your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
silence amidst the din of existence
colors hold no warmth
dawn only brings time moving
watching the children in the park
lost in the joy of playground entertainment
the future has a secure ambiance
a smile wanders across my face
it is a painting hanging in a gallery
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
there are no real mysteries to life
only answers in the cauldron
then you walk into the room
and the enchantment in life returns
as Van Morrison wrote
have I told you lately, i love you
conveys the deepest love we share
the breath of Creation
Oregon 9/5/26
I like
to bike
on rails
to trails
I roam
from home
long ride
trail wide
warm sun
have fun
near trees
cool breeze
at end
sores tend
good path
need bath
As trails of thought unwind
In the labyrinth of my mind,
Twisting, turning, weaving, dreaming,
My poetries start evolving.
The trails amble like a river in my mind,
Creating new paths – not leaving the old behind.
Each trail traces a story of old,
Leading to a poem – new and bold.
Steering through memories of joy and fear,
Some trails are familiar and very clear,
Others are unchartered, winding and free,
The outcome of the poem till the end, I cannot see!
Thus, in the trails meandering in my mind,
Beautiful treasures and wonders I finally find!
- Crystaldj
Copyright ©2022 by Crystal David John
Salty like slight oceans, the tears start to fall
Gravity pulls them down to the pool of beginning
When the hours slipped way by-why was I upset again?
My boots branched down brick pathways to seek the water
I'll run past home cities, the sun beats me to the south
Crunching leaves make the sounds of crumbling worries
I search far and wide for the venom which is eye secretions
Oh, my dear sunshine friend, have you begun to steal them?
After crusades to crush my curiosity about where they have gone
My tears were slurped like a soft drink by a being called the Sun
Send the kids off to school,
is it just a memory? or a forgotten hole in time.
All these years on...
I still wave good-bye.
We want so much for others,
yet so little for ourselves.
Forget to tidy our own room..
wipe the dust away
from the shelves.
Just today, as the dust settled,
another forgotten hole in time..
one with a gift-wrapped box
that contained within
a tie.
Times don't change,
people change.
My hope for our journey
that we've learned to behave.
Forgive those that strayed for a moment
from the path.
It was theirs, not yours
and be thankful we ought too.
If ever there was one wish I could grant,
t'would be a Happy Father's Day for you.
hidden from sight
walking on frozen water
hoof prints left in snow
It Isn’t How We Got Here
So Much, And Yes, That’s
Where We Are, Thanks To That.
Some Of The Stories Are
Fascinating And Impressive
The Parts We're Impressed
'Correctly' By... Still Under-Cover
In Impressive Review...
But We Are HERE NOW...
And You Just:
Better Hold ON!
Get Ready For The Ride.
-Gray Squirrel
11-28-2025
Exploring nature what do I see?
your beauty looking back at me.
What a pretty bird and bee.
The wind softy blows,
kissing the rose.
Peace by my side,
your pathway is my guide.
leaves fall, silently
trail of tears, lonely, sensing
grief of November
I am riding on determination and courage,
Going to cross the mysterious woodland.
Across the river, I met with luck and opportunity.
"Don’t go there alone," they warned me,
"For many before you went,
But lost their lives in the dim light of the dreary forest.
The ways are ambiguous,
The paths are winding,
And haunting sounds echo through the air.
Ride with us—leave behind determination and courage.
We’ll give you a smooth journey,
Free of afflictions and troubles.
The woods know us well,
And we’ll turn the woodland into a wonderland."
I paused for a while and closed my eyes.
My mouth was silent, but my heart began to speak:
"Graceful and successful people always choose the difficult path.
They do not rely on luck and opportunity—
And that makes all the difference.
Triumph demands courage and determination,
Not luck and opportunity."
I opened my eyes with renewed resolution
And a clearer vision.
I continued my journey with courage and determination,
Leaving luck and opportunity behind.
IN STARDUST TRAILS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
fiery tear across celestial sails
whispers your name in stardust trails
trail through woven trees,
hands f
l s
a p
p e
t
with delight, his s
s c a t t e r quiet joy.
The tails we tell ourselves To make ourselves feel warmth. restart with goodnight then we've changed. We believe the lies we tell ourselves Need those tails to tell ourselves hugs. Kisses jumps before you sleep. All emotional thrills the truth we never seek.
The truth is cold sharp and it kills even if the truth is supposed to heal.
The truth never matters the lie was the big deal. We take only what we feel is necessary to carry, but we never take We take only what we feel is necessary to carry. But we never take what is needed to care. The tails others tell us are selfish unnecessary selfish lies. To keep us docile. Denial is our friend and regret is always rescheduled, Our minds are beautiful. They without command push the truth so far back that years of denial becomes a padded lock. It's those who face the truth that dont have smiles or parties.
The honest, the downer, the hated,the ones who say nothing, do nothing, just walking through life not messing with anyone. Only to be met with contempt. Why? Because the truth is in our walk, head up and eyes straight, its in our voice calm and direct. Not a leader but they follow, Not a talker but they ask for a speech.
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Across the endless march of days
Nature showing what will be
Best laid plans that come out sideways
What you get is what you see
Timeless trails turn into highways
Searching for a better me
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