A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
I open my eyes, drink my coffee,
And exchange a glance with the cat.
I also breathe in the fresh air,
Along with the air of cleaning up cat poop.
The cat I chose,
Whether it runs away or stays in my arms,
We each go our own way.
I no longer hold you back.
I have already swallowed the memories.
Even if you leave, I will not cry.
Just as we met again because we needed each other,
If needed someday, we shall meet again.
The smell of cat poop and urine in the restroom.
Blaming myself is only just beginning.
Like the Lord, the shepherd to you, my new baby cat,
I guide you and we set off on our journey once more.
Set off by the smallest sip,
feed me what I want.
A rushed drip.
Luminous shade of darkness,
taste it on my lips.
Blown sadness.
Maneuvering souls like pawns
such a rapscallion,
selling bronze.
I’m struck by your glow,
fierce mellow.
Still stands the night,
an immovable mountain.
A light snowfall of moonlight
on its exposed terrain.
An isolated star shimmers and shakes
its avalanche of brilliance,
outshining myriads of lesser snowflakes
that adorn the night’s somnolence.
In the lee of this mountain,
amongst taupe shadows deep,
three riders their clutches tauten
halting their steely steeds, while other men sleep.
Their chill- wizened faces
look up to the sky
whilst blind night embraces
the three Magi.
Through centuries they’ve travelled
like astronauts through space
though men still hadn’t unravelled
the first mystery that had taken place
on the outskirts of this beleaguered city.
They gaze at the star questioning:
was man ready for the immensity
of the Second Coming?
The frosty light of the star
then started to melt and wane.
It was too soon for the avatar,
the world was still profane.
They re- revved their machines
and set off into orbit exquisite.
Astronomers observing the dying sheen
said t’was a star of hope that surely would revisit.
Hand and hand our journey began
As we set off on our journey of marriage
Along the way both have made mistakes
The wounds received a needed bandage
But those wrongs still created barriers
That seems we are unable to overcome
The painful heartbreaks formed the foundation
And our anger is where the walls came from
We've spent years building this home
So our love would have a place to dwell
The home was constructed all wrong
We should have known it would fail
Is this love of ours worth anything to you
Are you still so firmly set on being done
I can't force you to stay here with me
But remember divorces are never won
face was dissatisfied with her life
she spoke to head about their strife
he wanted something different too
I want to be witty, do not you?
She did not care about being witty
but she wanted to move to a city
They decided in a dream one day
To move to New York far away
I want to be an apartment house she said
“I agree!” instantly said the rest of her head
They detached from their body
And set off on a jet on the dot-ee
They conjured up a base and planted roots
Became an apartment housing for violins and flutes
People tried to move in too
But face and head said “shoo, shoo shoo!”
Where are the rugged individualists of yesteryear
the men with faces carved from rock
and skin as tight as leather
To confront the neighborhood bullies
to tell ‘em where they can take their act
and the dangerous explosives they set off
To take back America’s mean streets
~ to replace them with safe, free streets
Can't you see the vibrant reds decorate the horizon?
The leaves crumble, but the trunk remains stuck in position
The two birds swoop by, they're just like you and I
Floating to the canopy to gather materials to nest
But once they arrive, the tree's roots have gone dry
Nothing for the young lovers with future plans
Once they set off, the tree cackles quietly
It fools the ones who need it the most
And for those who were born with gold in their palms?
They get the most of the leaves and the shielding bark
But the poisoned sap left afterwards tricks each con artist
Sweet like maple syrup, it churns the gut and stops the heart
For every day of mockery was like a yellow sign wielding caution
Even the plants which are twisted like chain link
Had motives and viewpoints, while reserved and cunning...
I am an elementary schooler.
The sunlight beats down,
and I long for a piece of candy.
Passing by a shop,
that jewel-like candy
beckons to me.
I fumble through my pockets.
Fifty won in loose change.
With the hope and dreams of that candy,
I set off into the future.
I am an adult.
I glance at the candy
and just pass it by.
The candy steals a quiet look at me.
I am a middle schooler.
On a day when the large snowflakes fall,
I stare at a street cart selling fish cakes.
I fumble through my pockets.
Five hundred won in loose change.
Swallowing my hunger and my dreams,
I set off toward the distant dream of fish cakes.
I am in my middle age.
The fish cakes, the candy,
they no longer beckon to me.
Three days before my passing,
I walked. Sometimes, I walked backward.
Looking back at the candy and fish cakes left behind me.
The candy no longer cares for me.
The fish cakes no longer gaze at me.
Only the blazing, intense sunlight stands profoundly before me.
I am in my infancy.
Before me, the candy and the fish cakes are shining.
love rest,love is at peace,age of 93
age of 93 is a quote of love and peace
age is just a number but quote is love and peace
knowing a quote,knowing a number,knowing love and peace
knowing peace,knowing love,knowing at the age of 93
quote of the unknown,quote of the known
the unknown is the known of love and peace
daddy I’ve known you for 55 years
through the good and bad times you gave me wisdom and experience
wisdom and experience I will know the rest of my life
a skill set,a skill wisdom,a skill experience
you gave me the knowledge of wisdom
you gave me the skill to set off and settle in life
the sunset settle off in a skill of life
skill and peace settle you off in the next life
the next life you will carry the throne like a king
the next life you will live in a kingdom of kings and queens
queen of mountain,king of mountain shall give you the throne,throne of god
mountain of queen,mountain of king shall give you the love you desire
full of mountain,full of queens,full of kings
full of mountain shall give you the desire to live like a king and queen
Where is the dress, where I hold the edge of the seam
My formally flowing reservoir of dopamine?
Against her skin I made epiphanies of gold
Despite my tender age of several days old
I once vowed to not escape her silky touch
As I grew old, it turned trapping much
Beside her, now matured, I grasp my creation
She watches and grins; I met her expectations
Now with her gone, I must voyage for approval
For that is how the human mind copes with removal
Her warm aura of blossoming rosemary
It only turned out to be...temporary
I turn to face you now, Sir Statuary
Before I set off on this forever ferry
Could this destination become final?
Like my heart, which always ends on a high note?
I'VE SEARCHED FOR HAPPINESS IN THE MIDDLE OF CHAOS.
SOUGHT FOR LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS.
ADAPTED TO THE DAY BECAUSE I WOULD ONLY COME ALIVE AND BE ACTIVE AT NIGHT.
SET OFF IN FEAR AND TREPIDATION, WHILE MANEUVERING AND HIDING IN THE SHADOWS.
ABSCONDING AND BEING ON THE RUN WAS ROUTINE
AND EMBEDDED IN MY DAILY LIFE.
DECISIONS, EXPERIENCES, AND LOST TIME ARE SCARS MARKED AND LEFT ON MY BODY.
One’s nerves can strike fear
I freeze in that jail
court ruling from hell
the simplest of sounds
set off the alarm
angst my fixed abode
Summer Days
I watch my wheels go round and round,
as we ride our bikes all over town.
We hit the track to race our friends,
over the hills and through the bends.
The finish line is drawing near,
I didn't get first, but I'm still here.
We pedal to the ice cream store,
and then set off to go explore.
The street lights hum, they're all ablaze,
as we close out our summer days.
It is a beautiful morning,
And I’m lazily waking up—
From another dream of you,
Wishing I could sleep again, to continue it.
In that boundless land of imagination,
You and I walked a golden aisle,
Exchanging hearts instead of vows,
Then set off to build our forever.
Love was the air we breathed.
We birthed little ones who bore our smiles,
And with each passing day,
We grew ever closer—soul to soul.
Beautiful one, words may sound like clichés,
But still, I dare to say: I love you.
And I call heaven to witness this vow—
That I will marry you.
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