step back from the cliff
your twenties' brain on the edge
change is not decline
age redraws the roads we know
changing the way your brain thinks
stress rattles the frame
old minds need to avoid storms
rumination rusts
stronger pathways bear the load
as the brain's framework evolves
inside ageing brains
new supporting pathways grow
forming a framework
where nerves trace what years reshape
building a resilient mind
ongoing support
is needed to sustain growth
keep damage away
the stronger the inner frame
the further collapse retreats
movement wakes the brain
trodden pathways branch and bind
feed the frame, not flame
less abuse and fewer harms
give the scaffold room to grow
let the mind wander
explore unfamiliar ground
build fresh connections
try some things you cannot do
strange pathways form as you go
a time traveler
looks back, looks here, dreams forward
builds mental contexts
adds layers to the framework
as time bridges connections
there may be no cliff
if the pathways are well used
framework stays alive
by building mental bridges
transforming decline to change
As summer ebbs, a cooler breath will dart
as Autumn's vibe is felt in every heart.
For, by late August, changes will begin
as shorter days and longer nights sneak in.
This breath will sigh of brilliance in the trees,
as flowers fade and ripened orchards seize.
While crisper air dissolves the humid haze,
new glory soon replaces Summer's phase.
Oh yes, these Autumn breaths will swiftly flow
to form and paint new views of burnished glow.
Reshape the scenes that rose by Summer's sway,
and offer life to us another way.
When Autumn breath shouts, “welcome to my Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.
Oh
I used to let the
demon of me
back me into corners—
deafening confessional sobs
with looming lies—
I used to let delusions
foreshadow my fate—
fear-driven claws
take
take
take.
Now I reshape my devil—
I bewitch horror
into lanterns
of fire made
from its very
teeth.
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A murmur beneath the pattern,
a hairline fracture in certainty
no one expected to see.
A sound without a cause,
a tiny flicker of light.
A shadow untethered by reason,
freed from explanation.
Sometimes the smallest crack
in the pattern let's light
slip through to reshape what we know.
We are taught to ignore the unfamiliar,
to dismiss whatever is strange and untamed.
The peculiar, the unsettling
becomes another fault to repair.
We moor ourselves to reason.
Insisting every mystery
must surrender to an explanation.
Yet, many great discoveries began
with someone pausing, noticing,
when dismissal looked away.
I've seen it all, both war and peace;
Some things remain, or change, then cease.
From the late fifties until now-
Have watched our Nation test its vow.
Perhaps not always the same way,
More so in line with each new day.
Since changes reshape varied styles,
We must accept established trials.
Once, our frontier was the Wild West.
Now outer space becomes our quest.
Inventors blessed us with changed ways;
And gifted us the modern phase.
We stand together with these finds
That alters life, and its designs.
Accept as prime, or seen as bad;
A final fact, or just a fad.
Since that one day so long ago,
Our Independence spread to show,
from thirteen Colonies we grew-
to Fifty States- red, white, and blue.
America, you are the best-
Fulfilled your purpose, met your test.
Land of the Free was meant to be!
Upheld in Life and Liberty!
You will find only in love, for love has its own validity, both the most inteiligent can
Have it or the most basic thinkers as well
It has unbeatable stamina, that will tame the ner'do well, or encourage those that falter, as true love only will do.' Be aware of
Its existence.' For if you find it? It will reshape the worst of you.)
A few return each day
to make me fret
on what I can't forget
is done with, done.
No way back
to make amends
to right the wrongs
to warp the truth
to upend the trends
to reshape the bends
to better the ends.
Swapping heads for tails
starting again
in vain,
in disdain.
Yet still they circle
sly as a fly,
tides that tease,
tug away.
They try
to ask why,
why not,
what might have been,
what could have been—
perhaps,
besides,
the other guise,
to disguise
or deny.
Reality's demise
In the hush of night
It wears my face
Then slips away—
out of place,
out of grace.
Still I wait.
Plastic surgeons reshape plastic people
Artificial intelligence so unreal
Robots do our chores for us
Drones fight our wars for us
Can't go to sleep without a pill
It stalks the shadows of my sleep
Changes its shape each time I peek
Its eyes a darting dance of light
My dream a nightmare taking flight
Yet I feel a sadness there
As if somehow it is our fear
Never alone when it is near
A binding memory we must share
So dance my puppet sycophant
Reshape the clouds of darkened sight
To meet the need of terror’s flight
Escaping in the shadowed night
Knowing that the day will break
And with it our dark shadows take
Solitude, a house no longer a home
Filled with empty promises and scorched hope.
A blood-soaked cape, threadbare and torn, draped atop a shattered shield,
Shards strewn across hollow rooms.
What was a fortress has been reduced to rubble and ruin.
Lying amongst the destruction is a failed hero,
Gasping for oxygen under the spiked boot of oppression.
Haunting laughter bellows through the despondency:
"Did you think anywhere was safe from my grip?"
My parasitic paranoia has infected all sanity.
Don’t you see that you can’t win against fear and hatred?
It breeds and festers within the confines of tainted hearts.
All it takes is one minuscule seed to set the world ablaze.
Now you’re the villain in their eyes, and I am the saviour,
Crushed, broken, and bleeding under my rule.
But I won’t kill you—no, that would be too easy.
I will make you watch, helpless and pleading,
As I reshape this pathetic world into my image.
My nephew is tolerant and fair
Not impressed with a sea of dyed hair
His high school teachers think he's a gem
But he's dismayed by kids wanting to be called they/them.
My niece had a problem with the school bathroom
Other girls vaping marijuana, can't stop, I assume.
I myself don't think it nice
To tell kids to go out and protest ICE.
(chorus)
It's past time we leave the kids alone
Let their worldview start at home
Don't try to reshape them by degrees.
Concentrate on teaching ABC's.
The NEA says teachers must push "gender, class and race."
Seems to me that they are talking out of place.
We spend over 20,000 per student nationwide.
But with those math scores, teachers should hide.
(bridge)
Kids learn slogans, learn what to say,
But can’t explain how loans accrue each day.
Teach them how to think, not what to think,
Then let the cause pushers into the rink.
(final chorus)
It's past time we leave the kids alone
Let their worldview start at home
Let their spirit be carefree
Replace those gender posters with ABC.
In the dark silent night the loudest sound
is your soft voice absent from the landscape
of being and the way you painted life,
as if I could see stars from above bound
in light of your presence; why the reshape?
Reality becomes chaotic strife.
Dark silent night is a desperate void
nurturing nightmares to feed the midwife,
mistress of monsters reaping the brainscape~
against such horror there is no toxoid,
no path-finding fife.
See-
Life is a scam
I see ghosts but aren't scared
I feel dead
How can I dodge evil?
How can I reshape reality?
See, Mike too was an angel
He taught me the scripture
He taught me lies
He said he was a superpower
He said he was my ally
He said he was mighty,
Indeed, he performed wonders
See, I wasn't saved back then-
I heard a preacher say,
"Jesus died for my sins."
I confessed my failures
Allowed Christ to work in me
Now I'm a born again
A living product of salvation
Christ is the way, the truth, and the life
Spread the Gospel, share His glory
For thy Kingdom is your portion
only when your soul is pure
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Looking hard too close
reality frays, unravels—
its seams loosening
jarring certainty open
imagination pours in.
Reality stays
sharp only when unchallenged
The moment you ask—
its borders smear and soften
its lines are smudged by your hands
Edges hard and sharp—
dim, drift, and start dissolving
with a close-up stare
inviting luck, risk, doubt, chance
to sway and reshape the view.
At the fuzzy edge
even time begins to shake—
fixed truths shudder free
all that is solid quivers
in the mirage deforming.
Relentless desire
makes things fall apart and bleed
with your inner want—
casting phantom shapes that stir
over the stark truth revealed.
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words linger like mist~
soft echoes reshape the air
then vanish, somehow
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