A single spark lights up the darkest night,
and lifts our timid hearts to fearless flight.
It hums where doubts lie,
a little flame that we can call our own.
One spark can turn the shadows into light.
Bewares Home
Single fleet
How we can merge on a Continental Drift is up to me
She's comes apart
This is the only way backs in
Turbulence bests us otherwise
That
Pitch chase and drags in swirl pre disposed moments?
I'ma feeling of pause
Ifns a bluff
Scene one of myriad finance?
Eclipse glare meniscus orders down
I only got an in an out focus for table of me in line for hours of next meals getting chewed
Every acrobat on mind has winged in wars.
Old or sceptical
Generals an Admiral
My ability is return the crap that sent that
Illusive wonder they stay on land with tech
Once adored by beholder,
Soiled doves, fall in no longer.
From garden to minefield,
Avoidance is justified;
Inamoured, favourably yield,
Innocence gone vilified.
Once lured by sweetness,
Penetrated, unable to flee;
Trapped inside glowness,
Choked, unable to glee.
Memories gone masterless,
History, halted unspree;
Living dead and throneless,
To be, or not to be.
A bell tolls — with a single chime.
Igniting the spell of dawn’s regret.
It halts the breath, suspends all time,
Foreboding with threats you can't forget.
You flinch—one foot on the stepping stone,
The wind's first touch scalds your face.
Just one finger grips your hand alone.
You wait for relief from bell’s disgrace.
The silence palls where echoes die—
The ring bell toll fades with no reply.
There's no sign, no sound, no reason why,
You're left here dangling from the sky.
A bird attempts one fragile note.
Bashful in the spelled applause.
The breeze catches breath in its throat.
Afraid to continue through the pause.
You toll the haunt of some unspoken spell,
A pact with ghosts to stop the feeling.
While winds and seas rise on the swell,
Sending your hopeful plans reeling.
A lone bell tolls—no one answers now.
So old scars and doubts take the blame.
For dismembered memories you can’t avow.
In the flinching cringe that has no name.
If you're going to Honolulu
be sure to wear a flower behind your ear
if you're coming to Honolulu
you're going to meet some gentle people here
more than just a fashion statement
a plumeria represents birth love
spring and new beginnings
so it’s no surprise
a woman's romantic status
it can also symbolise
if you're married or unavailable
wear it behind your left
on the right if you're willing to mingle
want to meet a romantic partner
looking for love and you're still single
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
I’m a single gal who’s not looking for love
I’m a single gal who goes for the dreams I dream of
I’m a single gal
I like to spend time with me
I’m so into my own goals and dreams
I don’t want anyone
I’m at peace
Finally I’m living the way I want and prioritizing myself
My life is beautiful
My future has a lot of unknowns but I’m excited for them
I’m looking forward to seeing what’s to come
I never needed a man to be fulfilled
If the right one comes around
I’ll happily open my heart again but for now I’m the single gal who’s enjoying this peace I have
we have AI in every single room
plays music, but cannot put us on Zoom
we can ask her the weather or facts on TV
she will explain about Simon Legree
We ask her questions ten times a day
She is always there, never wanders away
how old is Jenna Elfman or Twiggy we ask.
In seconds she can complete almost every task
If I could teach her to wash a dish or flay a fish
If I could teach her to vacuum or grant a wish
If I could teach her to plant a garden or shoe a horse
It would make my husband’s life easier of course.
Eyebags forming.
Dilated pupils.
The one starting pulling away.
Leg-crossed and the hand supporting the chin.
The right arm falls in imbalance.
Leg does not stop moving back and forth.
So quick turning excitement into torture.
Searching the whole river in the eyes
was reached.
Now it‘s just a motionless navy blue.
Welcoming the seabird to stop and scream for him.
Came near attacking and steal my lovely hat.
Even my tears have a better taste.
Typical blue eyes did not respond much.
What have my pupils just read?
Am I yearning too much?
Is he one of the others or the man?
My bebi how I call them?
The wave shall again come and drown me.
Even though no one pulled me in the boat.
My lookalike man begged me.
But I refused.
His, my hat, falling in on my face gently like a feather.
Shielding my eyes from witnessing incoming danger.
The look with such sincerity.
He would turn it into a flirt.
But him, like he is meeting his final farewell.
A complete stranger.
With the same survival instinct like me.
Given that God alone is the all there is
and all manifestations are but a dream,
to find out who we are is then not a quiz,
for as we are bathed in light of love’s moonbeam,
from our heart bursts forth, a thunderous bliss fizz,
whence we see this world is not as it does seem.
When our eye is single, we are full of light,
commingled with bliss mists ushering delight.
Death came today...
taking my sweet Jess from me;
to an even better place, I pray,
than this life we shared so passionately.
If only I could just hold her,
keep her a moment more;
but alas, God has called for her,
now she sleeps evermore.
So many small things I should have told her,
too many feelings left unsaid;
I can only hope she sensed my love
was stronger than words instead.
As I pass through this day of lost love,
there is but one thing to lessen my pain:
her promise that one day,
our two souls will be one again.
So someplace I'll plant a single flower,
brighten a lonely place;
and hope she knows it blooms for two,
an endless love for one never to be replaced.
A single candle
can light thousands
other candles before
it burns itself
destroying even
the smallest darkness.
The feeling of fragility is precious,
But it demands emotional mortality.
A longing for something so distant,
Emotions unfounded and absent.
Hold me and I may break.
Kiss me and I may die.
When I was ten I met a girl
Who put my young heart in a whirl.
I thought she might come out to play,
But she didn’t see things that way.
And later on I met Nancy,
Who I couldn’t help but fancy.
I thought I might lead her astray,
But she didn’t see things that way.
I fell in love at twenty-three
And asked Marie to marry me.
I thought we ought to name the day,
But she didn’t see things that way.
Many women in my long life
Have been asked to become my wife.
Bu I’m still single, old and grey.
Not one of them saw it that way.
A moment ignite
A warm subtle night
Where facets and strands
Twine a dream
Of flight
Looming of love
Mountains climb
High above
Yearning below
A valley exposed
Of beauty behold
Inviting the night
To inspire a dream
To gracefully
Recite
A poem of love
I touch in the light
Where moments define
The meaning of life
Alone together a single starshine
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