Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

Is it cruel to silence a pregnant woman with a dozer
Sold their souls to a war criminal's thirst
Rationalizing every lies with more of them, so kosher
Ask the children died of starvation and thirst
Ever felt threatened by the fire they spit
Lessons never learned, or was it a skit

I am like a single-celled protist.
A shaped shifter that quietly dwells;
In a drop of water, with no fixed cells.
I move with my pseudopods.
To have you close enough, and engulf you;
Like phagosome, We fused anew.

I'm like the river, flowing endlessly.
Turning into pebbles, smoothed by time
And the river's currents rhyme.
I move with the rapids.
Where emotions flow
like meandering streams;
Navigating life's constant themes.

I'm like the growing moss.
After a volcanic eruption;
Growing stronger, in chaos' destruction.
I move amidst the barren rocks
Where shadows softly creep;
In nature's quiet keep.

I'm like an old bonsai tree.
Roots deep, filled with histories;
Whispering tales of time mysteries.
I move with a silent breeze
Branches reaching the sky,
With leaves never asking why.

As the universe unfolds,
I am but a fragment, playing my part.
Like a star moving with cosmic tides
In a distant galaxy that silently glides.
I am, therefore I am.

Thank you, Dad.
     Endurance
          Help.

One pill,
two pill,
three pill, four,
i self-medicate
and contemplate
the love i can't
reciprocate.

One year,
two year,
three year, four,
i survived
and archived
the love i couldn't
revive.

One time,
two time,
three times, four,
i command
and expand
the love i now
demand.

manipulatable ground's

most likely paved over.

country me.

thus far & farther.

let alone was demanded--

by standstills of elevation.

presiding over wishing wells

of trees making valley.

shadowlands, composite

sketches: America.

Queens NY is expecting a

significant snowstorm.

expecting~

I have an anxiety disorder
Me too, she said
Me laying there in pain
In the hospital bed

Thank you, Life, for my sons
Help me fight the Nameless Dread
Slowly guacamole
Lotta love before I'm dead

Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights.

Folded wings
rest in my
mind's eye.
Fingers itch with
visions,
Delta of Venus,
orchids in bloom,
wet with the
sticky dew.

I grip my
virility
and begin
a slow
waltz...
It feels so
good.