I like the color yellow
why
i like old cars
you cant
I love the sun
I hate it
I love cold weather
I hate cold weather
why do you hate
why do you sit there and negative
when you can positive
why are you dark
when you can light
when the world says turn
why do you stand still
she looks unassuming and harmless
this is one of her super powers
she has buried two husbands and three boyfriends
none of them in the same state
she is beautiful with deep Bambi eyes
men fall in love with her fast and often
she was burned by one man, whom she has never forgotten
while engaged to her, he married her cousin two days before the wedding
breaking her heart, and breaking her integrity
He never thought she was fully his
but she was
She is dressed to the eights right now
sitting in a bar in Long Island, waiting for her prey
she snatches them up into her cozy web
They fall in love with her fast and hard
Ending their lives earlier than they ever intended
Will she be caught?
Probably not
She moves quickly and stealthily
Decisive and diabolical
black widow at one time, gray widow now
unseen personal problems
unsuspected by others
yanking her emotions
she keeps them hidden
her actions cause consternation and concern
confusing behaviors are misinterpreted
she is misunderstood, but keeps her secrets
trusting no one except herself
I was born with the weight of someone else's world on my shoulders
Is this the definition of an old soul?
Youth that carried ancestral curses like crosses and was forced to grow around their crushed bones
given a gift of rage that wasnt mine
until I learned how to call it my own
Once upon a time the screams had many voices , then one day they all started to sound like me, my mouth filling with words I was never meant to speak
I watched my innocence flee , and give my power to the fear that swallowed me
instead of running for my life, I ran straight into the knife that I carved out of my worries
the lost child bleeding in my hands
"There is nature, shade-repressed
Shyer expressed".
That wall, beyond, one's face, too, in
Sweet violet's, hid?
"Moss-damp, but of none such crept
Slug, snail-eyed wept".
Which path, to whose doorway as well
Soon, love-gleamed, mid?
SHE
She
Sitting on the beach
Her knees
Tucked in her hands
The tide
Cold, rolled
Onto her feet
And buried them
In sand
The Sun's last rays
Drowned that day
Waves now
Scold the land
None heard her say
In a funny way
I'm part of this plan
The ebb and flow
Life's cycles go
Happiness be damned
Yesterdays have slipped away
Tomorrows never planned
As for today
I'll wash away
My sins, myself, this strand
Remember me
Just as She
As fleeting momets can
A long ago memory of a girl sitting by herself
on a sandbar far off the beach enjoying her lonliness.
I was intriged how long she was there.
Even as the tides came in and began to bury her small island.
Illusionary.
Fai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra toFai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra tonalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!nalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!
rough sea waves heave
a deadly shark appears
a predator rapes an innocent
How like the flowers she seems,
the whimsy of daisies,
spread wild with the breeze.
A sunflower she blooms
in fair golden rays,
yellow petals proclaiming
the simple wonders of each day.
She's splendid as the lily,
bringing beauty to life,
vivacious and graceful
in the eve's setting light.
To hold her brings joy,
her fragrance a delight.
She's splendour to behold,
my flower and hearts light
"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal."
Rabindranath Tagore
Soul seeks splendor, sweetly sent stream.
Destiny delivers drab dismal dream.
Dictating, dawn's dew delight.
Raptures reminisce rivalled respite.
Frosts found frozen, fall freed.
Sycamore scents send somber seed.
Supreme silence, so softly swept.
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— Of Wind, Longing, and the Privilege of Touch—
O, that I were the mild vespertine air,
that steals through jasmine when the day is done,
and, fragrance-laden, wander'd everywhere
to find her face before the sinking sun;
I'd pass where rain lies dark upon the stone,
and draw the tellurian breath of earth,
then lose myself where roses bloom alone
and breathe their secret back to fragrant birth;
I'd find the hollow sleeping by her cheek,
where one loose filament trembles in the air,
and, being less than silence, scarcely speak,
yet feel her pulse make all the heavens bare;
And should her lips breathe softly, “Who hath been?”—
I'd be the wind... and love her all unseen.
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
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Waves eroded the stones
on the shore line where
for ages the days and nights
had been subject
to the tides of the sea.
Such habits of the sea
the high tides
and low tides
make the hungry visiters
here caustious
they gather here in morning
to harvest the crustains
for breakfast
somemussels, periwinkles, limpets,
and oysters, naturally live and cling
to shoreline rocks in intertidal zonede
puration or purging
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Pateuxent County Md.
She didn't walk the way the world expected
None could guess what storm she had weathered
She moved and moved and never stopped
And her every footstep was strong and bold.
With a body that has carved its own battles
Adversity could not shake her firmness
She carried none of its sting and bitterness
But joyfully shared only smiles and sweetness.
While we speak of limits and constraints
She spoke of immense possibilities
Always exploring her potentialities
And lived them as graceful entities.
She refused any act of sympathy
And spurned faint token of empathy
All the time stood firmly saying no to pity
Predictably preferred the ground of dignity.
Legacy of self-dependency and dignity she sowed.
In her life journey all along, she has proved
That Power and strength are not measured
in strides but in the grit and spirit imbued.
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