Fallacies with lessons learned

Seem to be a lose fitting truth

We misuse to teach all others

While personally ignoring it

What do we pursue so alluring

Within any threatening storm

Approaching us from horizons

That we tend to childishly peek   

Pretending there isn’t any harm

Instead of finding some security

And knowing full well the perils

To all others as well as ourselves

As we gleam at amiable attributes

Forgetful smiles hide…narcissist


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There are just some things

We discover unexpectedly

That can summate so much

Speaking on behalf of our hearts

Or maybe our lingering thoughts

Morning was duller than normal

And coffee had infused the air        

Something felt off, yet still right

So, I sat at the table in my chair    

Staring out of the framed pane

I noticed a cloudy mist stalled

Directly over a meadow chasm

I thought to myself, how apropos

Mother has hung up…my portrait  


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I wake in my semi-lit bedroom

And it’s three forty-eight A.M.

For a brief second, I feel guilty

Questioning how rude of me

To expect a lamp to serve sentry

Without me so much as asking

As quickly as it came, guilt left

Now I’m back being thoughtless

While undecided if I wish to sleep

Or get up to meander ignorantly

In hopes, I’ll stumble into a use       

Ten minutes elapsed somehow

My greatest achievement for now

Moving from my bed… to blending


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I’ve swam in course guilty rivers

Not because it was ever deserved  

Love risk suffering for loved ones

Or beaten against cynical boulders

That refused me any sort of refuge

And I swallowed the bitter bubbles

Of caustic and manipulative ploys

As you marginalized my held hope

One day you’d feel my love’s value    

But my worth got lost to teardrops  

That fell into the cold truth currents    

As you stood deaf and about faced

My fear imagined the darker finale

Until my love saved me… from you


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Not all of my life’s segues

Were considered hospitable

Nor as seamless as I’d like

Some changes are like dreams

But some darkened nightmares

And too often I’d find myself

Forced into a hyper-vigilant mode

To escape an inevitable drowning

Beneath cold unrelenting waves

That I would much prefer to float    

Destined to an unchartable location     

As if I were an unmoored sailboat  

Outside my wildest imagination   

Where every breeze was a whisper

“Go until you’ve reached… forever”


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On various occasions, I’ll sit

When there are no new words

For what the eyes have witnessed

Or what the soul feels in waves

And my loudest utterance is

A large inhale, then a slow exhale  

As thoughts chase after memories

And memories recollect lost dreams

Scars obtained during one’s lifetime

Remain after an injury took place

But the pain- it becomes a shadow

That won’t leave our consciousness

Life is a punctuation of moments

Some unwanted but some… precious


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Drops stream my face

Without known cause

It’s without any mistake

That with the right persons

And in the right places

And in the right times

My soul feels this- music

That my mind can’t fathom    

It’s soothing and cathartic

And I feel a belonging- to 

Like witnessing blooming

Of Cherry Tree Blossoms

We also see their petals shed

As if their souls left… perfected  


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Progress- what a vulgar term at best

We’ve exceeded our needs for wants

Doing the unnecessary because we can

Obtuse and deaf, hell-bent and dammed

We’re our own evolved frenzied monster

Sporting a devilishly insatiable hunger

Technology has beaten down palisades    

That once safeguarded all the huminites

Of arts, photographers, poets, painters

Sculptures, languages, music, speakers  

AI’s can simultaneously act as all of them

With their unblemished flare and skills

Explore new gardens of unknown galaxies

We’ve achieved outsourcing… ourselves


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Time is now my heartless jailer

Holding my full essence hostage

In hopes to force my transition

Through a loss- I refuse to abort

From my mind, soul, and heart

Marginalizing all my principles

That’s guided well my love forth

For not capitulating effortlessly                   

To their dark antithetical scheme

Swallowing of some bitter canard

And view life’s prism differently          

To weaken who I’ve always been       

One would think a loss is enough    

But regardless of what they want

My love doesn’t halt… its mission   


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It isn’t loneliness we feel  

But more of that frigid cold

In that formless hollowness

That’s adhered to our souls  

Even as we sit before a fire

Snaps, crackles, and pops!

In a prismatic-colored dance

Our cloak of worries slide off

Lured into a momentary trance

Escaping all the woes of strife

Laying down our guard a bit

As we sip- on brandy or wine

Having an internal dialogue

About still feeling… half froze


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