We were together during the time of my youth
I was fascinated by us because we loved in truth
There wasn't anything we wouldn't share with each other
I think we both knew that we wanted to take things further
What I didn't realize at that moment is that no one loves like you do
No one would tolerate me regardless of what we go through
No one would understand and cater to my emotional needs
No one would compromise instead of giving me the third degree
No one would put meaning into music and dedicate it to us
No one would spend time with me without being so much in a rush
Time has proven to me that I let a good one get away
I'm going to live with this regret each and every day
True I was young and immature and trying to find out who I was
It seem as though this is something that everyone does
You were a constant reminder every time a relationship failed
In pain I would always wonder how far your ship as sailed
I wish on the day I married you i knew what I knew right now
No one loves the way you do because they don't know how.
old man sitting on a park bench
watching children playing bygone days
The house I was born in,
used to stand right here.
I was just one more hungry child
destined to grow old and die.
Right here in this schoolyard,
I learned life’s valuable lessons.
The more you have,
the more you get,
the more you want.
Here’s the church,
that taught me,
no one cared,
about lost souls.
Only how much,
is in the collection,
plate.
This is the highway,
where I found out,
if I went too far.
I would never,
make it back.
No matter how hard I try
Nipper”
A small dog waits
beside the brass horn,
ears lifted,
body held in that soft readiness
only devotion can teach.
Once a wanderer,
he learned the shape of shelter
in the warmth of a single voice.
Now the room is quiet,
yet he leans
toward the horn’s bright mouth
as though a familiar breath
might rise again
from its painted metal.
Brush in hand,
he works the canvas again,
colours deepening
around the small dog’s frame.
The horn waits, bright at the rim,
and the dog leans toward it,
steady as breath before a word.
Nothing moves in the room
except the faint shift of his ears,
as though some quiet spark
might rise from the metal
and meet him halfway.
.
None of us old folk ever talk about
how we were forced to play outside
every weekend and every summer day
from sunup until streetlights glow.
All the sunburned faces,
shoulders and ears,
wet clothes and frozen toes.
sweltering heat, torrential rain,
blizzards of drifting snow.
But oh,
how we do love to ramble on
about how much fun we had watching
mud puddles drying,
icicles melting,
and how excited we were to watch the grass grow
into yet another year.
Much time was wasted pursuing narrow goals,
birthing attachments we were loathe to let go,
so life after life we kept changing our roles,
always in bondage to our wayward ego,
amidst shape shifting illusions it controls,
till the day we chose to make speed of thought slow,
instrumentalised like a limb so to speak,
thereby easily plugging energy leak.
Looking back we see that we were always free
but since we knew not that we are living light,
deluded by desires, bound to our mind tree,
contracted by fears, we knew not bliss delight
till the day we got head and heart to agree
and in the void of silence garnered clear sight,
whence as the vaporised self, as the bliss flame,
doing nothing at all, we fulfilled our aim.
I Tried To Write
The World's Shortest
Love Poem Once...
But I Can't Have: U
And It's Not
Much Of A
Poem
With Nothing There.
This Is Longer.
I Guess Capturing
A Memory Sometimes
Is All Explanation.
The Essence,
The Joy In Your Heart
Still Unspoken.
-Gray Squirrel
10-06-2025
A chick plucked off its wing
Down the tall oak branches it sung
A song sung nigh free of yearning
Down the hazy amber elm til its life hung
Near the shore, a kindred spirit melted its last candle
Melted under the dark night sky, its damping light drew him closer
Resuscitating his clockwork, its hand ticked, he threw himself in the shore, without a single ripple
A short-lived sight of a light that chose to fly away, and away, further, and further
I took a stroll down an old park, visited by a dream ever so distant
With ideals buried asunder, I selfishly blew those old autumn roses, greenheads who lost their vigor
I dare not to turn back, a bent world was left with carvings reduced to a remnant
With time and life that will soon disappear, I yearn that lost feeling of fervor
It was windy, greenery with some sprinkle of the big bright sun.
You walked past me, smiling brighter than the sun.
Covered in a cladded silky white dress,
You bring the cold breeze.
I stare at your back,
Then to your smile.
Slowly reminiscing,
The past that we shared.
I missed those days,
Days when you and I are having fun.
I would rather experience it once again,
Feel the warmth of your body against mine,
Than the warmth of you blood flowing down.
Life without money
Very boring and funny
But educative
No company to commune with
Solitude your best friend
Constantly reminiscing and relearning.
A broke man, a lonely man
Bitter many days, always angry and worried
Many label him lazy
Forgetting hard times humble people
Many call's him crazy
When caught laughing and happy all alone.
When a man is down
If there's no leaning shoulder
It takes God and miracle
No body understand
Every action or reactions
Makes him lazy and crazy
If you listen and support people
Instead of condemning or humiliating them; They're liberated from whatever.
Heaven and Earth met face to face
Debating who's the greater place
You see the earth had much to offer
But heaven was the perfect place
Souls gathered in the heavenlies
Reminiscing God's great plans
The earth new nature's secrets
Heaven knew the angels' plans
It was time the Lord stepped in
Show your part and participation
My soul rings out for both of them
And My heart feels such elation
Sitting under this Weeping Willow
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.
The special times I spent with my
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.
They're no longer here, God took
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in the clouds my son, that's
where I'll always be."
Now I go through life wishing I had
spent more time with them.
Wishing, I could go back in time
and relive my life again.
On a beautiful sunny day when those
beautiful clouds roam free.
I see the outline of my Mother's face,
like she said, my Mother, Anais.
It seems like yesterday I stood by a field,
Uncle Tom's orchard nearby, abundant and fair.
The sun shone bright, the wind blew slow and yielded,
And trees danced to a tune that only nature shared.
I waited for my friends, eager to begin
Our blissful play, and let our joyous spirits spin.
But then I heard my name, and with a glowing face,
I turned, expecting friends, but found a different place.
The city's chaos reigned, with noise and disarray,
And I, a stranger, felt lost in the fray.
The world had changed, and I, with it, did stray,
And wondered if I, too, had changed with the passing day.
And so I ponder, lost, in this unfamiliar land
My friend
My friend
where did you go
And how long
Have i been gone
where is the friend
Once i have known
The one that showed me
A friendship so strong
He opened his arms
His heart and his home
He was always there
To keep me from wrong
For years and years
I searched and i rome
Hunting for the friendship
Oh that i for long
lost now and all alone
No longer am I headstrong
Oh please my friend
I can no longer go on
Without you my friend
I just don't belong
We must rebuild unbreak
and rebend
The unbreakable Bond
Between two friends
This is my plea to make admends
Help me regain
The strength you infringed
In my heart and my soul
Help me refill the big gaping hole
So I may finally be once again whole
In your heart
Is where I belong
My friend
My friend
The memories still simmer
My friend
My friend
Do you remember
The Friend in Me
Once you have known
Just like season
People come and go
With their own reasons
For their own benefits
Breaking or making you
Time unveil it all.
Some reminisce
Others resent
Many splatter tears
Some tears of joy
Others tears of bittersweet
Depends on your review.
The best way to reminisce
Is to do without resentment
Not being attached to the past
Beautiful or awful events
They are the artist of life
Sharpening our attitude and behavior.
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