, One morning she became whole once more. No guilt no shame
Just pure again, Down Highways no one enjoyed she felt her heart covered in gold. One little glance
With one gust of wind, He blows my mind like a Breeze. I felt like dropping to my knees, Screaming up there. Dads gone do I really deserve this. the feelings unsure felt too real to her though, She is Thankful even when it’s unknown. she wanted to be healed and shown, He guided her to the doors with hopes of taking her fears and holding them close. Closer than ever before, She fears nothing when she is alone, she stays strong, you are her lucky charm.
Sadly our vacation was ending.
I wanted to fully capture the moment.
Would revisit throughout the year.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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