I can only live within my means, not a circle of dreams. Too old to change,
and this is my destiny
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If I fear anything...it is stagnation more than daring change.
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"law of nature"CHANGE" & Factor: equal and opposite reaction"
Jagdish Bajantri
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I came with stars and bangles --
you set me in a corner.
I sang sweet lyrics, -- your dog
did not approve. We kissed,
our imitation – The doorbell rang
and we both leaped to answer.
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I ran a poem of mine through AI just for analysis, not to change or improve anything -- the opinion was frightening. Better than any person I have encountered, as if this thing was inside my head. The next generation really does have something to worry about. We are dinosaurs my friends -- hope our bones will retain truth enough to inspire when we are gone, to be really read as they are dug up and carefully dusted, by facsimiles of living souls.
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Poetry is Truth -- and truth connects time and space. If it was true for Plato, it was also true for Shakespeare, and is therefore true for the modern poet. Which, insistently, works the same in the converse. The modern poet does not need new language and form (gimmicks)...what he or she needs is to often revisit man's relationship with omnipotence.
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“Leadership is not about waiting for power; it is about using your voice, your choices, and your actions to create change.”
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Angel wings no more pain
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If poetry and music speak the language of love, poets keep writing and musicians play on.
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The mind is a danger if left to wander,
going after all that it wants to plunder,
haunting its hunger like a mad hunter,
flexing its power and then to ponder—
Did I make a mistake?
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We cannot change the past...but we can stop crucifying ourselves on the Cross of Memory.
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We should be talking to people about God-evangelism, and talking to God about people-prayer. J.I. Packer
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Truth is truth. Church, the family table, the neighborhood Circle K -- it never changes.
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Dangerous, powerful...and seductive. What more could one want from life!?
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Change is hard but staying somewhere you don’t belong will literally destroy you.
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A half-full theater in a big city is statistically amazing. Only a small change in the probability of any inhabitant being in the theater would have it empty or overflowing.
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Emotions are substance -- Love, hate, they are substance. Angels, they are substance. Maybe not what we commonly understand as physical matter, but spirit is substance. Spirit is real. For me, after everything has been cleaned and polished, there radiates love. Love is the source and ever evolving embodiment of manifest reality. Nothing exists outside of love...all else is illusion.
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When one’s soul aches and the tears flow, somewhere there’s a angel who’ll soften the blow.
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Hope is a strange ride
Its destiny unpaid, an invisible token
We cannot afford to hide
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"She sang three little birds in tears at the dead of night when my world fell apart..."
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When you are in a room filled with devils angels stand out even more.
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If change be law, then let its seal be shown;
if breach be grace, let grace be overthrown.
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Flirting is a cheap currency. Those who don't have character, substance, or real value equivalent to solid gold use flirting as a method to mask their own emptiness in exchange for goods they can get without paying the real price.
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Anger reacts; wisdom reflects.
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Never change a life of virtue but always let virtue change you. February 2026.
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"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???"
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I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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Poetry is really only saying things with deeper, more aware commitment. Treatment of words in such a way that gives the reader desire and space for personal mental, spiritual interaction. In short, poetry is more thoughtful. To be poetic involves heartfelt communion on a creative level that does not exist even with dear, profound prose. Great prose often exhibit strong poetic language.
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Shivers through your body in the strangest places. Mystic creatures with skin torn faces. Bleeding hands bones show through bright red rivers and a misty dew.
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"Change arrives by stealth for
nothing changes until it must
as it keeps its own dark ledger."
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