Don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me,
but is it wise to deliberately
become emotionally blind,
to overlook the episode
unfolding
right before your eyes?
I'm flattered that you would
turn a blind eye.
But flattery is not a part
of my reality,
at this point in time.
You've created distorted visions
of you and I.
I'm not a relationship type
of guy,
maybe in another time
another place
you would be the perfect
design
to color my mind
with happiness.
But right now
don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me.
But is it wise
to act like you don't see
how messed up I am
at this point in time.
I am an emotional train wreck.
So please don't do
what most people do
when they want something
bad enough
turn a blind eye
to the Red Flags flashing.
Written By: D. Collins 1/7/26
Project 2025 is staring us right in the face.
Kick everybody out except the Arion race.
Just take over countries like Hitler did.
And shoot down women in Minneapolis.
It sure feels like a welcome to the very end.
In hurry-up mood and expedited fashion.
Similarities can be drawn in parallel lines.
Jews aren't the victims at this point in time.
I see Mr Trumps orders on the miltary..Who stood undaunted.
Throughout cov-idocy..! A little advice at this point in time.' I will
Offer i hope you don't mind..? It appears these people have
Inbuilt intuition.? Also grit determination and genuine vision.? Maybe they have not done (west-point?) That I do
Not know.' Yet their untapped qualitys; should be rightly
Directed.' Just my thoughts.?? Here I go.' each of these
Hero's are gold so to say.' would promote them up eash a rank
And in that way..Great milatary enrichment, will be achieved.' And upon
A scale of economy..That may well be hard to beleive?
Beyond like a dream
unfolding on this historic day
astronauts head skyward - heroes,
fools, call them what you may
The world watches in awe
its genesis where no man has been.
Strange land, a new beginning -
behold the lunar return to Eden
A cratered moon beckons,
this globe of reflected light -
Armstrong and Aldrin silently land,
Mike Collins considers his plight
Each man had their rituals
at this point in time.
Aldrin in silence broke the bread
and drank the holy wine
Now only bootprints remain
for some celestial traveller to find,
and a commemorative plaque that reads
“We came in peace for all mankind”
O’ moon, they walked over you -
revealed, you shine naked.
Your secrets exposed in the name of man...
Christ! Is nothing sacred?
Written: 1992
I sit here reminiscing
hoping friends will all agree.
That whoever else I coulda been,
I ended up as me!
I’m retired now, in decent shape.
I hope that’s how things stay.
I know that’s wishful thinking though
cause I’ve seen my better day!
I have so many wistful memories
of the years that’s passed me by.
I can’t remember everything,
but, I sure am gonna try!
Most years were quite productive.
But, there were times that wasn’t true!
Those times I wish I could erase!
Of course, that’s something I can’t do!
I’ve analyzed the roads I’ve traveled.
Considering where I am right now,
I know I'm at this point in time
but, I’m still not certain how!
Consequently, I'm the person that I am.
That is who I am today.
I’m happy how my life is now,
so, I hope that’s how things stay!
Accept me as you find me.
That’s all I’ve got to say!
“If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it”
and things will be okay!
That’s a brief synopsis
of how it is I'm me!
So good, bad, or indifferent
that’s the way it’s gotta be!
Why is it not okay for me to feel this way?
You get mad everyday when my feelings I try to portray
What is it ? Can’t you meet me halfway!?
You are supossed to put your girl on display not hide her away!
Unimportant and unloved is how I feel
You have no right invalidating my feelings, for real
I can be the best woman and when treated right I am the real deal.
Let’s start this over and see what we can reveal.
Because at this point in time I have decided I’m done
You never want to be around me, and when you are you never have fun.
If I am your girl, I should be your number one
But once so much damage is done, it can’t be un-done.
I want to hold hands and laugh with you
But by the way you act it seems like we are through
I was a fool I couldn't take a clue
Cause actions speak louder than words, they really do!
Sky paints with seasoned brush
Sea answers - a whispered hush
Sunbeam bounds on all around
This mute, commonly-held ground
Obvious allure shining bright
Spectacle of deflected light
White-cap endlessly waving
Soul full of space, waiting, craving
For surely this is God laughing
A nod to one just in passing
Or, could this be another sign
A place to pause this point in time
Regal image so large and rich
Salt spray carry my deepest wish
To artist and engineer
Of all spread before me here
Love is too obtuse a word
For such a magical seabird
An unsung song of the heart
Must be all that I can impart
Be it naked, and quite off-key
‘Tis all I have before I flee
And turn away before I see
All I need kneeling before thee
Well she is here, like I said she would be
On my follower list
Posting no poems yet, so her page can't be seen
Just following me...
After, police have told her NO CONTACT
After, she already committed INFRINGEMENT
Using my writing without my permission!
- She is here -
*As of this point in time any poems used are on record.
Heidi Sands
1/6/19
For Harry and Meghan
A new born is growing
Will baby have red hair
Or brown, long and flowing
At this point in time
There is no way of knowing
So patiently we wait
Wishing both of them well
Is it a boy or maybe a girl
Is she a Lady or is he an Earl
At this point in time
Really no one can tell
As we patiently await
For a message on the gate
The royal babe is due in early spring
And when that time arrives
On names they will decide
As the people celebrate
on this very special date
For the joy and love
this newborn babe will bring
I love thee
for thine mortality
a personage ever so enticing
an imagery of passion
I love thee
that know no doubts
or any monstrosities
as thy love for thee
is breathing of each day,
firm as if the walls of China
I love thee
when thy eyes set upon his
aye from this point in time
I love htee
inasmuch as I love thyself
I love thee
heedless of any rationale
bound towards infinity
While I was standing here
To board on a city bus to my destination
The bus was stopped 'there'
In a distance from me
While I went 'there'
To somehow catch another bus,
That another bus was stopped
In the place where I previously stood!
With hectic pains in my leg
I start to run vigorously
Here and there
In an attempt to somehow catch a bus
At this very moment
The entire traffic on my route-
To my utter shock-
Was abruptly stopped
Now I'm simply walking
Towards my destination,
Accepting my destiny
On 'missed buses' and 'deserted routes'
I've learnt a lot,at this point in time,
That even the simple act of
Boarding and riding on a city bus
Is to be approved, beforehand,
By the invisible Divine Law
That's invisible but active
Forever and forever.
A matter of my own UN - worthiness.
How I remember the time and not long ago
When I counted myself and believed myself worthy.
Was it all a lie? No not the Deity of The Master Eternal
What I really think I am asking, was my dear sainted wise old grandmother
Who I miss more terribly than words can say at this moment right?
She took this verse more literal and to heart than words can speak.
And for this reason she would not take communion.
At this point in time, as I feel tears welling in my eyes
I am beginning to see what she meant.
How cruel and deadly the truth in love she spoke.
And how I miss her at this time...
I cannot stop the tears as I pen this.....
I have a certainty....as to my UN worthiness....
The world is...a bad place
And a God awful pace to live
But I'm not yet ready to die
So says the old song
I find it quite strange
how so many people
desire drastic change:
Change would be so simple!
Change would be terrific!
Yet when I ask them,
what kind of change,
they leave out specifics
saying,
"Change is what we need
and change is for the better!
Staleness has gotten old
like an ugly Christmas sweater!
At this point in time
any change at all
would most likely do;
I care not what that entails
just as long as it's something
shiny and new!"
But pray tell, I'd wish you stop and ponder
what it is you're convinced is greener
out there in yonder.
Bigger house? Shinier car?
More fashionable attire?
Perhaps some allusive 'she'
whose heart you could admire?
Some people want to change
until the day they die.
While old-fashioned me,
can't help but wonder why?
Let us never exercise the thought of changing!
Let us be as mountain rivers ceaselessly flowing!
Do you recall what the seed said
before it became a tree:
some dream of changing,
I dream of growing.
Im sick of life, Im sick of pain, Im sick of strife, gotta do it again. Im not sure how I've gone on this long, But I am makin the best of what I got. Things in life sure as hell ain't easy, It's so hard, it ain't that cheap, though I want it to be, but a sweet little breeze. The toughest times are when you're in a bined, Nowhere to go but you're tryin to hide. I'll stick it out the best that I can, and here I thought YOU were the man who wears the pants. I cant take your petty games because you do it again and again. Though Im strong on the outside, sometimes I just, want to breakdown and cry. But I dont cuz of one little fact, at this point in time, there's only one way for me to act. Not as a child now here's a jolt, 'Tis the time to be an Adult! Better hurry or you'll have no wife, cuz she waited so long she finally died.
Has it been ?
It has been – from then until now – a long winding road,
journeying through forests, up mountains, in graveyards,
down valleys, into hell fires, experiencing life’s diversions,
filled – heart ache, heart break, pointless pain inflicted
and yet, continues to carry on - arriving at this place,
this point in time and space, that I have come to – empty !
Has it been ?, fate, destiny, genetics, karma, heritage,
unenlightened choices that have guided the foot steps
to the door, behind which an empty heart, an indifferent
soul, a cold spirit awaits, to foil every attempt to enter.
Could ?, this ghostly apparition be the avenging angel
- for – setting before me, for me all the pain,
all the heartache that has followed in my wake
as I take, this, my journey towards the empty,
meaningless, void that seems to be me and my life.
Only the stars, steel bars and the angels know
what lies behind / within the shadows of this life !
B. J. “A” 2
April 29th 2008
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