Do not weep for me my love
My time was up, I had to leave.
Received the calling from above
Now watch your sadness as you grieve.
Your heart is broken, so is mine
My tears cascade like falling rain.
My destiny to walk the line
In death, I too can feel the pain.
You must go on without me there
And when you think of me know this.
The love we had was ours to share
Each other bound in wedded bliss.
My time clock on the earth was through
I’ve crossed now to the other side.
I ask my darling this from you
Forgive the fact that I have died.
To stay with you I had no choice
Though I’m now gone, you’ll feel me near.
Close your eyes, you’ll hear my voice
Call out to you “I love you dear.”
But you still have so much to do
I’ll wait until you come to me.
And when you time is also through
Together, then we’ll always be.
yet another dawn
simply glad to be livin'...
and lucky to be!
sitting beach side watching the ebb and flow of my life
I opened the bedroom door
a voice from inside says
"wait...not yet"
Gave me goosebumps and chills
Without moving for three seconds ... 1-2-3
the room was empty
A meeting with the spirit world
it is impossible to say
- incapable of solution
NOW I GOTTA BE SCARED OF MY FRIENDS! Wait down the coin…? Something like that hard to hear.
God the beat! Ass is getting wet. “NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD!” “NOW I GOTTA BE SCARED OF MY FRIENDS!”
Behold the human brain AI BIMBOS!
Horizon holds hope
tomorrow, crowds out the scene
clouds rehearse elsewhere—
sunshine has packed for the road
leaving warm coats on the hook.
The mirage shimmers
beckoning us nearer still
distance swallows steps
closer is, further away
the mirage has played its game.
Footprints trace failure
back to where old hope began
mud obscures the route
the horizon keeps its word—
always staying over there.
Evening inspects shoes
muddles, each odd pair—
the map folds itself
learns to leave the porch light on
for what was never coming.
Evening shuts up shop
footprints wander back, alone
the horizon stays
still selling tomorrow's light
to those who come to its stall.
sun slips low~
a yolk spread thin
across the quiet sky.
heat softens the horizon;
clouds lift like cooling steam.
evening takes the plate,
slow and deliberate,
as summer finishes its bite.
There is torment who tells you nothing except that you are worthy of the devil's persecution,
Elocution might disarm it, but in the beginning it haunts you until you turn to some comfort,
Some illicit comfort that convinces you the pain was a dream and not a nightmare,
In the recesses of stillness and the rest that eludes us, there is a torment that knows us by name,
And hat4es us just the same,
But in the end,
A man who is the first and the last,
Knows a way out,
Find him, grab his garment and let go for absolutely nothing,
Least of all that itch that begs you to scratch it,
And start the game anew,
God love you,
Hold onto Jesus,
And be free.
Even when everything shines
I still feel the tension as it grows
Living your life on the sidelines
Your heart and your soul closed
For he who whings and whines
Heaven forbbid one should impose
Perhaps just a sign of the times
I am asked but who really knows
Though still the tell tale signs
And boy that now really shows
Living within your own confines
What one has then chose
Yet another introspection some bits wete used for poem chances written 2020
My heart is yours regardless of what I endure
All the heartbreak and pain that I will go through
All the scars on my heart in each tear I shed
Are the price I'll pay in hopes of being loved by you
Though our relationship is no picture of perfection
With all the storms that we've had to weather
If I have you by my side I have no fear in mind
Knowing we'll prevail as long as we're together
My love will not lessen or slowly fade away
It continues to grow becoming stronger for you
And even though we are at our love's lowest low
Remember we're fortunate to have a love so true
I vow I will love you longer than any forever
And I will never choose to leave your side
Until the day comes when that choice isn't ours
I will be by your side until the day I have died
fast
knight shady resurrection is implied in
first time hear-
ing sound chase hounds a-
round besotted worlds on a string-
y
free and translucent branded horse
high pendejo
We were on a side quest. I wanted some cool, fresh
cherries to savor as we strolled hot Saint Tropez.
So we were in a grocery store, in the township,
I was pushing a shopping cart along the frozen food aisle
when suddenly my feet flew out from under me and I
took a hard, embarrassing, backward spill.
Peter was shocked - “What?!” He exclaimed.
One second I was up and the next I was on my back.
It was like a lightning strike or a film edit, I was like WTF?
I was in flip-flops and there was a puddle of water.
I was fine, if scuffed up - thank god I wasn’t in a dress.
I got right up, I mean I’m not a 90-year-old lady.
And after a second we walked on, only to be swarmed,
a moment later, by the store manager and his minions
- “Are you ok?” He asked, scrubbing his hands.
“Yes, I’m fine - no, I don’t want to fill out a report”
My left big-toe was swollen and bleeding - so no running
along the beach this morning - now THAT seemed weird.
I guess it was more of a back-side quest.
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A song for this:
Helter Skelter by the Beatles
Trouble Me by 10,000 Maniacs
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In these beautiful moments —
calm c u r l s around you and i,
and clouds softly drift . . .
in our sky.
I feel beyond blessed,
knowing you’re by my side.
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~ gently with ease,
you hold me like a summer breeze ~
* you mean so much to me *
What if the dreams come true
In an argumentative way
You never thought they would do
But later, maybe the same day
Or it could be next year, you see
Dreams fall into right mould
Though quite unexpectedly
The opposite meaning unfolds
As if the other side speaks
Things you were afraid to hear
The fulfilment that seemed to be missed
Was never meant to appear
The hopes you considered naïve
Weren’t naïve at all
They gave you a hint when to leave
There’s always a suitable hole
It’s the same feeling, the hopes say
The same dream in its final phase
Grows your garden with roses of May
She is waiting with smile on her face.
Written: June 21, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Oblivion devoured our love, ignited in holy fire,
In muted sighs, my sunken dreams expire.
I pulled the linen sheets, but no answer came,
My empty bed burns with the sting of searing shame.
A cloak of apparent grace for this broken soul,
I stitch a hollow hope to revamp myself whole.
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