it is a vigilant path we must tread at times
pull an intimate confidant close, with caring prudence
draw attention to behavior
a gentle tap to the shoulder
please think this over
here we reach into the depths of astute thinking
the true friend who stands not at the ledge
looking down upon some disaster
but into the eyes of a beloved one
who realizes some never fear
to be a friend when others walk away
those who we are told in the wisdom of love
would lay down life in a moment's notice
a true friend remains as such, no matter the price
that devotion comes with discernment, insight
an obligation to each other
times we need to pause and listen
as my mother would tell you
an intelligent man's self-assurance
carries the judgment that he may be wrong
Oregon 9/7/26
In a room without walls,
stars lie scattered across a long workbench,
each one dimmed in a different way~
some cracked at the edges,
some holding a faint pulse
like a memory trying to stay lit.
Tools hang from nothing:
a hammer made of cooled starlight,
a spool of night threaded with silence,
a brush that leaves a trail
only the dark can read.
Someone
or something shaped like someone~
leans over a fractured constellation,
turning it slowly in their hands
as though checking where the story failed.
A soft sound rises,
not quite sorrow,
more like the sigh a myth makes
when it realizes it can’t return
to the shape it once held.
Pieces of old legends
glow on the floor,
still warm from the moment
they fell out of belief.
A wing, a vow,
a name that used to matter~
all waiting to be reassembled
into whatever truth remains.
And in the far corner,
a single star brightens,
not repaired,
not restored,
just choosing to shine
despite the fracture
running through its center.
Kingdom’s way
Sunrises to Sunsets
Living enterprises
Decisions in making realizes
Blessing for sure
Praising not to ignore
Living survival
Journeying through experiences
All preparations
Days into tomorrow’s
Night full dreams
Maneuvering through darkened portals
Heaven’s delightful tours
A place the Lord prepared as a promise
A room one day
Peaceful and calm
Joyful and praying flow
Fact and no lies
Story enhanced from glory
Lead me on Father
Walking on the grounds of assurance
Heaven’s influence
Understanding what my Grand Mother said along
By one day after
Now I know
Here I am to say
One day will be Heaven’s gateway.
The clandestine creep
Started with a grandiloquent speech
And his surreptitious subterfuge
Has everyone confused
He said "Now grapple with the apple"
He said "has God really said"
Did God really mean that if you eat of it
You will end up dead?
The clandestine creep
Is after Jesus’ sheep
And His hands will reap
And He will forever keep
He attempts to rival God
Even walked where God trod
He attempts to corrupt things everywhere
He is the prince of the power of the air
Once the anointed luminary
Once light, until he was found contrary
Parading as an angel (as one of the guise)
To gain converts for the lord of the flies
Not as an aesthete, he steals
Instead of enjoying what God reveals
He realizes as bell’s knells, as the bell peals
He’s an A.I. of God that never kneels
An artificial insubordinate (A.I.)
Unfortunately, you are real
You’re the Godzilla to mankind
With our blunders we must deal
When a man blames the world,
his journey has miles yet to go.
When he turns the blame upon himself,
he has walked halfway through the storm.
But when he blames no one—
not the world, not fate, not himself—
and accepts what is,
without surrendering to it,
he no longer searches for the road.
He simply walks.
And somewhere along the way,
he realizes—
he has already arrived.
IQ measures common intelligence.
Brain power realizes, analyses.
High IQ of Polymath surprises.
Average IQ gives us enough guidance.
Social IQ is too much important
for leaders in political strife
also, for each in domestic life
to act and interact at any instant.
Emotional IQ to respect not to ignore
to feel mental status of others,
to resonate for birds of same feathers
on closeness in relationship to explore.
Spiritual intelligence sensual and real
controlling all the three, higher or lower
distributing reasoning, emotion and power.
Soul IQ when high is divine and ethereal.
A flashy robe doth ego wear
to hide its bumps and bruises
camouflage, distracts discerners
from its many ruses
A child realizes what’s beneath
is what to stay away from
Though we adults can never peel
an onion's layer of mystery
Thus, in the end, the final blow
when before the Lord, it must confess
it should have worn
~ a simple dress
July 28, 2026
Disrobing ego Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
In the vast universe of crowd around
One forgets to feel his own presence and charm
Everything else seem so perfect and impeccable
One does not value his own potential and worth
But,when one realizes his inner self
He understands his soul and worth
He starts to love himself
Fearing no lies and betrayal
Though the world is full of lies and fallacies
The inner self knows,what he is
No one can fool him with a fake smile
Once he follows the path of wisdom
In solitude, one feels his value
Understanding, what he seeks
Loving thyself is the greatest feeling
The worth of which,nobody can rate
When one understands his thoughts and beliefs
He knows,what he actually needs
The emotions and feelings that the heart holds
In search of inner self, one can know
One understands what he believes and why
Does not need any approval from others to survive...
Aurora: "the rest of the summer, its blank night sky, that twinkles softly with graceful tries to blend the softness of the night with deepening lulls that musically alight."
Lucifer: "I vaingloriously instate another well of darkness upon the firmament escape, little doves and coy wolves, deities like us must press our luck."
Uraeal: "Insipid, really."
Kate: "The longest field in this place of woe should call the calling pigeon and pigeonhole our goals."
RK: "Oui Oui these said it was best, I'd look to a new heaven but havens come rent."
arophc varuag: "I came for lit happenings I see now today, the main little droves have gone to back horseplay."
PW1: *Realizes he is needed near the well, but turns for a morsel of the usual melody*
The forbidden one: *Catches up with the gamblers who have gambled with the day*
Zeus: "I venture forsook thee as thy often finds the book is readied its spine in its prime."
Helel: "Only the few have found such fortunes like a cookie from China that has yet to be opened."
DR Dragon: "For half of this time, I shan't read a thing that isn't the bribe."
---End of act III---
Baseball’s beauty lives not in stadium lights
but in the wild, unclaimed corners of childhood~
in a stolen field behind a weather-worn house,
in a cracked bat wrapped with hope and duct tape,
in the laughter of kids who believed
a pasture could become a dream.
It lives in the courage to trespass into wonder,
in the dust rising beneath running feet,
in the way a ball soaring through summer air
can feel like freedom itself.
And sometimes its beauty is found
in the moment a child realizes
that every field has a keeper,
every dream a cost,
and every mistake a chance
to grow into grace.
Void of silent echoes begin to listen
As obsidian stillness refuses to glisten.
A touch of unknown gentleness stirs the soul
Completely known, and yet its presence is whole.
The ego tries to suppress this magnificent event,
Claiming to survive with malicious intent.
Imminent calm touches the forbidden fear.
Whispering its true peace to the ego for it to hear.
The heart senses the conflict of this ongoing torment.
It feels the despair as the ego thrashes in pain; it foments.
The heart touches this conflict with the joy of Love.
Gentle Silence makes the ego aware, to let go of the dove.
The ego realizes that the belief it holds must dissolve.
For all that is human, must embrace anew to ascend and evolve.
When the man finds his true love, you will wonder what went wrong. All the conversations you both had and all the videos you shared with one another will be a constant treadmill in your thoughts. The love he had for you was strong, and you treated it as a weakness. What you want in life will only come to fruition, but it will be at a deadly cost. What you want is not the need you must have for success in your marriage and with your children. You can't worry about the past and project it onto all of your relationships. The man has kept a careful watch on you and realizes that he would always be second and third to your heart. You are not worth his time, nor is it worth his time to have any relationship with you. This is goodbye to the man who wanted you to be his rib, to have his heart, to have a ring on your left ring finger, and to be the mother of his children.
The husband decided
To take a stand
Assert his rights
Make his demand
Thought he was holding
All the cards in his hand
Now he realizes
Things did not go as planned
His brain and his mouth
Left his heart unmanned
Anger and bitterness
Quite eloquently spoke
The heart left with no defense
Naturally got broke
The wife watches quietly
As not once she spoke
For none of this madness
Did she evoke
What a cruel.. cruel joke
Mess with her head
Breakup a marriage instead
Joker~vs~Jester
Throw in the towel enough said
Someone will get to have me when she realizes she wish she did,
At this point I do NOT care if it is to late for her when she realizes it,
I did what I did,
Kid or NOT,
I am getting pretty sick,
We were NOT designed to live alone,
I do NOT mess with kids,
That can be taken in more ways than one,
But I do have a heart,
I just hope that whoever gets it,
Will NOT have it stepped on again...
I am NOT looking for enemies but friends,
They are the people on whom we depend upon,
In the end I do believe that I am NOT wrong,
This is my plea, hope, and song,
I guess at this point it would be just as beneficial to hit a bong,
The gong could go off but I would NOT go for it,
I NO longer am that into meditation,
A vacation would be better,
Toes in the sand, a girl in a bikini, and a nice glass of gin,
Would keep me grinning,
At that point I would whip out my ID and say that “yes,”
In fact, my name is Glenn,
Yet call me G3,
My friends who hinted that I was too easy,
Seemed to leave me anyways but what I would have to say would be this is NOT the fin...
As the sun rises against the black sky,
He realizes that he let yet another day pass him by
He thinks that there’s no use in trying
All he can think about now is dying
But then she appears,
And dries his tears
She becomes his sun, and he her night,
She is his warm, healing light
Now, he has a reason to not wanna die:
He could never bring himself to make her cry
Together, they watch as the darkness fades away
And he notices that his world is now no longer filled with gray
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