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When My Life Changed

Remembering what she used to be. 
How she could light the world ablaze without a second thought. 
Her words like daggers, always ready for a fight. 
Always wanting and waiting for the thrill of the adrenaline. 
Her feels numb, not even feeling the hurt of being used anymore. 
Was it the constant state of depression, anxiety, or self-hate? 
She never stopped, always full speed, like a wildfire burning, until she couldn’t burn anymore. 
Crashing down to rock bottom was the only way to find healing.  
Healing was the only way to find the hidden path to the life she was destined to live. 
Who knew a setup would turn into that long-awaited feeling after one meeting. 
Knowing from the first date this was her yin to her yang, when her life changed.
Loving all of him, even the pieces in the dark corners with cobwebs. 
They have fought each other’s battles and loved each other at their lowest. 
Their love still ablaze to this day. 
She didn’t think she would have this kind of love, her past self would never have let her have it or think she deserved it. 
She’s living a life she only dreamed of.

A Drink Of Let Go

A Drink of Let Go

Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw 
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time 
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun   
I can't let go 
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on instantaneously 
To each others soul
Maybe she can help Maybe setup my life
Maybe I can live again and always do whats right
But I am really living in someone else's dream
Iam seen praying to a human replicator
Praying not to be changed
Serving mischief
Marinated reefer
Wrapped up and traded for gunpowder
The money man
Final wish
Shark food

When Trump Talks, My Trades Walk

I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:

“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!”

He taxed China, slapped their goods,
Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.”
Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee,
Even Mexico got no trading glee.

The EU cried, “C’mon, that’s rough!”
But Trump said, “We’re playing tough!”
Aluminum, cars, tech and trade—
One tweet from him, and pips get slayed.

My EUR/USD took a nosedive trip,
I watched my SL… then lost my grip.
I yelled, “NOT AGAIN! Not this chart!”
Trump’s tweet just ripped my setup apart.

But I’m a trader—I wipe my tears,
Been dancing with markets for 5 long years.
I suited up, with sniper glare,
Revenge is pips—I scalped with flair.

So when Trump tweets and markets spin,
I don’t panic—I dive right in.
A little chaos? That’s my jam,
I’ll milk that news—thank you, fam!

Lesson learned: in this trading game,
Even Trump can bring you fame.
If you play it smart, catch that spike—
You’ll turn his tweets into profit-like.

Freedom Is Infinite Power Of The Spirit

Holding a butterfly in your own fist
Is the bottom line of life and freedom
Squeeze harder the butterfly would die
Letting the butterfly fly is his right
Not turn cemetery of beautiful moments
Letting go a person is not fall in love
Letting go a person is not kind of loss
It's an act of love, act of recognition
Letting go isn't a weakness, but a power
Letting go isn't the end, but a beginning
A new chapter to learn love without setup
Without assurance, without fear of losing
It's a way to yourself, to your own freedom
Learning to love the world and people around
Not as you want them to be, or use them for
Love without control is freedom, not tyranny
Love is without a path. Dream without a limit
Self - without guilt for someone else's choice.

stuck in the past

You moved a step ahead and left me behind,
Now I do everything to keep you off my mind.
Looks like you’ve built this whole new setup,
I act like I’m fine, but I’m really fed up.
Of hearing your name wherever I go,
But deep down, I think we both know...
That we’re stuck in the past,
Our time together flew by too fast.
Oh, how I wish it could last,
But we’re gone forever,
Though I remember when we never said never.
So, I’ll just watch as you move on,
While I sit here sulking, wishing to respawn.
Go ahead, live your life with my “replacements,”
While I’m left with my hollow emplacement.
Trying to explain,
This endless, immoderate pain.

Mashup Blend Words

Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one  
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost

Greed

Greedy, bitter, jealous, and lustful women with free range
Unfortunately the masks are off; they will be treated estrange,

Impersonating many people with prideful alter ego capacity
Self absorbing made them all grin and behave with audacity,

The investigation warrants for a list of charges and sentences fairly
The tables have turned over abruptly loud and unceremoniously,

They never expected major setup setback or down spiral luck
Never reaching a feeling of remorse, now quacking like a duck,

Let this be a lesson for those control by that alter ego
That quick scheme thinking leads to a horrid prison expo.

Restart

Open your eyes,
Let the sun rise.
Begin your art;
Think it a restart.

Getup for hiking.
You better be joking?
Setup your chart,
Think it  a restart.

Situp for breakie 
Let that be cookie.
Just fill the cart,
Think it a restart.

I miss

NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta: 
5-7-5
Nikatauta: 
5-7-5
Sedokada: 
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
   The Passed                         My Past

my siblings called me 
the walking problem maker
 ~ I'm the problem child
my kids once called me 
the walking problem solver
 ~ I am the problem
 ~ be better sitters
they are to resolve ~ failure
I win ~ +movies ~ they lose
 ~ be better parents
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win

~~0~~

I miss long ago
to be called a brat again
and useless to them
I miss recently
to be told thanks dad again
can you help me dad
benefits I ~ had
they have all passed on ~ but me
their absence ~ is now my void
benefits I ~ have
they have all moved on ~ from me
ocean parts ~ but not our hearts

*to my wife and son who are now with my family

Venom Of Love

A candlelit room, love's sweet embrace, 
A romantic setup, a magical space.
Soft music playing, filling the air,
As they danced together, without a care.
Where love could blossom at its prime,
Where in candlelight, they might have dined,
In the midst of all, he fell off his dove—
Bitten by the venom of love.
In shadows deep, a heart did weep,
A lover's loss, a vow to keep.
In vengeance sworn, a deed was done,
Blood on hands 'neath moonlit sun.
For justice failed, or so he thought,
In sorrow's grip, his reason caught.
He sought to right a grievous wrong,
Yet now he stands, condemned, alone.
His love avenged, yet at what cost?
In chains he's bound, his freedom lost.
A murderer of another's pain,
Now he bears the mark of Cain.
In somber silence, he must dwell,
Within the depths of his own hell.
A tragic tale of love and strife,
A man condemned to spend his life.

SUPERBOWL SETUP

The Superbowl is all set-up
Who's going to get whip like a pup
I hope it's not my team
I'll have to eat sour cream
Because I wouldn't shut-up

Cosmic Vibes and Self-Love Jives

Cosmic Vibes and Self-Love Jives

Amid cosmic whispers, stars sync up tight,
Universe unfolds, a colossal setup, alright.
Galaxies kick back, in a groove so cool,
Like the cosmos saying, "Yo, embrace self-rule!"

In the cosmic quiet, a self-hug takes place,
Planets spin like they're in a cosmic embrace.
Nebulas bloom, hug the unknown so tight,
Self-love's on full display, blowing up the night.

Colors splatter the cosmic canvas, no cap,
Self-love legit, like a cosmic map.
In this vast space, a mirror does appear,
Reflecting love, kicking fear out of here.

Beyond the stars, deep within your core,
Self-love, making the universe adore.
In those silent beats, a cosmic dove,
Whispers the language of self-love.

Magnification

Close up, 
Beautiful golds and yellows erupt,
As I look through the microscope,
Be careful on the stope,
Don't trip, or the fools will mistake,
And betake,
It's beautiful crystal formations,
All in one station,
Packed together as one,
Glittery, golden, crystal sun,
Tricking all and pretending to be another,
I bet it wants to be more important, if it had its druthers,
Lines everywhere,
A mix of colors making me stare,
Eyes have to dart around to find the different shades of gold,
Small or big specks of yellow, so bold,
It fools everyone, making them question,
Whoever holds possession,
Look closely at its setup,
Close up.

The Burbs Are Not Scary At All

I wrote this one after watching the miniseries “The Pacific.”

THE BURBS AREN’T SCARY AT ALL

Scarier the skeletons sitting in the suburbs
or the ones being dug out of graves…
the ones in the foxhole,
that you must brave.
It’s all a graveyard,
a horror movie…it’s war.

The setup couldn’t be more frightening.
The enemy was glad to prepare it for you.

Ghosts are all about…hungry,
to tell you what it’s all about. You close your eyes,
wipe away the grime.
The skin-crawling maggots are brought to life,
all the livelong day. The scent of fetid perfume,
no roses to deceive the nose - the stench.
Descending to the bottom of the abyss -
the devil gives you a kiss on the lips.
The burbs aren’t scary at all. The bony mass stares.
Pretty pumpkins, smashed, everywhere.

Tuesday Class

Tuesday lasses
we all have classes
get up and go
there’s no time to waste
join the flow
there’s no reason to wait
everyone’s hustling
coffee guzzling
bus shuttling
paper shuffling
syllabus assessing
apple-watch checking
there’s a fall-like feeling
making things more appealing
file off of the bus
and join the crush
trudging up science hill
thru the doors up the stairs
climbing in pairs,
in class, at last,
setup and relax.
I open my binder
and hand in the assignment
the guy beside me can’t find it.
and the TA moves on
the guy’s upset and I get it
he’s frantic and grim
I pretend I’m not watching him
as he ransacks his rucksack
too late, they’re taking roll
carelessness takes its toll

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