Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
A human life
is given free
and taken
without payment
The times
between
to lend and borrow
— till fate reclaims your soul
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
When tomorrow comes,
let not fear be your friend.
Take every step forward
where the road never ends.
Leave all of yesterday's pain
at a place beyond the dust.
Put your faith in God,
because He knows you suffered enough.
Even when you think you're hurt
and can't go on,
reach deep within your heart
for the strength to be strong.
Because your family will be the light
that will help carry you through,
somewhere deep in your heart,
you know our love is true.
Remember, we'll stand behind you
and always have your back.
Even when your faith is damaged,
we will guide you back on track.
So continue to keep your head up;
don't let the weight hold you down.
In the end, you're going to be okay,
because the strength you thought was lost
has now just been found.
I will do that—tomorrow.
I will change this—tomorrow.
I will fix that—tomorrow.
I will call them—tomorrow.
What a weight tomorrow carries—
the weight of uncertainty,
of all the things we leave undone,
of all the hope we ask it to hold.
It will be better—tomorrow.
It will be easier—tomorrow.
I will have the energy—tomorrow.
Motivation will come—tomorrow.
What a promise tomorrow remains,
despite all the painful nows,
all the broken todays,
all the forgotten yesterdays.
What will it be—tomorrow?
What will it bring—tomorrow?
What will change—tomorrow?
What will I become—tomorrow?
But what if tomorrow never comes
the way I keep asking it to?
What if I spend my whole life
waiting for the strength to live it?
Maybe the question was never
“What will tomorrow bring?”
Maybe it was always—
“What is the cost of waiting for it?”
My old soul is what I feature
Never asked a reason why
Never tried to doubt the nature
Only feel the urge to fly
I’m a metaphor you might
Recognize in times you follow
The trajectories of mind
In the dimness of tomorrow
When I’m tired of the flying
See me resting in the shade
Too much rest may equal dying
But I’m not at all afraid
I was born to find my light
Be it deep, or be it shallow
Flecks of sun, or moon at night
Lantern glimmer in the halo
I know that I must beware
Of the flame, but it’s a joke
I instinctively take care
From the turning into smoke
Only freedom is the cause
Of my little fragile life
Flying over, I take course
To whatever source of light..
I waited - but you didn't come
until tomorrows became wishes for yesterday,
when that silly chuckle and knowing brow
made shadows play in
blinding sunsets and
the tired yawns of morning when
you were here...
when - goodbyes then, were only
temporary...but it all
suddenly became forever and
it seems impossible - but
that scratched groove we always
knew - skipped in the exact same place
ta-dum-ta-dum-ta-dum...when
carefree for granteds and
the waking sun would bring... a smile...
TOMORROW
TOMORROW will dawn
Tomorrow will be
Tomorrow I will be
Tomorrow I will have
Tomorrow I will see
Tomorrow I will go
Tomorrow I will live.
Tomorrow would dawn
Tomorrow would be
Tomorrow would tell.
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Only tomorrow
Always tomorrow
Why tomorrow?
When is tomorrow?
Tomorrow will bring another day!
How I wish that dawn was today!
I remember tomorrow, I know that sounds impossible.?
Like saying I have already cried?for a goodbye that hasn't happened yet.
But I can see the white rose
I can feel its stem between my fingers,?the thorn pressing into my skin,?and somehow, I know exactly when it will hurt.
I know there will be sunlight on the table.?I know someone will laugh in the next room,?I know I will stand there thinking,?Please, let me keep this moment.
And that is the strangest part?I haven't lived it,?but I miss it.
Maybe that's what love does.?Maybe loving something means?your heart starts remembering its ending?before your life has reached the
beginning.
Because I look at this rose?still closed, still becoming,?holding an entire bloom inside itself.
And maybe we are like that too:?carrying memories of places we've never been,?goodbyes we haven't said,?people we haven't met,?
futures we are already afraid to lose.
So yes, I remember tomorrow.
Not because I've been there
but because somewhere inside me,?I have already begun to love it.
Artificial Ignorance has finally come of age
Proving once again the age-old adage
“Garbage in, garbage out.”
What more could we possibly expect
When we program it to mine
The collective data of mankind?
When has the average view
Let alone consensus
Ever been right?
(8/14/26)
LIFE IS ABOUT TODAY , NOT TOMORROW: BE AWARE
Each day has its trials.
Today, shouldn’t be different;
Just give it to God:-
All days are given by God;
And He will guide you through them:
There’s crucifixion;
There’s also resurrection;
And there’s ascension:
All canvassing days given:-
In living each day,
In God’s healing grace,
Give Him the praises:
Parallel in peace and love,
Perpendicular in life:-
Each day we are given,
Just seek God’s navigation:
Jesus will guide you:-
A tomorrow may not come;
End each day in thanksgiving:
Pride is really an awful thing
one's head is filled with nonsense
God is never pleased with this rot
for it makes one's head so dense
God's warning to never look too far
for the future you can never know
it can all change in a moment
in a twinkling of the eye it is so
Boasting is so stupid a thing
it marks the fall of man so clear
since Adam fell in the garden
the price paid is a dull ear
God's warning comes so very often
especially to fear God and all He says
so boastings are to be excluded
not just for a moment but all our days
Solomon has written these Proverbs
God endowed Him with being wise
man has been the beneficiary of that
so learn well likewise to rise
(" Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.")
Proverbs 27: 1 (KJV)
Perception
lives within itself
with no start or end
Reflection
puts the moment straight
when confusion bends
Prescience
is tomorrow calling
to damn or save
Conscience
the only thing you’ll carry
— beyond the grave
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Do Not Worry!
Do not worry
Bible says
Do not worry
Plain and clear
God’s command
I need to hear.
Today’s enough
Tomorrow worries
About its own
Live just for today
With Jesus.
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” Matthew 6:34
The shadows of a darkened past,
are the shades, that tomorrow cast.
The hurt we’ve caused, the damage we’ve done,
awakes each morning, with the rising sun.
In the shattered glass, there is pain,
when in the darkness of our mind, we remain.
Broken dreams, that piles up high,
as the shattered hearts, begin to cry.
In the darkness, we can’t see,
how those thing’s, hinder you and me.
The lack of knowledge, of the light,
blind to the darkness, we try to fight.
With no wisdom, we fight the air,
only hurting those, who truly care.
Where there’s a shadow, there’s a light,
and of the darkness, it gives us sight.
A heart of glass is mended with care,
filled with strength, beyond compare.
A heart of gold, from Heaven you see,
where the shades of tomorrow, will never be.
if the future is tomorrow,
and today was once tomorrow,
then future has already past.
if time is constant,
then life is constant
and this pain will never last.
if i am me
and you are you
then who are we,
if not me and you?
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