Divination schemes,
shamlet in full effect.
An effective tactic,
the method discovered from
another scammer.
In high fidelity,
on full display.
HDMI.
4K.
Done got dirty
in front of God
and all em.
Cold crimson,
Monday Crimes,
Uncirculated dimes.
Montage rewinds,
all this time
to be put upon mine.
The Polar Shift Successor,
Evolutionary Competitors.
Unpopular portraits
of Presidential
candidate winners.
Walk our way
with that unsuspecting
Big Purse.
The truth is
that
The truth hurts.
It only takes
one adversary
to turn the ruthless room
against you.
Fool.
a time for us
never did find
the clock
was it too fast
or was it to slow
I don’t know
time unwinds
the mistakes
that were made
time rewinds
then replays
small things
large things
words said
words unsaid
words stuck
in the heart
dying
from lack
of light
lack of chance
too late now
the clock
has stopped
never
forever
a time for us
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
In cohesion they recite
Walking in a prideful cheer
Towards thy who's proud to have accomplished a task so mean.
Broadened her smile seems
As a feathery crown she wears
In her imagination
Just to feel like the queen she's named by reality.
Wow!
Her mind exclaims
For she sees what was clouded
Before the road was paved by an idea
Formidable by thy's mind.
Thankful she remains as she's taken aback.
A mouthful of rewinds
Comfortable in the depths of her luxurious heart ,
Where a victory unforgotten is crowned.
Connection.
Dots scattered—
Unclear,
What will they become?
Pen in hand, unerasable.
The next stroke—
unknown.
The future—
a blank canvas.
One chance to fill it.
No rewinds.
Brush and color in hand.
Beauty or ugly.
Satisfied or not.
Every line and stroke
Your decision.
Right or wrong,
Good or bad.
People will only see the end.
So make it for yourself.
With no regret.
Make it worth it.
26 Oct 2025
3:49 Pm
A stream flows down from 1966.
Memories made vivid as years pass and age is fixed.
Barely out of diapers sitting on the back porch posing for a picture with sis.
Playing with cousins in the leaves and autumn mist
Turning the bend a new age begins
Starting school and making friends
The stream then turns to river and the rapids start to rage
20 years deep the and rushing so fast upon rocks smashed my cage
Now captain of my river boat fine
Filled with sounds some joyful some sublime
Onward I continue to fast to notice
First one new mountain and then two their own streams and motives
With damaged hull and well worn decks
Age takes it toll not sparing a speck
Now time rewinds and lets me review what went by in a hurry
Time spent well and time spent in worry
The ocean is nearer every day
Soon into the sunset I will sail and stay
TIME AND GRACE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
time and grace intertwine
time gives us moments
grace restores and bestows
time unfurls
seconds dance
minutes waltz with hours
time marches forward
days turn into years
never rewinds
time beguiles
always alludes
denotes impermanence
grace guides
illuminates life’s labyrinths
makes us whole
grace whispers
moves with elegance
ballet in motion
grace soothes
flows like river
brings purpose and ease
time and grace a duo
subtle yet profound
transcendent and unbound
A voice recorded, soft but clear,
Echoes pain we failed to hear.
Hannah spoke from shadows deep,
Of secrets buried none should keep.
A hallway's whisper, locker stares,
Unseen wounds and empty chairs.
A photo passed, a cruel slight,
Each reason dimmed another light.
Justin's love turned into blame,
Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame.
Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin,
The silence loud—it let him win.
Clay rewinds but can't undo,
The paths they crossed, the truths they knew.
Mr. Porter, blind and slow,
Let chances slip and let her go.
Zach took notes but not her cries,
While Tyler's lens revealed the lies.
Alex sank beneath the weight,
Of guilt, too heavy and too late.
Thirteen stories, thirteen names,
A map of hurt, a trail of flames.
In every voice, a fractured plea:
“Would someone have stood up for me?”
The world unravels like a threadbare flag—
stitched in whispers, undone by the weight of sky.
You stand accused of love’s ancient crime,
the heart’s embezzlement, the art of leaving.
But who can blame the eternal lover
when the clock rewinds without consent?
The same moon tugs at the hem of the ocean,
the same stars blinking like guilty witnesses,
and here, again, this fragile fabric
of what surrounds us—still stained
from the last time we were here.
To lose you: a wound deep enough
to unseam time itself. I’d rather
see the world collapse into a single moment,
a black hole eating its own memory,
than watch you vanish.
This time, this time:
the hymn repeats itself,
a needle caught in vinyl’s slow suicide.
Even love cannot outpace entropy.
So look around:
a world in doubt is still a world.
A crime committed in the name of love
is still a prayer. And this time around,
we'll call it salvation,
even as it ruins us again.
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and
freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft:
Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
His Overboard Tale
My captain bellows, “heave-ho.”
Off the plank I go, overboard.
I plunged into the night, entangled in
aberrant irises of the deep.
When my abject insanity rewinds,
I wish that I had swallowed the sea.
The kiss of salt and seaweed,
the wretch filled my lungs.
The Shes were more fish than maid
with huge hips and floundering tails.
The strange language of burbles,
their breasts made me gag…
Seahag hair, menacingly like Medusa’s.
I surmised sirens locks would actually bite.
My dreams capsized.
Why am I alive?
I’d rather that the chest be covered.
I shall never recover.
That’s why this landlubber
drinks and drinks, burbles.
At the end I was found on a rock.
I hit the rocks hard.
Swallow the water, lad.
Leave no room for desire.
Mermaids are a misnomer;
breaststroking in Bruichladdich proof.
Have a swim lad in this label
and stay far away from shore.
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem,
roll those dice and take a chance;
Open my heart and try extreme,
wandering a new venue or back road;
Roll those dice and take a chance;
So spontaneous you’re finally alive
as that sunny song sizzles the air;
Open my heart and try extreme;
Raw emotions are a roller coaster,
let yourself free fall enjoy the flight;
Wandering a new venue or back road
in warm weather with dilated eyes,
with each replay that rush rewinds.
Music is my therapy,
and yet, confusion rewinds,
in my mind,
dynamic notes of melancholy.
But when ebony keys electrify,
harmony bids darkness goodbye.
When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.
For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.
There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.
As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.
Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.
Overall repeatedly
In the past living
Future blurred
The trees and woods
Overwhelming
Fogging not to see
Rehearsals over and over again
Until the past wins
Seeking not to be positive
Negativity all around
Moments, up and down.
Motivated to be heard
From boldness to firm
Lessons have been learned.
Note: In an environment of negativity? Stay focused on positivity.
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates
There once was a little covered bridge
At a brook nearby when I was young
I’d travel there with a picnic
I wanted to be in some far away land
The brook carried my stories away
Now, the memories welded, remain
Watching the little fish swim…
Listening to my portable pink radio…
Sitting near the tall pine grove…
As if this covered bridge was mine
At least those days I went there,
It was in a way, for a short time
My location of peace, I’d pretend was home
Maybe now in memory, it has found its place
To be just that, as my mind rewinds and returns
To a pleasant vision that is never forgotten
And a brook that still sings my life’s song
Heidi Sands
11/30/22
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