Back when we were small,
Everything felt true
Since at that time
We were experiencing something
Fresh and new.
We didn't pay attention to life's worries;
We didn't care,
For the real world was wide
And our happiness bare.
Our mentors seemed
To have had their lives figured out.
Yet, they were the ones that needed
Proper guidance and bring about.
Every fun, every trip,
Every single memory
Tug at a piece of us;
Something that takes a long time
For recovery.
The day arrived
When the light and hearty pride
That was rooted in our hearts
Disappeared.
For the clock began to sprint
And the easy seasons died
As we stood infront of the real world,
Our innocence denied.
So let us enjoy the moment
Instead of living at a different timeline
Because while we focus on one problem,
This period might also slip by.
Does he really think about us, God?
When Lyhanna is murdered,
When the earth shakes in Caracas,
When JOHNNY suffers from cancer,
Does he want to make us doubt?
Yet the stars continue to shine,
Galaxies are rams
Who strike the unfathomable void,
Yet the sun, burns us,
Makes us see the light, from Hercules
Yet a pope prays alone
For the salvation of all sinners
Does he really think about us, God?
Pense t-il à nous vraiment, Dieu ?
Quand Lyhanna est assassinée,
Quand la terre tremble à Caracas,
Quand JOHNNY souffre d’un cancer,
Veut il nous faire douter ?
Pourtant les étoiles continuent de briller,
Les galaxies sont des béliers
Qui frappent le vide insondable,
Pourtant le soleil, nous brûle,
Nous fait voir la lumière, d’Hercule
Pourtant un pape prie seul
Pour le salut de tous les pêcheurs
Pense t-il à nous vraiment, Dieu ?
After the noise had settled
I kept reaching
for conversations
that had already ended
Not because I had something new to say
Because your absence
still answered me
There are rooms
I walk through differently now
Corners that remember you
better than I do
And every version of the future
I try to build
Finds its way back
To your name
I used to think
love was being understood
Now I think
It is carrying someone with you
after they have gone
Not as a wound
As a direction
If there is a distance between us
I would cross it
If there is a silence
I would sit inside it
If there is a door
I would wait beside it
for as long as it takes
Not because I am lost
Because I know where home is
And for all the things
I should have said
The one that remains is simple
I am still here
And if you turned around
You would find me
coming toward you
The street exhales in measured, patient light,
Where footsteps keep a cadence soft and slow,
An I, a witness to the day, walk on—
While somewhere in my mind, a name begins to grow.
A stone appears where none was set before,
Its surface pale with weather, time, and loss;
No hands in sight, yet carved with patient care—
A name, a date, and silence etched across.
It feels so close, yet too far to reach,
As if the thought itself has learned to wait;
A whispered echo at the edge of speech,
Where life and stillness almost hesitate.
A though intrudes, unbidden, keen, and still,
It settles where the quiet held its form;
Not summoned by intent, yet marks the will,
A distant tremor in an unseen storm.
I measure life against what time unthreads,
Each breath a brief inscription on the air;
The body writes what memory still treads,
And fades into the grammar of the bare.
And still I walk, the cadence kept and known,
The sky unchanged, though meanings rearrange;
What lingers is not lost, but overgrown,
A quiet thought, persistent, yet estranged.
When the lights are dim
And the pen runs smooth
I think about sending a thought
High into the atmosphere
Past the cirri and satellites
Toward the edge of everything
I don't expect a response
I just hope I said the right name
A PRE-CHRISTMAS AWARENESS: SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
(A TANKA QUATTRAIN)
Christmas, remember,
It’s not about Santa Claus:
It’s about Jesus:-
It’s not about Santa’s gifts,
But the gift of God in Jesus:-
The gift of Jesus,
Is the priceless gift of love:-
And our gifts should be likewise:
Feeding the hungry is love;
Housing the homeless is love:-
Let’s Santa Claus love,
With gifts being of life’s needs;
Not merchandising:
Let’s wrap the naked with clothes,
And bow-tie their rent money:-
Indeed, this Christmas,
Let’s celebrate Christ’s Birthday
With gifts of His love:
Giving God all the glory,
the judge sat there
like a tired dog—
papers shuffling,
lives bent in half.
she said I ruined her,
I said she ruined me,
and the walls didn’t care—
they just held echoes.
love, once drunk and laughing,
now staggered under oath,
and the clerk stamped the silence:
no touch, no talk, no return.
their can be no reconciliation,
if the process --
is adversarial in nature.
What if the King of the World were accessible
What would you ask Him to do
Would you ask Him for Love, for wealth
for peace on earth, for good health
Would you ask Him to grant you three wishes
as if He were a genie
Would you ask Him to clean up your city
or on filthy scoundrels take pity
What if the King of the World was so close to you
that you could whisper in His ear
Would you give Him some good advice
or just let Him roll the dice
Think about this question
and what you might do
For He stands ready and able
right next to you
When I think about you my heart flutters,
A hush like wind through evening shutters—
Soft and sudden, tender-sweet,
The pulse beneath my thoughts and feet.
Beauty and books, how close they lie,
Like stars that lean in to kiss the sky.
Wisdom and knowledge, gently sewn
From seeds the same wild tree has grown.
I’ve seen your gaze in candlelight,
Like dawn that steals the strength of night.
In quiet halls your name appears
Between the lines of ancient words.
Pink oysters bloom within my dreams,
Drifting down soft silver streams—
So strange, so bright, their ghostly hue,
As if the sea were dreaming too.
You are the hush in whispered pages,
The calm that stills the storm of ages.
Your words are dew on morning’s face,
A quiet truth, a kind of grace.
Though time may scatter what we knew,
Each thought of you begins anew.
And in my breast a sparrow sings—
A flutter born on hidden wings.
So when I think of you, I go
Where petals fall and moonlight flows—
Where beauty, books, and dreams combine
To make the fleeting moment mine.
german chocolate cake with coconut frosting
cherry jello punch cake with whipped cream
champagne cake with seven-minute-icing on my birthday
three-layered lemon cake with almond filling
I salivate as I think about these lovely delights
How could the universe spawn from itself
it must have been inside something else
which would exist inside something itself
something so infinite it’s trapped in itself
time becomes irrelevant no start no end
it’s all existence and also pretend
thinking about it will drive you around the bend
into the madness your mind will descend
Blibal de blibal de blibelly bloooo
Hello?
Annoying, bothersome mischief-makers
having fun at your expense?
Love can not be hate,
And neither can peace be war:
Live in peace and love.
i cannot hide that i still think of you
a short romance you felt, but did not understand
you tell everyone what you never told me
ignoring what you did
hearing what you said
in those desperate attempts to wrap it all up into words
you trapped us
writing it off as confusion
forcing a conclusion
but I know it was there
I mean think about it:
Does God care about praise?
No.
We shouldn't either.
Do your good works,
Then watch a Marx Brothers movie.
Stop your search for unneeded miracles.
The miracle already occurred.
We're still getting acclimating.
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