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  Oct 2024 Carlo C Gomez
Caroline Shank
When I die I want to be
in love with you.
I want to take with me
your tender care.  I don't

want to leave you without
you knowing that a large
piece of the fabric

of me

was you.

I want to experience

you,

the breathless catch
which surprises me
everytime I think

of you.

The thought under the song
of you loving me   The words
of prayers, in so many
languages.  We were
Blessed to know that
love was our predestined

Minute.

We for whom God planned,
in the beginning, a banquet
of days.  Not years.

When I die I want to take
your voice breathing
our names,

over and over again.

          God give us a lifetime,

          for a minute.

         You and me.

         A prayer

         Returned.




Caroline Shank
10.8.2024
  Oct 2024 Carlo C Gomez
ymmiJ
Their imaginary lines are drawn
Our true past unknown, our future forgone
Humanity is killing it's own
Peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter's dawn
still as the silence that whispers to us, like a fawn
Drawn to the air in our lungs as we gently engage  
side by side in a world of great love, rock of Age

Let us fly like birds through a world of pure joy
where beauty and grace are virtues we deploy    
Let us live here as one and always keep pace  
with a heart that is pure, set always in place

Composed as the Sun when it beams on the snow
with a linger of solitude and a trace of afterglow
Quiet as the stars of heaven that exude n' shine
late at night in the sky as it turns , red to wine

Let us embrace and exist as we breathe in the calm
clothing our thoughts with a drop of  sweet balm
Let us arrive by the rivers of brave and swim free
just like the fish in the sea who know how to be,

peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter pond,  
still as the silence that whispers to us at dawn.
  Oct 2024 Carlo C Gomez
Casper Lake
There is a disconnect
Between my mind and my mouth
My thoughts get lost
And come out in fractured sentiments
Never painting a clear picture
Of how I feel or think
I can portray only the most basic of thoughts

That I love those dear to me
That I enjoy an array of things
But never why
An explanation is something
That I am incapable of

I cannot explain why something
Like a song or media
Makes me feel so deeply
I cannot defend the things I care about
Because I cannot find the words verbally

I am doomed to only articulate my thoughts
Through writings few will ever see
How hopeless I feel
And how desperately I wish
That I could communicate like others
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