are you brainwashed ? or is she sociopath ghost !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
A dumb question drifts in soft and sideways light
It stumbles into meaning though it isn’t right
It circles simple notions hoping they connect
Lost but still persistent in its small effect
It rises without warning shaped by sudden thought
A fragment of confusion searching to be caught
Even when it falters and even when it bends
A dumb question opens doors nobody intends
He was perceived inadequate
Acostic and accused interactive.
Convicted guilty the free will
Unapologetic even still
Shown bested to be a king
In his own mind such a thing
8/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The Question Is
By Frank Daub
How could I have doubted
in that sky-colored look of yours
any
words spilled in the air between us.
With the melting honey fragrance of
your hair
and the litany of intentions filling
the pale luster of your face.
How could I have questioned anything.
Or would it have been less fruitful
if I had not said
that I was not certain.
To give you stronger opportunity to speak
assurance.
It is a young game
that keeps us young and close --
the question is.
And the answer comes from the sky-color
of your eyes –
in a soothing torrent of yes.
What does it take to draw, sketch and paint
Whatever it is
They got it
I ain’t
As parents,
we never know what a child will ask.
All we can do is,
be prepared.
Out of the blue I was asked,
"which one do you love more?"
That was an easy question and answer.
When I give out cookies,
each of you get the same number.
Because I love you each equally.
Each one of us is a question mark,
Striving,
An exclamation point to become!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 July 2026
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what is truth~
when every voice sounds the same
who remembers truth
Do
You
Live
In
The
Earth
Or
On
The
Earth
If the world is a poem,
then each line contains a sky,
and each stanza is a breath
that refuses to be final.
We are the echo and the echoer,
the question and the quiet answer,
a constellation of colors
born of a single seed of light.
Further and further
Such thoughts do crawl,
Slowly, ever driven
Right up the wall
The craziest things
Are they real or fake,
When words are spoken
Or a picture, take
These days, these days
How can one tell,
Who is not on your side
Who is wishing you well
Who is behind there
Or what, if the case,
Be hiding from sight
Of a familiar face
This drives me mad
And this eats me away,
Too many questions
We must ask today...
QUESTION POINTS-:-
recurrent
wayward
stereotyped
enduring
agonies
partly EXPLAINING
present
proposed
inclinations
discernible
directions
described AT LENGTH
centrally
important
ideas
memorably
personalised
For those who want to travel throughout the sparkling magic of space,
to see meteors crashing on planets,
Icy comets passing by and dead moons revolving…
Just where do you think you are now?
Lights within the mind occur when the question is asked a second time.
I loved you as a person but that can only go as the fleeting wind!
Your time to make my heart change became the pinnacle of your prime.
The words of God came in like the changing wind!
What I heard would make you question your time with me or your path.
I had the revelation and it was deeper than the last!
Here is my new path.
It is much stronger than the revelation I had during my first fast!
The words were that your path was not right for me as it was built upon deception.
If you decide to become a seeker of the truth than call me!
I knew you meant well even if you were misguided by a believed inception.
You were there when I needed you, now let my heart pay the fee!
Become part of me my red!
Be the rib on my side, and not the thought in my head!
Everyone has a place they are coming from
Don't goad the horse when it won't run.
I detect sorrow in your eyes
Because there were no alibis.
(chorus)
All the reasons why
You gave it your last try
The only way to forgive yourself
is to take the past off the shelf
It's worthwhile when you pause
Trace the roots, trace the cause
Find a peace under God's sky:
When you know the reasons why.
Our mind is a spectator, but we're also on the stage
We adlib the lines, when we can't find the page.
There's a gap between who we are and who we wish to be.
Who we are is how we deal with that discrepancy.
Some blame others for that gap
Some blame it on fortunes mishap
Some say they meant it all along
Convince themselves there's nothing wrong.
You can replay the movie in your mind
Facing facts can feel unkind
Still, tracing causes breaks the chain,
So you won't show that side again.
All the reasons why,
The thoughts we hide, the truths we deny.
And if your heart can heal again,
It starts with seeing where it’s been.
We’re all just travelers on our own
Kicking ourselves for what we should have known.
At least we have to try.
To find out the reasons why.
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