Line of Inquiry:
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation"
A soul of purest essence
an eternal consciousness
I am ultimate truth
rivers of justice run through
I am an ongoing metamorphosis
becoming a butterfly
every moment
I hold on, but don't cling
laugh, cry and sing
Wrongly downtrodden,
A sheep coated in fake black paint
They forgot to use a permanent
marker
I persist, resist, real and really transparent
Workable, reasonable - a changing wind
who listens to the other side
then will ride off into
everything
Feel the feather that tickles your awareness
with fairness. It's only me you've met
and you wont forget
I once heard a warning from a sailor:
"Don't look at the ocean at night—the darkness offers an escape."
I wonder if it is the same for a soldier staring down a gun barrel.
As they run through dark trenches, fleeing death,does that cold metal cylinder promise a release?
An end to fear.The death of anger.
Or a quiet peace brought to a desolate land.
Many wonder, staring straight into that deep ocean of unforgiving quiet.
But peace demands a price in an empty country.
It means
a mother you will never see,
a wife you will never love,
a child you will never guide—
only eyes wandering a horizon that never ends.
But the sailor never taught me what remains unseen:
the sea always stares back.
It cannot feel your agonizing rage.
It does not share your lonely sadness.
It has no thought of family or friends.
Instead, it only waits for you to jump, and find your peace.
It's been some time since I've last written, staring at the sky while the clock reads 12:37.
My eyes wander, jumping cloud to cloud through rays of moonshine,
noticing holes in the floors of heaven with gleaming eyes.
Stars that twinkle.
Rip Van Winkle? The Time Traveler's Wife?
Thoughts run through my head.
Another ponderous night,
while crickets play music under the moonlight.
Government owls generating hooter calls
as I lay here in the dark.
The wonders of God keep my soul in His Light.
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
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And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
orbs talk to the streets;
a rhyme that moves then breaks.
f i r s t s e c o n d t h i r d s
held to wind; she sways
as night fizzes off a girl's tears
that burn open, the
s t o p s l o w g o s ;
with water taken bright —
run through this light;
she slips then slides.
I Run
I run.
Sometimes I run fast.
Sometimes I slow down.
But I run.
I run. I run.
I wish I could run all day long.
I run.
In my dreams, I'm always running—flying downhill on mountain trails, leaping over rocks and hills, free with every stride.
Oh, I run.
I even love the climb. The incline strengthens me and is kinder to my knees.
I run through challenges.
I run toward purpose.
I run because it makes me feel alive.
Oh, I run.
And as long as I am able...
I will run.
Written: July 19, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Unica Hija
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Dear Fin, you velvet-hearted sprite,
you steal my chair by perfect right;
you rule the house with whiskered grace,
then wear innocence upon your face.
No monarch ever reigned from race.
You stalk a sunbeam down the hall,
declare a feather ten feet tall;
each paper ball, each dancing string,
becomes a wild and wondrous thing—
your kingdom needs no crown at all.
You purr away my clouded hours,
as bees awaken hidden flowers;
your emerald eyes, half-moon, half-flame,
make every ordinary day the same
feel stitched with little miracle game.
When midnight sheds her silver glow.
You run through shadows, quick as flow.
Then cuddle near my sleeping heart.
As if you had known it since the start
It's loyal caretaker during the night.
So here's my ode, dear Fin, to you—
long may you rule with velvet paws,
ignoring every human law;
for every heart must surely bow
to one small cat... especially now.
Grandiose goose wore her high-heeled shoes
to run through town, spreading all kinds of news
she is a gossip, that gibber- fidget goose
I am shocked her parents let her out, on the loose
She has been sued with libel and slander too
Rumors run rampant before she is through
Sure, she dresses well, in those high-heeled shoes
But do not believe her when she says this is news.
I wanna go on a road trip someday
or on a voyage to wander & explore
ALONE or with Someone I Love;
I wanna get away,
Explore Places,
Sleep in the Car.
Stop a Lot Just to admire the view
VISIT MUSEUMS and Try out Coffee Shops
Listening to our favorite Songs while driving,
Have a polaroid camera (Its a must).
Taking pictures of almost everything,
Exept my own Self,
Wanna Run through a forest,
And Chase fog,
And then the Sun,
Staring at galaxy, under the majesticity of the Moon
Spend hours on a field,
Feel the Wind In my hair,
And let go all the fears,
Meet people,
Take time to observe
I wanna make memories
I wanda feel alive.
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I want to get lost in places I've never seen
To find small towns where the roads done seem to end
Or where the roads ended long before.
WELL stop at diners that feel like they are waiting for us
Or maybe we'll talk about nothing
And when the roads fades into review mirror , maybe I'll be different, maybe we'll be different....but untill then...it'll dream or that voyage, of that journey, of that road, of that company.
There it is,
the last day of school,
right around the corner
but knowing I'll never return,
run through these halls again,
makes my backpack feel heavy
but I still have two more years of school
My backpack is getting filled again,
but not for this school anymore
for another,
farther away,
totally new,
where different halls
and different lessons
wait for me
yet in the corner of my attic with my old backpack
and my neatly stacked books
the memories still fill the space
the ones I packed away
to carry with me
Written: May 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
1st place contest winner
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O hallowed recliner, throne of my repose,
you cradle my chaos, you cushion my woes.
With cup-holder majesty, armrest divine,
you whisper: *“Forget the world, the remote is mine.”*
The computer hums like a loyal old pet,
its screen a sanctuary of Wi-Fi regret.
Emails parade like clowns in a ring,
while Netflix insists I watch *one more thing.*
Domestic bliss? Oh, surely it’s this—
a kingdom of crumbs, a fortress of fizz.
The recliner reclines, the keyboard complains,
yet comfort and clutter run through my veins.
So crown me with cables, baptize me in light,
let spreadsheets and sitcoms both bless my night.
For bliss is not roses, nor candlelit cheer—
It’s Wi-Fi that works, and a fridge full of beer.
I lay, I stare, I look around… it's black as pitch. I'm underground.
I'm chained, I'm bound, the walls are tight. Someone help me! Give me light!
Trickles of liquid run through my chains. I smell the blood as it seeps from my veins.
The air hangs heavy and smells of damp earth,
Help me, hear me, give me rebirth!
Despair; it is taking me, my blood draining low, when a rumble above me, it renews my soul
My was my tomb, bound here for certain,
But now I hear them: dig, dig, pull back the curtain.
Its close now I feel it, then the door did burst free,
Someone was sneering, yes, sneering down upon me.
He said not a word, he made no move to help me more.
He simply stuffed a rag in my mouth and with a wicked chuckle, closed the door.
You have the right to cry
You have the right to be sad
You have the right to do anything
that makes you happy,
that makes you smile.
Do what you want to do,
even if you want to run through
the lights of darkness.
Even if you want to pick
the last leaf from the tree.
If I was a cat, I would be a Persian breed, fluffy and fat
And my diamond collar would glitter wherever I'm at
My meow would tell all the birds that I am a queen
And they had better fly off or they’d be my Chow Mein
I’d like to lie in the window seat to bask in the sun
And ignore my owner’s demands, oh what fun
And soon I’d see the red play dot on my beautiful grey fur
She thinks I will chase it, what a bore, I would not stir
I’d cry at the door and scratch and meow loudly too
Until my owner opened it and I'd plan to run through
And head to my neighbor’s house, she’s a sweet lady
I’d meow and pretend to be hungry, I’m so shady
The sweet lady would delightfully open a can of tuna fish
I would rub on her legs and purr, while getting my delicacy wish
And when I am almost done eating my owner would stop by
I would quickly scatter and run home in a blink of an eye
Then I would overhear her ask my neighbor if I am begging again
She would tell her no, she just had a nice visit with a dear friend
I would then be on the window seat, laying on my back
Until my owner approached me with my afternoon catnip snack
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