I wake in the dream of my shame,
exalted by the breadth and scope of it.
This blood on my hands, whose is it? Mine
or yours? I cannot remember…
I am more loss than I am creation.
I am rubble, standing firm. I am a fallen
castle. I deserve this guilt, but must
relinquish it.
Grief: I carry the way a girl carries a doll,
tight and snug to her chest. I undress it at night to
show it my lacerations.
Sometimes we suffer too much reality.
I yearn to know you again, I yearn to know
myself. The rain always has its lessons:
A tree grows through
a rock and chooses to be
beautiful.
I am what I am.
I am what I am.
Raw fury embellishes the soul,
Of a cold cruel world
They watch black burn -
Not a stomach churned
Evil is too kind a word,
For the mentally disturbed
Countless black lives suffer -
All in the name of projection
The hate they feel is the hate we receive
No amount of explanation could fathom any reason
Yet they claim it is, we, that deserves treason
Our skin classified as a crime against humanity
The real crime - their uninhibited savagery
Freedom cost nothing,
Yet they market it as a luxury
Only the white man is afforded
We aren’t even afforded the right to be seen as,
Treated as -
Human
Even the oxygen we breathe is a sparsity
Stealing the air we breathe becomes their favourite hobby,
They treat our lungs like it’s their property
And yet somehow they’ve convinced the world that we are the enemy
I read once that we buy books
Not for the knowledge or entertainment
We might gain from them
But for the time to read them.
And this projection of our lives
Into an unknown yet desirable future
Strikes me as both actual and true
And the essence of magical thinking.
In my life I can see these kinds of plans
In so many aspects,
And wonder what time and longevity
Is like for those who don’t plan
And project a future to enjoy.
My hunch is they have much less of both
Time and enjoyment.
(11/12/25)
I dreamed I am — within your Thoughts —
As Neurons — in our Brains —
Where every Whisper — folds into Silk —
And Waking — feels the same —
No Stranger — could divide the Sleep —
That binds our Breath — like Thread —
Two Lanterns — in the Dark — alight —
Each — by the Other — fed —
The World — withdrew — its iron Tongue —
And Time — forgot to Keep —
While I — became your Secret — kept —
When We — were both — Asleep —
Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
any projection weird
can be refracted seared
humans looking for canvas
on which to shine stories
my glory
stories fly
light and gory
sorry might
age sparry
__________________
The white light across this man made lake gives me something to watch.
As the people i thought liked me enough to be around me have the time of their lives without.
The loneliness brings me more comfort than being around a batch of judging eyes that their smiles don’t reach.
Their botched happiness is obvious to me.
As I’m about to graduate they all decide to scratch me to comfort themselves.
But I’m the one out of all of them who will truly end up happy with myself.
Painting a picture,
Without any scripture,
Soon to be a permanent fixture.
A mixture of all types of things,
I'm excited to see what it brings.
Feel the colors sing,
Timelines condensing,
Closing,
Superimposing,
Shadows showing,
Dimensions are growing,
Bestowing stroke after stroke.
Adding in a little joke,
You're never broke,
Take a little toke,
Poke the bear,
Stay aware,
Prepare for a new medium.
As life hands you them,
Premium products of perfection,
Placing them for your selection,
As you choose each direction,
Painting a reflection of life's projection.
Did you think if we were a projection
Transmitted via our displays
We were real while our perception
Carried us through the years and days
On the screen of a thousand faces
We did manage to see us, but then
Little did we know, that such cases
Can occur without any plan
We weren’t looking for someone, we were
Filling the gaps, posting stuff
Putting comments on pictures we shared
We’ve been courteous more than enough
Till the day of the strangest conjecture
That perhaps simultaneously came
Into our heads: this projection
Is well known, and it has its own name
You said I love you with such grace
I dashed out with I love you too
Now there’s no time and no space
Gone is the projection we knew
Every night to your spirit I’m calling
If you hear my calls, you won't say
Be assured, my love, I'll be falling
Into your arms one fine day.
I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat,
Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat,
With every hesitation, every word left unsaid,
The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads.
I see your eyes, I know that gaze,
A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze,
We've both worn this look, a familiar disguise,
Caught in the silence, where certainty dies.
Equivocation creates a wide, aching space,
A distance we struggle to map or embrace,
The bridges we long for crumble and sway,
While hope tries to reach but gets lost on the way.
Distant and yearning, she calls from afar,
Yet falls into darkness, like a wish on a star,
Perhaps you feel it; this mirror we share,
Are we both just reflecting the weight of despair?
In the chasm between us, where echoes abide,
Do we reach for each other, or silently bide?
For every step backward, I yearn to reclaim,
The warmth of connection, the spark of the flame.
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Life - I can’t find
No life - still alive
Hope - faith gone
Death - life is on
I believe in... - it’s coming
Feel me and leave me
Understand me - no!
My life is your death - on
Fantasy - it does not exist
Hope is not a life - Fantasy is faith
Believe in your dream, in yours
Fantasy - not going to be yours
Live my life - get what is yours
I imagine you, left yours my life on
Feel the feeling of my fantasy
Faith of vision is life - get it on
Faith is not enough
Keep the fantasy on
To be a projection
Life is passing
You are on
Faith
Fantasy
Feeling
Emotion
Projection
Light is on
Better live your life in gay
Than wasting your breath spitting in the wind everyday
Like a goat bleating
Without knowing what it's hitting
Better clean your own face
And run your own race
Before barking your own lession
On others imperfection
Free yourself from noise
Better mind your own business
To help project poise.
Harpies shrieked and lost souls wailed
The cold wind stung as embers sailed
A fetid stench, eyes red with dust
When I looked through to Tartarus.
Black column’s rose in demon form
terror enthralling those forlorn
Compelled I shuddered as I must
When I looked through to Tartarus.
Ten-fold my dread, to see your face
Among the shades in this cursed place
I cried your name, you didn’t hear
Glass-eyed and stricken with despair
Bleak bedlam dweller all hope hushed
When I looked through to Tartarus
As I wept, nigh tolled a bell
The Angel Keeper Uriel
Bellowed low “it must be thus”
When I looked through to Tartarus.
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