like morse code
you read the rhythm of my breath
whispered my name
long before an SOS
saved me
sustained me
absorbed my emptiness
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the sweet of those
ever carnivorous
of your front teeth
that are still babyish
and so cute
and underneath
that
I am so still fond
of your history,
there's this
chance,
that was taken.
Mathematician
cannot ever explain,
the calculations
the new of
limbs so smooth.
And eyes
lighter than
dark
of your glassy
super sparkling
comprehend,
hair so new and
without knots
and take em over
BUT KEEP
them in all in line,
beetroots are sweet
but grassy greens
are less than
satisfying
to the emotions
of the smoothing blues
of waters and emotions
and browns and relaxation
are more to satisfy
to the hypnotizing
and guilt of free,
as she's the bee...
Then the blues
will write the poetry
when their machines
will one day be breaking
like its a coop of nothing.
DOG CHASES TAIL
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In circles goes the dog,
a furry whirlwind, tail a-wagging,
his nose to the ground, sniffing out the ghost of a bone
with no clue as to where he left it.
Ahh, the circle grows, and me thinks he’s quite mad!
Truth be told, that bone is a relic,
a trophy of nothing, a piece of yesterday's joy,
devoid of any savory delight;
yet, he’s bewitched
by the lure of that which once he had.
The quest persists, but time, the trickster,
plays its multifarious games.
Memory grows faint, but
the haze of longing remains
lost in the labyrinth of time.
Distractions dart by—a squirrel, a leaf,
But wait—what’s this? A flash of color
bounces by and the spell is broken,
the quest for the bone forgotten,
distraction wagging his tail.
And so he circles, a furry Sisyphus,
chasing phantoms in the grass,
he sniffs, snorts, and spins—
a canine circus act.
Each day, I bury the version of me who loved less. Enthralled by my own becoming, I have fallen out of love countless times into new love. I savour each moment spent amidst my anointment towards higher values, and I ask, is love worthy of me? The idol of love is tantalizing, patient and kind, it does not envy, it does not boast – love is erotic and sensual still, it yearns and longs for the lives of others. Love is deeply human, and in its humanity can become. It haunts us, begets us, spurns us, and yet I do believe it is worthy of me, sweet Sappho would agree…
Each day, I bury the version of me who loved less.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
how many angels do we have in a lifetime?
They say,
we each have a guardian angel watching over us.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
if some angels are in training?
Do they need to earn their title,
with on the job training?
Then we have,
Our Better Angels.
The ones we can count on through thick and thin.
The ones that will always be there,
there when we need them the most.
I send a huge Thank You to you,
my better angels.
Just how could no one, not understand this
Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds
Will we ever realise the earth more than this
It can always provide everyone's own needs
What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice
Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice
Was there ever a reason to steal this land
There's too much that no one needs to own
To take everything, then leave a barren land
Leaving behind a place where's nothing grown
It's time to stop this sense of needless greed
Nothing, worse wasting more than you need
A bond like ours is like a bud,
Innocent with no identity to mud or blood.
A bud is small and delicate,
It describes our bond as I dedicate.
A flower bud is fragile and vulnerable,
Giving our bond a name is unreliable.
A bud has full potential for growth,
So is our bond and must be nurtured by both.
Let's not rush our friendship to the unknown,
Rather let's allow it to be grown.
I do care about you, I do like you,
But it's not to the point where it turns into love.
The words you spew ,
Only you know if they are true.
I only asked for a good time,
And you gave me a dish of grime.
My tongue may be coarse,
I say words with no remorse .
I just want to know our course,
Because what we are doing looks like force.
He is one of if not the most beautiful man, yet so brutal.
In the presence of his variants, all resistance is futile.
He's heroic in one, yet tragic in multiversal...
hummingbird
creating romance
takes early flight
A dark and empty template, a conscious friction, echoing silently within the void, the unknown anticipation of 0 to 1.
Trillions of spiralling embers, scattered in freefall. The consequence of divine loneliness. The internal workings of infinite energy.
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I Own This:
I Remain At The Fringes
Of Wherever I'm At.
I Adapt...
Like A Squirrel
Chasing A Cat.
-Gray Squirrel
05-09-2025
Insurance took my therapy away
Can't cross a busy street without help
Have severe post-traumatic stress
All I can do right now is write
Struggle to sleep at night
I feel so lonely
No one to trust
Low income
People
Starve
Thank you for this dance,
This chance to experience,
You from a distance.
Resistance the tool,
Used to teach a fool,
A universal school,
Guiding the pool.
Grab a stool and sit,
Get yourself ready for it,
You're about to get hit.
Get that fire lit,
It's come time to use it,
Darkness sits all around,
Burn it to the ground,
So only truth is found.
Now you're safe and sound,
Round up the courage,
To face the scourge,
Let the body purge,
Feel purity surge.
An urgent need,
To cleanse the greed,
Spread your seed,
The Title and Deed,
Has been decreed,
This is your garden indeed,
Time to pull out the weeds.
I wish I could make you leave as fast as you arrived.
But if I could do that I would not be me.
5 days in and I knew you meant something.
10 days in and you were all that I wanted.
A month and a half in I asked on a whim.
A month and a half out I realized you no longer care.
10 days out and I'm grieving not for a cat.
5 days out and I wish we had never met.
But if I could do that I would not be me.
I wish I could make you love me as I loved you.
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