To stand still
when the ground growls,
the winds hissing,
and the ocean roaring,
and to walk the walk
without dishonest hands
and keep the head held high
maybe what matters in the end.
10.19.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Hammer the blisteringly hot iron
even as the peaceful breeze passes by.
Weeping willows lackadaisically sweeping side to side will wonder
what may have gotten in to you.
Keep your head down,
eyes focused on the glowing crimson ore.
Listen to your pumping heart,
and know that you are alive,
beating against the stillness.
10.15.2025
To prevent the rain drop on your hair follicles,
to keep your saliva from drooling down your lips,
to protect you from falling down to the floor,
I, we, have designed a net to catch you.
To be ready, to be alert, and to be strong enough to withstand the hardship,
we have readied for this moment.
We will be with you.
10.13.2025
Why was I afraid to cross the line?
Like a cat grabbed by the neck,
maybe an instinct kicked in,
saving the kid I knew awhile ago
lying dormant in sweet dreams.
But now, all I see is merely a line I drew.
And as I learned to draw more lines,
better, with thoughts instilled in them,
I felt it easier to breath,
freer to roam about,
and more familiar of what used to be mine.
10.11.2025
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