10-23-24   5:27pm

forgiveness does not grow on trees
it grows as a tree
and takes its time

it might take an eternity
or feel like one, at that
but once the seed is planted
it will grow
and sprout
just give it time


leaves will emerge
branches will take a much-needed stretch
and your heart will heal

10-12-24

when do you stop crossing my mind
what day
what hour
what time

I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

Lovely, you're still my Valentine,
Romance that is yours and mine,
It's okay to be human, feeling
Sublime, love sends me reeling.
It's okay to love your smile,
Hope we linger a while
In morning glory, all right
Darby, no need to get uptight,
Your woo is more than best,
Spammers, chuck away the rest!
You are Cupid's sweet one,
Older  now, for ageing fun,
Adoring  you, such happy face,
Lovers have an excellent place,
My ode devoted, my heart
Caring for you, let's never part.

i am the hand of god,
and i am adam.
my hand caringly sculpts the clay
but i am sad to see
all i can create is
me.

i am my own doom.
my free will transformed into self-determinism.
i am a fool and i am aware,
all at once.
the world can never hurt me.

i am the only one that can hurt myself.

creator and creature,
why do you weep?
tear pieces off your soul
and make them bread
to feed those you wish cared for you.

they will not care, when you are on the cross
they will not weep.
when your self-sacrifice reaches its zenith.

only you will cry for yourself, son of god.