Life isn't a scattered piece.
It unfolds into trillions of unknown roads:
Some lead to light,
Some to dark,
Some to danger,
Some to heal.
They stretch endlessly.
The soul that once arrived,
Splinters into fragments.
The glass can be shattered or melted,
Cracked or polished,
Fused or cut,
Recycled or etched.
Yet it remains glass.
Some earn a name.
Some don't.
Yet all meet at the same place,
Where every arrival has always awaited its return.
Demise and emergence:
The funnel and source;
The one no one can ignore,
Still lingering to reclaim
The soul it once awakened.
All you earn,
Remains only as fragments of yesterday.
Roads remember your footsteps,
Until they fade into echoes no one hears.
Names become whispers no one remembers.
Yet the soul keeps chasing the unseen tomorrow,
The endless race,
Forgetting the waiting funnel of life,
That waits to end the journey,
That once began among millions
Of unknown roads.
If but nights, which fateful day
A dream wanderer, longs for
To melt as to meet
Hot fleshed, with its twin
Or yet birthed, and named yet
Holds tight to God's hem
One, of whose concept
Alone does swoon in!
Eye-lid, of no moonbeam
Drowsy-lowered, pierced.
That fair vision of, itself reawakes.
As pale-gleamy faced.
Eardrum, of no curlew
Headrest-numbing, pricked.
Those wounded tones of, it, too, does make ring.
As pathetic traced.
In my heart there’s a fire raging about
Honestly, there’s a part of me that wants to let it all out
I hate that unfairness being rewarded is the norm
Why do I have to shut up and conform?
Day in day out our cries fall on deaf ears
Having to go on with little sleep, face covered in tears
When do we sleep, when do we rest?
I don’t want to continue like this, I want to protest
Fair pay, fair hours
Give us what’s rightfully ours
If things continue like this, I won’t stay
Rather than being rich I’d rather be okay
Or at least that’s what I’d like to say
But I know that’s just a pipe dream
After all, I’ve got bills to pay
I have a mouth and yet, I cannot scream
Yet another quote on the internet that i read
"If the person you love the most puts a gun to your head, what would be your last words?"
"It's okay, it's not your first time" I'd say
The sword you've twisted in me, again and again
My flesh healed long before, but it remembers the wounds it held
Your twisted and beautiful smile faded out deep beneath the folds of your face
But this is your doing, isn't it?
"Don't worry, it's not my first demise from the hands i hold dear"
No tears left to fall, no scars to hide
I have succumbed to the darkness i once thought was the light
Yet another quote on the internet that i read
My heart pulled out of my chest
Am a mess of your worse intentions
And now, am just dead.
Just give me the room now.' Be it ever so small
And crowded as anything.' Spilling into the hall..All because an Elephant entered
And stayed? we were told only for just 'two
Weeks.' As violins they played; But that
Was six years now gone.' And the feaces and food.! Are a great tax to shoulder' i hope you'll not think me rude.'? As i shout, Loud and clear;
Its a small space
YOU FAT ELEPHANT..! that it might dissapear.? Back into the tv? Or radio
Perhaps? And folks, i'll not be sorry for my
Actions..No not at all, that thing is just
real plain
stubborn..Someone must make the call.!
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You stars, goodnight.
We're walking, hand in hand.
Our little lanterns guiding us;
as you lead us from above - up there, you're shining.
We barely twinkle, below.
Waiting for that superstar to rise -- how much longer now?
Second star to the right, that's the way.
And then straight, all the way to the final destination. You can't miss it the island that doesn't exist.
Blue lagoon, pink clouds, somewhere only we know.
Soon.
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The Difference Between
Me And You Is: I'm
Not You.
This Time.
You Can - I Can't.
Perfectly Balanced!
The Difference Between
It And Not It...
***Draw A Buncha' Maps***
***Dogs And Ponies In A Show***
***Steal A BOAT!!!***
-----please pipe down----
IS NOT IT!!!!
----nothing isn't----
IS Undefined.
---too simple---
Yet.
(Slippery.)
Let Go.
-Gray Squirrel
09-13-2026
Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
My husband,
He's attentive.
He mirrors the care I give, gracefully.
Believing in my ideas,
Guiding with no grip,
Debriefing as we cool.
My husband,
He's talented,
He knows failure and the win.
Humble in that fact,
Driven by integrity,
Kind hands, the type the small run towards.
My Husband,
He's warm inside,
Undying in his inner flame.
He turns his own cogs,
His mind multidimensional,
His heart radiating in ripples.
My Husband,
His eyes sing so loudly,
Empathy the main chorus that never ends.
Recognising others naturally,
Holding space without thought,
A strong spine protecting his clan.
My Husband,
He isn't here yet,
But I've been growing for my love.
Hear my call, dear partner...
Immerse yourself in me,
By your side I will stand in glory.
One is named “Another Unfortunately Not to Contact”,
Still with the mugshot at which we giggled.
I try to see what he had as a passing joke,
But he respected that I seriously don’t want to smoke.
He’ll always suit jackets that jingle.
Another’s named “Hurts to Contact”.
We met at a drawing group.
On first word, we clicked.
Their artwork is lit.
We’ve shared our final packet of Hula Hoops.
Another is just a number.
Together, we sang “Hey Jude”.
We watched “Gavin and Stacey”.
He made perfect pastry.
We’ll always love music and food.
As for you,
“Everything Will Be Alright”
Is how your sibling’s number is saved,
Whose buzzcut I used to shave –
Hair that won’t outgrow my memory’s sight.
Your contact is still Luka ??!
With a smiley and exclamation mark.
We are still in touch,
But I think of you too much –
Our conversations heart wrenching to park.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of life,
She bore the pain and wore the scars;
Leaving behind the soulful hamlet,
She marched onward, lantern in hand,
And trace her footprints in the sands of time.
Though life's like a chasm, deep and wide,
She marched forth like Shepherds beneath stars,
A beam of light, a glimmer of hope shone within,
Like a lighthouse amidst the sea, she stands tall.
Life's naught a trodden path,
But one that awaits to be trodden.
And every step she dares to take
Become a path where none had gone.
The charm of the moon makes vast oceans swoon,
elliptical orbits causing mood swings,
save in few detached souls who are immune,
there being nothing to which their heart clings.
The void of cessation is always still,
akin to a leopard before it leaps,
joyous dewdrops of rain clouds poised to spill,
as boons of grace, which in time our soul reaps.
There is nothing to say, much less to do,
magic of magnetism making ingress,
illumining our aura, each hue new,
wherein breath by breath we slowly undress.
To consciousness pure housed in heart demure ~
This world of names and forms holds no allure
Decoded like a file-Yet still Unclassified
A group tried to scan your soul like a
Barcode file,
Pondering they had access, thought they
Had style-
But one's truth ain't a doc you compile,
You remain encrypted, laughing all the
While.
Betrayal tried to breach you, sneak in,
Eavesdropping, but resilence hit back a
System icon.
You reboot clean, move sharp, stay gone,
Too many layers for for their read only con.
They wanted cliff notes, cheat codes, a
Quick profile, But you're firewalled spirit-
With a street- born smile.
Your whole lifestyle,
Rising every-time like a comeback file.
They called her weak; I called her flame.
Disposable—she wore that shame.
Fate left her cracked on alien stone;
Her warriors fled; she lay alone.
I was half-dead, yet found my spine;
I lifted her; I made her mine.
We crossed poison sands, lungs in debt;
Through fire-tempest—still, I set.
Past empire bones, we learned to bleed;
Survival shifted into need.
Trust grew fanged; loyalty took flight;
Love came midnight, not polite.
I never let her leave my back;
I kept my vow in starless black.
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