We’ve all known them
Many of us personally
Perhaps at work
Or in our lives
Or in our dreams
They can be harsh
Or cruel
Devoid of much humanity
They seem to get energy from others
Monsters
We hide from them
Run from them
Hoping they will leave
Or not exist
Yet they do
As long as we tolerate them
They will
Yet we know
In the end
Love triumphs evil
Kindness over cruelty
Light over darkness
Let’s spread more love
And light
Each and every day

coyly in a soft voice,
Almost a whisper,
He leaned close to her to listen.
She smiled broadly excited,
He likes me!
Little did she know that he had hearing problem.
2/1/2025

And now it seems like all of my hands are focused on someone new

From the clock to my palm

These hands are for you

You- you,
Gotta open UP,
you're eyes.
Thiz iz zo,
Disturbin g.

Language is the mouthpiece of thought
unless it's mastered, all writing turns to nought
ah, sadly,  this so many writers forgot!