The feeling you invoke in me
is like waterfalls, it's cool and
refreshing as the down pour
crashes over your body and you're
transported to someplace you have
never been to.
The summer breeze hits you as you
feel it brush against your skin, even
though you can't see it, you know it's
there; you could feel it as it brushes
through your hair.
Others might describe this as magic,
but you are the only one who knows
to call this--
It's ********
You wouldn't want for this to disappear
or to go away, but this once in a life time,
it must be good, so, you need to have it to
see for yourself, feeling, seems so enticing.
This form of aphrodisiac;
It has everyone calling it magic,
but you are the only one who knows
to call this--
It's ********
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
I GO WHEREVER YOU GO
I’LL STAY WHEREVER YOU STAY
FOR YOUR BEATING HEART IS
LOUD AND IT SHOWS ME THE WAY
WHERE YOU LAY YOUR HEAD
REST ASSURED
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
MY BED IS YOUR BED.
I’VE TRAVELED WITH YOU THIS FAR
I’VE NO TASTE FOR TURNING MY BACK ON YOU
FOR YOU ARE FOREVER IN MY HEART
AND TO THAT I HOLD TRUE
WHERE YOU LAY YOUR HEAD
REST ASSURED
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
MY BED IS YOUR BED
I HAVE NO RING TO SHOW MY BOND
I HAVE NO TRINKET TO DEMONSTRATE
THE POWER OF YOUR LOVE
BUT I’D FOLLOW YOU TO THE END
OF ALL DAYS BECAUSE
WHERE YOU LAY YOUR HEAD
REST ASSURED
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
MY BED IS YOUR BED
I GO WHEREVER YOU GO
I’VE TRAVELED WITH YOU THIS FAR
AND THOUGH I HAVE NO RING TO SHOW MY BOND,
NO TRINKET TO DEMONSTRATE
THIS BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL POWER
OF OUR LOVE THAT WE WILL CREATE
KNOW THAT FOR WHEREVER
WE LAY OUR HEADS, REST ASSURED
IT SHALL BE FOREVER ON ONE BED.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
I don't know what is compelling
Me to seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
Could be about.
A door was opened, and I
Was left to figure it out.
But I haven't the slightest idea
Where to start, or even try
To get back my heart.
I was so dumb and did
Not think that it would
Be taken with a feeling that
Is so sweet.
And that it would turn out
To be a lie as my illusions
Of love were torn from me
And thrown back at my feet.
It's not your fault that I
Was brought to this level;
Lured by images of you, snagged
By broken promises of adventures
That were on a list of things to do.
Yet, as it was all flagged and I
Was hit by the cold, hard truth of reality;
the damage was already done.
The liars of all liars had their fun!
And here I am, left behind,
Beyond repair, trust shattered,
As I escape from within myself, I'm
Sitting on the edge, looking down
At a trusting soul left so battered.
Still holding on to... wanting to...
I don't know what's compelling me
To seek you out.
I don't know what I'm
Looking for or even what this
could be about.
But I think that you are the key
That could fit in my door that
was left opened; you could reach in
and let out a weight that has had me
down for I desperately seek to be free.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
I don't know how much more of this
I can take.
How could someone fall for
Someone who was fake?
I was stupid to have let my
Guard down,
Because now I look back
Only to laugh at myself--what a clown!
I keep beating myself up with this
And there is no way I can stop it.
I keep taking myself back to this
Someone snap me out of it.
I'm always too scared to let
Anyone in; this unbreakable wall I put up.
Yet somehow I want it to crumble,
But when it does, there I go and stumble.
I don't know how much more of this
I can take! But it's my stupid mistake!
Because I was the one who fell
For someone who was fake.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
My home told me that she’s had enough.
She cried and said, “I am not that tough!”
She gathered up all her Seasons and disappeared
And now, we’re left with a chaotic atmosphere–
The end is near!
But I’ve searched for Home in all the corners
Of the world,
Crossing oceans and climbing mountain tops
Above and below; I am such a lonely girl.
Home left us because of all the cruelties and malice
That we’ve thrown at her with such a heavy blow.
But I’ll never give up on her, because at the end
All I know; Home is my home.
She needs to believe in her heart that
If she gives up and leaves, she’s giving up on me.
Oh, Home please don’t leave me,
For I will be torn apart!
My home told me that she’s had enough.
She cried and said, “I am not that tough!”
But I cried back, begged and told her,
“Please, I know it’s tough. Hold on for a little longer.
It will get less rough. I will wipe away your tears
And gather up all your Seasons and I will fix the
Atmosphere and make it so you wouldn’t
Have to disappear.
Because I for one, want to keep staying here
And live in my home with Home for more
Than just a few years.”
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
We say that we’re
Not scared to die,
But we are.
So, why do we lie?
We all have mixed feelings
About it too.
Some days we’re brave and
Tell ourselves we’re not afraid.
Then comes those other days
Where at night, we don’t want
To close our eyes because
Yes, we’re afraid to die.
Why can’t we all just admit it?
That we’re afraid to die, afraid of death.
We don’t know what it’ll feel like–
That could explain our fear.
To take our last breath and
Just end right here.
Stepping into the unknown with the
Grace and dignity of a being so unique
And brave who was not afraid of death.
We don’t know when it’ll happen and
That makes us vulnerable, but it makes
Us stronger, humble and wiser.
We can truly understand and be one
With the knowledge of it all.
We can’t break it, we can’t put up a wall
Because death becomes us all.
We should not be afraid of death.
We should look it straight in the eyes and tell it:
“I am not afraid of you,
I am not afraid to die.
I see you in the
Far distant wake
Of a long stride
That I must take.
You’re there, your face
I cannot mistake.
I see you even in the blur
Of a mystic fog –
I am not afraid.
Nor the cold even when stirred,
Your hand I take.
I see you even when
I don’t understand why,
When, or how but it took;
The look in your
Eyes said it all;
My last living breathe –
That when I left
It was with Death.”
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
I was forbidden to see his face or his physique
but he always let me know that he was there.
He gave me the finer things and treated me fair,
and I know that he loved me I dare say, of that
he never swayed.
Since the day I have been taken away
from my father and sisters, I have lived with
this man as my husband, never to see his face
but only to feel his touch.
I was always left to wonder
if he was a man with beautiful features
or a hideous defect of an unforeseen creature.
His love was genuine for he never fails to tell me, never fails
to show me and to that I hold true
his love for me, it was never blue.
For one day after nearly a year of his pleasant love
he allowed my beloved sisters to come and pay me a visit
and I was never more the happier for I had not seen them
since I have been taken. But other reasons
had they for their visit, oh I was so mistaken.
They poured into my subconscious mind
their lies, deceit and their malace for they
have become envious of the splendor that had befallen me,
of the grandiose of my comfort; they thought me to live unhappily
but were taken aback with what they have seen
and so believed that I was not fit for such a palace.
They filled my head with such opposites, twisted half-truths
and convinced me they did, for I let them get the best of me.
One night as my beloved slept, into his room I crept and at his side
I took the candle and as quickly as I grabbed the sconce I torched it
and held it as high above him as I can handle.
Low and behold my breath was taken as I stood
there in front of my husband; I was so frozen!
There I stood staring at his glorious features. All golden!
Lovely golden locks of honey scented hair, smooth silky
skin so soft and fair, and long beautiful golden lashes.
Oh, how I was so wrong about him, about everything!
I was so wrong to have doubted him, but it was too late.
My love caught me looking down on him and as I came out of my
frozen state with a startled reflex, I unintentionally burned him
with hot wax from my candle and with a scream so lovely he jumped
from his serene slumber off the bed only to glare at me,
the bride he had wed and his face turned so sad for me because
in his heart he truly loved me, but also because he knew
what must be done.
“My beautiful wife, what have you done?
Have I not told you from the very beginning
that my love was all you needed to trust?
Instead you betray me with your uncertainty.
Have I not told you that I was a man of honor,
integrity, of hope and of love?
Yet you go and forsake me with your mortal curiosity
and for that I must leave you, for you do not deserve me
my sweet love.”
I fell down to my knees as I watched with tears of sadness
once full of joy for his glory was too much to behold.
This beautiful creature who had taken me to wife,
spread his mighty wings, took hold of his bow and satchel
full of golden arrow tips. He came down to me on bended knee,
he gently caressed my face as he guided me to look upon his grace;
And as he kissed my lips it was then that I had realized,
my husband not a man; oh my how stupid for I knew then
my husband, Son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was Cupid!
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
So we’re living in a world that is
Crying and pleading. Mother Earth is probably
Wondering why humankind is nothing but hate
And full of want and greed and always needing.
Why we never have the sense to care or the
Empathy to feel the loss, the hurt, the tears,
The blood and the fear of our Mother Earth,
Of how she cries out to us and begs us to stop hurting her.
We’ve already been seeing her signs.
Revenge is all bitter and never in her nature,
But oh so sweet since she commands the changes of
The seasons, the changes of the climate and it is
She who decides how long we can stay here
And make no mistake for she will sacrifice herself and
All its glorious wonders only to exterminate
The bad that is hurting her—and of the innocent she will not care!
Because in truth if we do not care for ourselves then
Who is to say that we, the humankind,
Earn the right to live in our beautiful Mother Earth?
How dare we? To even call it Home; for we do not deserve her!
And the pain she will inflict upon us will be unbearable, the torture unimaginable.
The cries and the screams of all life not being able to breathe whilst
Being drowned in a hot, humid atmosphere
For where once we stood ignorant and proud
Will be nothing but our ashes to mark our hypocrisy.
And those few that survives this will be taken by the
Peaceful, calm serenity of a long deep slumber
Underneath the brisk cold of the minus 150 degree temperature
Where we will all suffer forever frozen, the fate of our last days!
No, this is too much hate and not the way of Mother Earth, but to save herself
From the cruel ignorant intentions of our species
She will open for the very first time our eyes
For we have all been blind and by then it will all be too late
Because we have taught Mother Earth how to Hate.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
I keep staring at images of you.
Photos sent to me by you, but not you!
I can’t throw them away; they have to stay.
I get reminded of those times
Every time I hear a song played.
How do I make this go away?
I force myself not to think, but no matter what I do
When I blink; images of your handsome face are
Running laps all over my brain.
My heart is hurting because I can’t have you.
If I have to say it or spell it out for you;
The only thing I got out of this was the pain.
I want to dare to reach out to you,
But I can’t seem to find the courage to pull though,
To just pick up the phone and call you.
Wouldn’t know what to say if I did that
Silly act. But if I was daring and I did it anyway,
Would you talk to me back as a kind act?
I don’t know what I seem to be holding on to.
I need to find a way to put this all behind me.
Because I continue to stare at all these images of you.
It’s not my fault they were used to lure me,
Wish I could throw them all away, but
I was told they gotta stay.
If only I could reach you someway, somehow.
The real you–only to see.
Just to see if maybe you could release me.
Release me from this hold that you got on me.
And I’ll be the one to be bold, since it’s your images
That I have to hold.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
It has only been four years
That you had left me,
And while four years may seem
Like a long time for some,
To me, it was just yesterday and
I still feel this way.
I stand at the precibus with the blade
Embedded deep in my chest as the light
Of the sun’s crest floating over the horizon
Touches the hilt; waiting for it to be removed.
That will be the day, dear brother, that I come home.
To you, because I still feel this way…
I still feel the anguish when I learned that alone you had to
Leave me, scared and by yourself; you had to go.
I still feel the loneliness and the emptiness of things
We used to do together, the fun that we had. Didn’t we?
I still feel the anger–the anger of what could have been done
If actions were taken.
I still feel the pain in my heart where that blade is stuck
That King Arthur himself can't take it out! Not even with luck.
Only the softness and caring soul that you were on this Earth
Can ease my grief.
Though you’re not here with me physically, I have to accept
Somehow, someway, that your spirit is.
But only to guide me and watch over me because you know…
Dear brother, Oh, only you know that I still feel this way.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC