Just so you're aware I'll tell you
It's you my heart will always choose
I still believe what we had was magical
And something too precious to lose
I cannot believe that we're done forever
Don't you desire what we were too
Ask yourself and your heart will answer
What we had is too angelic to be through
How is it you wonder I still love you
Even after all the hell we went through
There were bad times but remember the good
My heart longs for those moments with you
I miss you in ways I can't explain
A piece of me is missing without you here
My love is greater than I ever knew
What I couldn't see it before is now clear
I wish I had the chance to show you
And I truly hope someday that I will
If you decide you need our love again
I will be right here waiting loving you still
I was a child with questions, no answers in sight,
Why was love absent, why was home not so bright?
A little girl stood in a storm alone,
Searching for love that she had never known.
But then two hands held me, old yet so strong,
My grandparents whispered, "Child, you belong."
They did not ask about my scars or past,
They gave me love that would forever last.
They taught me to read, to write, to dream,
To find my voice, to proudly scream.
Where mother left shadows, they gave me light,
They turned my darkness into mornings bright.
So no, I am not broken, not lost anymore,
I have found what I was looking for.
I am not the tears my childhood knew,
I am the love my grandparents grew.
we buried witchcraft
but kept old snake oil bottles
lined up on our shelves
hooked up with magic potions
to give hope when logic fails
science displays signs
fate is foretold on the screen
yet we plead for cures
still brewed over smoky fires
hope fixes we can't forgo
hunger stays away
concoctions remove old stains
herbs promise rebirth
purging latter-day poisons
making tomorrow spotless
old curses survive
though no cauldron lights the room
we demand revenge
through hidden spells and curses
that only witchcraft provides
when reason falls short
shadowy figures emerge
in crystal ball veils
to give our nameless fears cause
rather than leave darkness blank
science lights the room
yet something circles in flames
older than knowledge
witchcraft belatedly lives
where reason cannot go
I have fallen once again…
I know… everybody falls,
And I’m trying to get up
But can barely even crawl.
All these burdens that I bear ,
They have knocked me to my knees.
So, I call upon the Lord
And I hope He hears my pleas…
I believe the Lord will save me,
But even if He won’t,
Still will I serve Him…
Life can be so very hard.
We must struggle everyday,
We all stumble and we trip
As we follow on His way.
It’s so hard to find our peace
And to keep His end in sight
When worries keep on growing
And we cannot sleep at night,
I believe the Lord will save me,
But even if He won’t,
Still will I serve Him…
So, I’ve fallen once again…
Seems I do it all the time…
And He says to let it go
But I still cling to what’s mine.
And I know that I lack faith
But I’m trying to believe
And to open up my heart
So, His grace I can receive…
I believe the Lord will save me,
But even if He won’t,
Still will I serve Him…
There was a time they grew thick and fair.
I thought them friends. They'd always be there.
What made them loosen up their grip
and say, at once, "Abandon ship"? -
my long lost, faithless, hair.
It was nearly without sound,
Save a pine-brushed mountain breeze
When I rose beneath fog's blanket
And stepped lightly through the trees.
In reverence of the aura there
Subdued in temperance;
Without a word, just in tears
I offered holy reverence.
Before me in this quiet place
A lake, in still perfection,
Lay without the slightest wave;
Heaven's mirror gave reflection.
As I gazed into the glassy lake
My soul and spirit swooned
With God's creation holding me
He healed my hidden wounds.
No greater ambiance nor scene
Has since renewed my core.
I found the Prince of Peace that morn
On a pristine mountain shore.
Next, the sun began to rise
And the Quakies clapped their hands
Creation birthed a brand-new day
And I began to understand:
God is a God of perfect peace
Who in countless ways can bless
Whether heaven sent or by a stream
He gives the seeker rest.
If your world has left you wounded,
"Come unto Me, sons and daughters"
God offers early morning grace
To bless beside still waters.
Psalms 23: 2 (KJV) “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside still waters.”
A leaf falls from the tree
looks for the verdant stems
Had I had the key, it thinks
to come back once more
While on the flight the bird thinks
I wish the rain had a little pause
I could have decked up the feathers
The whistle too would have returned
In fact it's we who are the birds and leaves
We have been thinking for thousands of years
Had we been able to plant some more trees
We might have seen an abundance of roses
Rose represents the civilization
We are still amidst the thorns
29 August 2026
a small clock breathes once
on the edge of the shelf~
slow exhale, lifting the dust
as if time were tired
of holding still
So glad ‘I can keep my doctors on my new insurance plan’
My endocrinologist’s next opening is June 07, 2027
Today I got a reminder call for tomorrow’s appointment with the insomnia specialist
Had to take a pass on the meeting, for it wasn’t in my book
As the year I made it, (2014) I had not by insomnia been overtook
And as for my Primary Care Physician, before I saw him, he retired
So I saw his partner, who with duct tape together had been wired
I asked him if he was actually a PCP for car mechanics
He smirked, then howled ~ said he’s just obsessive-manic
mirrors stand so still
humans look into that glass
truth shouts back through light
TRUMP STILL WANTS GREENLAND
GREENLAND SAYS THIS IS OUR LAND
TRUMP CAN GO POUND SAND
Whilst here roomed do moor
Away from its shore
The true homeland's, are yet found
To be nowhere bound.
Warm, safe, life-rested
When for it hoisted
Strain against whose stress, ongoing
Blows for lost feeling.
So, If
Delighted Joy
Is Somehow
Undeserved;
***
Whereby Suffering
Is An Obligation,
An Unending Quest
To Ease All
Suffering...
***
See How
It All Spins...
***
Reiterating...
Refreshing...
***
With Each Its Own
In-Un-Intention...
***
(Pause.)
-Gray Squirrel
08-13-2026
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.
our lives are day and night
but we are real, whole, and free
two far flung souls
yet you're the one
who reached out to me
with your plea
you're the one
who sparked the small talk
that led to the long walk
I can trace it on a board
with white chalk
up to that point
where you signed off
y o u c h a n g e d
now it's all moot
as you stay mute
while I still try to reach out
as best I can ...
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