With your silent melody,
There’s no day like you
Quite like Christmas, splendidly
You reign supreme in what you do,
Reminding us of easy peace
Of time, solemn and gentle to the tune
Of fork and knife on plates of geese
After the church bell had rung at noon.
In the realm of love, where hearts entwine,
You and I, my love, reign supreme, divine.
Like Roshani and Siddharth, our love will shine,
A bond so strong, a love that's truly sublime.
We're the King and Queen of Hearts, a love so true,
Our hearts beating as one, our love forever new.
Like Romeo and Juliet, our love will stand the test,
A flame that burns so bright, a love that's forever best.
Our love is the stuff of legend, a tale so fine,
A love that's known by all, a love that's truly divine.
Like Orpheus and Eurydice, our love will conquer all,
A love that's strong, a love that will forever enthrall.
In your eyes, my love, I see a love so true,
A love that shines like gold, a love that's forever new.
With every breath, I'll love you till the end of time,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my rhyme.
Our love is a symphony, a harmony so sweet,
A love that's played on the strings of our hearts, a love that can't be beat.
Like Shah Jahan and Mumtaz, our love will be eternal,
A love that's carved in history, a love that's truly celestial.
EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, ‘TIS PUMPKIN SPICE!
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The leaves haven't even thought about turning,
still stubbornly clinging to summer's green,
but the grocery store screams orange.
You see them, the usual suspects, transformed.
Twinkies, once golden vanilla sponge cakes,
now a suspiciously orange hue,
promising pumpkin spice bliss.
Hostess Cupcakes, frosted swirls of autumnal delight,
their chocolate depths now haunted
by the ghost of gourd.
Oreos, America's favorite cookie,
now betraying their chocolate heart
for a limited-edition fling
with their pumpkin spice centers.
And M&Ms, ah those little,
candy-coated spheres of madness,
each one a tiny, orange lie,
whispering of harvest festivals
and sweater weather.
‘Tis a pumpkin spice apocalypse,
a sugary sweet, nutmeg and cinnamon invasion.
I laugh, a little crazed, a little delighted.
Bring it on, I say,
to the Twinkies, the Hostess cupcakes,
the Oreos, the M&Ms,
let pumpkin spice reign supreme!
Yes, let's be honest,
it's ridiculous, but
I'm totally here for it.
Now, where’s the pumpkin spice Pepto Bismol?!
we all pray for peace
A L
E. x L.
W x P
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P x x x A
E x x x Y.
A x x x R
C x O
E. * F
** **
* * *
* *
* * give our earth back to nature
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let love reign supreme
There’s beauty in imagining great things;
It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~
Visions of peasants ordained to be kings,
And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems.
It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams.
Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans;
It squeezes water from dry desert stones.
It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand,
Lifting us from known realms to worlds unknown,
Where minds may wander due to no command.
It’s real hopes that imagination brings,
With peace of mind when sane minds reign supreme,
With thoughts that glide without the need for wings—
Yet still give false hopes life may not redeem.
You will find them in the best dream,
in a green meadow or by a clear stream.
Among every pair, they reign supreme.
Sunshine and breeze make quite a team.
Bruised and battered, I still remain.
Each scar a tale of silent pain.
Two years of hell, I walked alone,
A fractured heart, a broken bone.
They never saw, they never knew,
The storms I fought, the nights I blew.
Yet from the rubble, I now arise,
A flame unyielding, burning skies.
With wings of hope, I soar anew,
Embracing dawn, embraced by blue.
Past shadows fade, the light calls me near,
In every breath, a whisper clear.
Resilient spirit, fierce and bold,
I gather strength from stories told.
With every heartbeat, I claim my fight,
A symphony of dreams igniting the night.
In the tapestry of stars, I weave my truth,
A testament to courage, forever uncouth.
From ashes rise, no fear to glean,
In the dance of life, I reign supreme.
A wave tamed the air,
A deadly stare swallowed the thunder.
I am god on earth,
But I wish we Gods could converse.
If I have dominion here,
I should speak to the dead
And alas, they rise.
Or is it just moonlight tales
That man is supreme
Where animals alike dwell?
Why then do men fear lions
Filthy things we could stomp underfoot?
Shameful, we dare not tread into the jungle,
Lest our bones remain.
If men are gods on earth,
Who then serves us?
Tempers slip from my grasp,
As I witness gods frightened at the sight of the wild.
Those meant to obey us
Reign supreme, yet feign humility.
Mocking us with a little roar
And we break into sweat,
Even lose our bladder.
Who exactly is god on earth?
What creates a mood
better than music
A tonic to fill
the empty spaces
and writer’s block
What transports the words
better than music
As Elton, Paul
and Cole have shown
— its gift to reign supreme
(The New Room: March, 2025)
In a World where mirrors lie/
And falsehoods find their stride/
The Narcissistic wanders by/
With grandeur in their eyes/
A veneer of charm and grace/
A smile that's falsely sweet/
Behind the mask, a hollow space/
Where empathy is in retreat/
Entitled to the highest praise/
They bask in admiration/
But challenge them, sparks will blaze/
A storm of retribution/
For in their realm, they reign supreme/
A fragile crown they wear/
When faced with a no answer/
They will plot and scheme/
Revenge laid bare, beware/
They'll spread the whispers, twist the truth/
A smear campaign begun/
To tarnish those who dare rebuke/
Their vengeance never done/
So guard your heart, be firm and wise/
Set boundaries, stand your ground/
The Narcissistic grand disguise/
In truth, is lost, is lost unbound/
They seek the world to kneel and bow/
To fuel their empty fire/
But look beyond the surface now/
And see their true attire/
In recognizing what is real/
We break illusion's hold/
The essence of their dark appeal/
A tale that's often told/
Say it to fear,
That I've shaken off his grasp
His lies no longer hold me captive
His smiles, a facade that will soon pass
Now, a phoenix I am
Transformed from the ashes of my past
The scent of smoke and ash still lingers
I rise, unshackled from the chains that bound
With the new mended wings, my spirit is found
Through the vast expanses of my soul
I chart the unknown, made whole
The stars align, a new path unfolds
As I conquer the shadows, young and old
Say it to fear,
That I've broken free from his hold
His voice, a whisper, no longer bold
My heart, a flame, that burns with gold
Now, the goddess I am, to myself
My name etched on the throne of my soul
I reign, supreme, with a heart full of cheer
My spirit, a beacon, that shines crystal clear
Watch me as I ponder, and claim my rightful state
With the power crowned on my head, I create
A world of wonder, where love is the guide
And fear, a fading whisper, lost in the tide.
"Their cross will decay
Rome will be as a phoenix
Helios will reign supreme"
"The sun always sets
Accept the eagle’s old age
Find dominion in your mind"
All night I was ensnared by the thought of you,
An unexpected yet enchanting muse,
Lost in the labyrinth of your deep, haunting eyes,
A smoldering ember of desire within me lies.
Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony,
Unapologetic affection setting us both free.
To trace the trails of your warm, silken skin,
Knocking softly at your door, as you let me in.
Your embrace, a refuge from the chill of the night,
As we entwine beneath the moon’s silver light,
Breathless sighs and fervent moans,
You ascend atop me, you’re my queen and I’m your throne
In this nocturnal realm, you reign supreme,
A midnight monarch in a gothic dream.
From somewhere 'out there',
It appears that ignorance has landed
on our dear planet and is now building
new foundations of greed, injustice, and revenge.
This ignorance is creating divisions and differences.
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES IN A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE.
Unfortunately, it is a life fragmented and pulled apart.
Common sense has taken flight and is now soaring like an
eagle. Both accountability and sustainability have far less merit,
rendering us oblivious to consequences. This year, 2024, I pray
that you will grant us wisdom so that we may resolve our differences.
I pray for the doom of ignorance and for true justice
to come and reign supreme. I pray for the expeditious
return of common sense and accountability. I pray that
you will grant us wisdom so that we may gather at the table
of love and respect so that we may resolve our many differences.
And O Lord, may you forgive us of our arrogance,
and shine a new light upon the dark pathways that
we have chosen and are so dangerously treading.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen.
"I am because we are," a truth profound,
In Ubuntu's philosophy, our humanity's found.
Our shared existence, interconnectedness so strong,
In unity we thrive, together we belong.
To be truly human, the first maxim shows,
Recognize others' worth, let empathy flow.
Through others, our mirror, humanity's reflected,
Respectful relations bloom, connections perfected.
When choices arise, wealth or life to save,
Opt for life's preservation, the second principle crave.
For human value, far outweighs riches' gleam,
Thus, benevolence and compassion reign supreme.
Even the king’s power, the third tenet’s clear,
Springs from people's will, to whom he owes dear.
His status, a communal gift from voices below him,
Their will becomes his role, to uphold without a whim.
Solidarity's our strength, collectivity’s our might,
A life of sharing, a love life radiating light,
“Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu,” the Zulu recite,
Let’s live Ubuntu's truth, day and night.
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