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If sleep was like a box of chocolates
Each choc representing time,
We'd all likely dive for the one
Offering several hours - nine!
If we sneak one during the day
It would be a cat nap.
There are others that give intimitancy
Where dreams will overlap.
It seems that most nights the same is picked
That only provides two to four
Hours of sleep in total.
If I take two, will I get more?
Some can be quite sour
Bringing nightmares, pain or angst.
Others are sweet prompting pleasant dreams,
Even waking, you can feel your heart dance.
Then there are umami ones
With detailed vivid dreams
Not scary, not sweet, but very real
And you find significant seams.
There are occasions where, quite by accident,
Your own exhaustion makes the choice.
One is selected where there's no disturbance,
No dreams, no bladders voice!
This rare sort refreshes the most
And you feel the utter bliss
Of a good night's rest, you're raring to go
Thinking, "I could do with more of this!"
If sleep was like a box of chocolates
And you could actually choose,
Which one do you think you would pick?
I'll give you time to muse.
Through many generations
Roots have forged strong bonds
that overlap each other deep in the earth
I am the oldest,
not untouched by the outside world
beauty and decay
Mixed with nostalgia and lush forest
children's play and laughter
When I look back
in slightly blurry images
No echo in the forest anymore
silence reigns
The city is growing faster than my family
the crystal ball cannot predict the future
I stand here basking in the sun so warm
While ocean sea breeze whips across my skin.
With tranquil thoughts my mind is now at ease
Serenity to enjoy my tranquil thoughts
I gaze upon horizon's running line
Where heaven's sky and sea connect the earth.
Creating shoreline with a perfect edge
The glittering reflection in the surf.
With perfect calmness gentle waves roll in
A quiet hush, while breakers overlap.
My memory bank forever will cement
This beauty seen; that man could not create.
With every fibre deep within my soul
I sip so slowly natures perfect drink
Replenished now my heart sings out with joy
On heaven's shoreline; standing on the brink.
2018 ©
Winds of yesterday blow vainly
in futile pursuit of today
What once ignited our several passions
this day swiftly drives us away
Torn asunder by a thunderclap
hearts riven never again overlap
To run past the last, is to overlap past.
That past everlasts.
You can't ever run too fast.
Everlap.
At times i get so angry,
my brain makes way for the void.
A debilitating state of mind.
A collapsing state of being.
A never-ending shift from the revolving door of emotions and morality.
Coming or going is the question within my soul.
The Lord tugging at my heartstrings,
while the devil attempts to overlap it in brick.
Attempting to forever encase me in my shame.
Shackling me in the doubt that consumes me.
Sinking me further into the despair, I've drowned out with bottles.
While taking drugs to numb what remains.
My body has grown warm with anguish. The continuous rush of warm, hot, debilitating shame. Shame for letting my sanctity become poisoned. The slime of my ever crossing innocence and growing pains overlap into a sea of the insides of all the world has to offer me, as though the organs of 100 washed-up whales has swallowed me whole and began to mourn the person I would have been if I were free. My flesh becomes green signifying the decay of my premature body.
Written: December 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Castle Ravenloft looms—
a janiform crown of storm-light and stone.
Its spires protrude as if imploring
a cold, unanswering nimbus.
Below, Barovia lies—
a shabby village where cowslips squirm,
and daybreak, under mists,
offers only a brief farewell.
This land’s spirit is sacred suffering.
Hope and death entwine in chiaroscuro.
Symbiosis curdles into a curse,
and the living move with shadows
as though born to them.
Ubiquitous, gelid mists
embed xenogenesis in every breath,
Their jagged deceit conning the brave and mulish.
Dark, shriveled streets of Barovia—
laden with pale wisteria—
echo with inane, forgotten glee,
an odor of treacle, revulsion, and lost joy.
On the edge between night and terror,
a winsome child may hum a chorus—
a fleeting overlap of sorrow and mercy.
But the mists return, hostile and persistent;
after tasting music, street, and soul,
only the castle remains—
a riddle whispered against
a cloudscape that refuses to rise.
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap”-
That’s a function not continuous ,
but discrete , yet to get fit.
“No illusion therein entrap.”
“ In the time stretched pause we can see”
Future to nurture
in rue or rapture.
Pause of polarity interchange
Over all it’s my life to challenge
Either to confront or to surrender.
Empowered, enclosed by ego !
But I will have to forego -
to be free in open mind.
Divine lamp to lit and glow,
not to be extinguished !
Perplexity, complexity , simplicity
not to overlap.
“ Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
“Now overlap the sundials
with your shadows”
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Morning
There are no answers.
The river is too busy reflecting
trees on the far bank and healing
its mirror after being gashed
by a passing boat.
The whole morning with its clear,
crisp air and sunlit space is simply
getting on with what it has to do -
letting the day's story unfold
in time.
And so it is with me,
unfolding into my own space,
trying to heal the things
that do not reflect
what is truly real.
Evening
Like a gnomon on a sundial,
the Newport power station's
tall chimney casts its long shadow
across the river. It seems
to herald a sense of hurry
as evening approaches.
Soon, starlings will begin to loudly
bustle for roosting positions
in the nearby plane trees
and fruit bats will take flight
lifting a dark ominous cloud
into the night sky before
splintering into countless wings.
They are like messengers
from another world.
But who will hear them?
I walk home, my thoughts
seeking shelter in the familiar,
deep in my own denial
I can see you, cycling through the pain.
It's overlapping now, you know yourself, including before the tears fall as rain.
The tension, your tight back and strained Warning Signals are flaring...
Clenching your jaw while standing in the mirror, staring.
Participating in helping and raising others, requires constant transformation of yourself.
This body, it feels it... Stiff like a doll on a shelf.
The experiences, they took a toll and the mind is so powerful.
The Mind helped you push through and now your bodies whispers are screams, your soul empty but so full.
Rest, my dear body... Your timelines have overlap.
See clearly, dear Mind... Come home and free yourself from the trap.
Of fighting or running, the endless quest for answers...
Listen to what you know, slow down and you'll travel faster.
deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego
overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law
being held
deportation hmis
creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's
Everything waits for its time
The sun also does not rise before its time
Just wait what is yours
Will surely come to you.
The waves of the sea rush to shore
Comes one wave at a time
It does not overlap its course
Rather waits to hurl its tempest.
Sometimes, the hardest life makes us wander
We elbow things for our immediate necessity
Be at peace, leave that to the pigs
Let us use time for our good advantage wisely.
Time is the equalizer of all things
The world is under the mercy of its ticking
Everything has end, before that is all excitement
The mystery of it all is the ending of life.
Normally, the three offices of prophet, priest, and king were distinct from each other, with no overlap. That is, a king was not a priest or a prophet. A priest did not function as a prophet or a king. And a prophet simply did a prophet’s job without trying to be a either king or a priest. But Jesus Christ perfectly fills all three roles simultaneously: He is the Prophet, Priest, and King, to the great blessing of the world.
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