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Back to the future

Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself
So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back

It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script
Started by slowly chipping away to release the image I was trying to portray
Then pivoted to rewiring my circuits to help wrangle my inner circus
The process pivoted me from my head to my heart which granted me a fresh start

But it was only after I made the choice that I was able to hear a new inner voice
It started as a whisper but turned into a roar that I could no longer ignore
To wash over me to say what had been so tough, that I can relax and rest easy now since I am good enough

Echo a Desperate Plea

In the ebonic afterglow, I hope for your return…
—by poet

Echo a Desperate Plea

Anxious calling across a mountain ravine.
Breathless in frigid heights, plummeting d
Callousness of the deaf-defying beast.      e
Desperate to penetrate distance; pinpoint.   g
Echo of eeriness returns to me thrice.            r
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Grossbeck

Continents collide against one another
The tatonic plates are now emerged
Pesisides manipulate earth 
but still we breath the air
vlcanoes erupt and sobdue us
the langlaeers are the Mcabees only fear
Genocide is a brainless way to indulge in a fight
so i end racism like all my friends
Lakes are made by men 
so what can we not do
the energy of the sun is that comparable to the tides and waves
so current so vast and still they pinpoint the lighting strikes
as drones fly through the universe
stars shine untill the last dying light
xrays candle blue vVanderbuilt a song for the flute
liverpool is a life at stake
then send a troop

TORN 2025

I can’t change, and you can’t change. We are two separate people with two separate hearts. When did this road shred apart? I can’t force this love anymore; I am lost in deep thought. Emotional pain hurts, but when you add mental games and a teaspoon of lies, it becomes as ugly as a newborn crying for help.

This broken heart lingers, and I am tired of trying to piece this love-hate relationship together. It’s so torn into pieces that I can’t pinpoint the location. We are too far apart now; longitude and latitude can’t place us together. 

Broken hearts, frustrating tears—now it’s two separate lines going in different directions. Do you see my reflection? It reflects off this glass mirror. Now, look at my torn face as sweat falls off my skin, tears in my eyes, like a whale swimming in despair. It’s frustrating to find an answer. 

At first, I couldn’t sleep; lonely nights became very dark. But now, mornings start to feel like my best sunshine.

Tired

I'm too tired to care -
too worn to wear that 
chic shirt 
which matches my shoes
that you seem to care so much about

I'm too drained to change at all

Truthfully,
I'm more than tired -
an exhaustion born 
from a wired brain
too tormented to sleep -

Too terrified to be burned alive
in this frigid fire pit again
and again -
but too afraid to end it 

Too scared to survive,
too frozen to finish it,
too weary to wrap it up

Too frightened to fix this
sinking ship,
too panicked to patch it up, 
yet
too spooked to let it sink

What I'm trying to say is 

I'm trapped

Haunted by each torturous moment 
I feel too powerless to pry myself from

I think we're all too concerned 
with our own prying
to feel courageous enough
to pry into another's life
and aid them in prying
just enough courage
to live another day

That's all you need

Sometimes just a pinpoint of light
on this ever growing galaxy

Just enough 

I think that's what God gives

Just enough

Weaving Stars

She knew little of astrology
yet she could translate the stars
applying strange images
as if she saw what no one else did.

Together we would climb
to the crest of a rocky ridge,
there she would relate
visions of crypto-beasts and
numinous beings.

She weaved together a living poem
with her pinpoint insights,
each one was a gateway
to yet another starry night.

I could not love her though,
she belonged
to that Great Nothing,
and I needed something
lesser
to anchor my soul upon.

faulty memory

Faulty memory

In the night, the brain had been busy changing my mind. 
I have heard many stories in my lifetime, but they are 
not forgotten
in my sleep, the story continues and gets a different ending, Sometimes, when remembering my childhood, I tell a story of something that happened to me, only to realize later that I cannot pinpoint the moment and where it happened. When I try to spin the memory, there is no before or after. The conclusion is that I’m telling of a memory that belongs to someone else; a story of a small boy, discovering the wonder of the day.

Tooth And Nail

                     tooth
               jagged, canine
        aching, decaying, eating
  denture, enamel, manicure, claw
       grabbing, clenching, filing, 
              etched, pinpoint
                       nail

The Breaking Point

The Breaking Point
Miracle Man
1/7/2025 

Each individual has a breaking point,
some come early, others linger until late.
The time of passing one can’t pinpoint,
beyond this time we are bound by fate.

Its occurrence is unknown before its time,
a breaking point enters our life, before.
Many times producing death bells chime,
a breaking point always slams our door.

unbound love

Still I don't know,
Thou am not trying to figure out how to fix a heart, 
Nor break it,
I just need to know,
Where I had lost my humanity,
In a realm where I never thought I'd float,
In the embrace , I thought my whole world was within my grasp. 
That moment when I couldn't resist your presence, 
And I would think you feel the same,

I would stand in the room so still, 
Sometimes,  so wordless 
Sometimes,  as if it was my greatest betrayal of myself, 
Sticking you into my mind,
I could tell you weren't into me,
Yet I had courage to hold on  for more, and more days

It's something I can't quite pinpoint,
The void of echoes in my room,
Where paint and silence weave your name, 
An echo in the midnight of my thoughts.
Am trying to get out of it,
but am sinking deeper,
Why do I have to try to get out of something that was never real my whole life,
I'll wait in the shadows, 
Knowing that sometimes, 
Half is enough.
Maybe not all tales need an ending.
#pett.E.I

Fact Check

Who said meow, could be a cat, but what if not?
Was it a stray cat, or a cat from upper floor? 
But one could imitate the sound that we’ve heard
And by the way, it could’ve been a creaking door
Let’s sort out the facts we have at hand
If they are real, not someone’s manipulation
That meow could be a bait a spy might sent
A code to hack our files, pinpoint location
As for the subsequent research we took
We’re glad to say, the fact has been established
We noted this meow in our factual book
Never before that meowing cat was published.

I have wolf ears

I always say I have dog ears
they are rather wolf ears
I hear things others do not notice
the blowing fan of an air register irritates me

in the morning I wake to the neighbor’s rooster
or a large garbage truck rumbling up the road
my dogs barely hear these things,
continuing their relaxing slumber.

tingles of a ticking clock bug me
whereas no one else notices them
I can barely concentrate if someone is tapping
right now there is a noise I cannot pinpoint

It seems to permeate the air
it is one of those sounds unnoticeable to other humans
but I have wolf ears
I sit here, irritated, trying to decipher it

It might be a light fixture or a hum of a refrigerator
I cannot type another word, trying to sit in silence
begging for silence, which never comes
because I have wolf ears.

Vanished Dream

I brave the winds to await summer
And yearn for days when love duly appears, 
Long enough till daylight erupts
Into a sizzle of wistful rendezvous-- While along the pier, a cruiseship far Moves toward me , my warm delight. 

Preparing foil of blossoms fresh, 
My hand trembles as the sail nears That my flesh moistens from the wait,  
  as passengers alight from the door:
 Still, your silhouette becomes a haze, 
  evanescing into air...
  where could he be? 
And this heart begins to fade 
  in crushed pinpoint of night... 
  a fleeting trance 
Just like so? God how I hurt:
Now my screams slip into oblivion, a 
moment erased 
By a vanished dream thinning
 as summer weeps.

aug 11

i don’t think that i’m happy but i can’t pinpoint why 
i try to clear my jumbled thoughts and just want to cry 
one sided conversations- do my thoughts not matter? 

i try to reciprocate with a silent nod or disinterested grunt 
but my heart and mind can’t keep up the front 

i care about every thought, quirk, idea, and trait 
i need someone that cares just the same

Burning arrows strike the target

What can we expect from a government denying God's plan 
that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes 
this which is a skill that converses through black magic 
Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter 
how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's desire 
working tirelessly bending the will of many to comply and submit 
Let's thread the needle and pinpoint the words 
fear where the fruits of this deception grows
 without roots rotten apples trying to spread an agenda removing choice 
there is only one Law I obey these days and it sure as hell is not man made

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