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yes
deep in the heart of things
complete stillness reigns

peacefulness of perpetual love
undiluted presence

yes love is a fortress
undisturbed completeness
Stick a knife in the dawn.
Twist the peonies
into puppets.
Put the goldfish on
the counter and feed
it cereal.
Mice cast shadows as
big as elephants on
the yellow walls of
my heart.
Dance a slow waltz with
the philodendron.
Dig up
Mozart
Bach, and
Wagner.
Make a chocolate cake.
Read me, TS Eliot, and
sing old hymns.

**** everything.
Mom and Dad have died.
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there’ll always be chaos inside of my life
I’m just being honest, I’m speaking my plight
I know that my body has suffered a lot
and my mental health tries to stick to the plot

the truth is, I’m broken in ways you don’t know
in languages foreign and places you’ll go
but I’ve seen the people, I’ve heard what they say
and made it a point that I won’t live that way

that chaos is painful, I already know
I’ll pick up my feet and I’ll go it alone
and if it gets heavy, I’ll let it all out
I’ll go back to nothing, and build me a house
descend into the shuddery pressure deep                          
a still cold and pac like in sound reduction
unmending
arms folded over arms break loose for my way                  
my heart matter is here somewhere
below the level of finks of bioluminescence
below the predatory depth
fonds of rubbery reachers
snags of life
vented elements  from the earths magma
last checked 13/03/25
When I look up at the sky
My tears turn to dust
Into mountains of sand
And eternal mistrust
I beg on my knees
To relieve all my pain
When nothing is ventured
Then nothing is gained
And so I take steps
That may lead me astray
As the sun hides in clouds
And the day turns to gray
I put 1 foot in front of the other
And make strides towards a goal
And I feel a sense of empathy
Deep down in my soul
My moment hangs on
solid as stone..
I’ve been here for ages
an anchor in the flow..
A **** of ice
that never breaks free..
A signal moment
in my eternal history.
I’ll never move on
because in this moment
I’m free!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek

I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze

I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth

We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Traveler Tim
Death winks at the
lilies that smile in
the rain.
He takes her.
The last ***** trick.

Watered drinks and
syphilis doesn't do the
patrons any good.
Too much grief for
placebos and madness.
Relief must come.
***** and fantasy just
bring sickness, and
licking frogs is
out of the question.

Pipe dreams ease the pain
if you smoke them slowly.
Watch the blue ghost curl
into the feeling fan.

This saloon is home for the
iceman.
So, buy me another drink,
and we can think about
doing it all
tomorrow.
Isn't that right, Mr. O'Neil?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse Poems.  Both are available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
Older but not old
Not wasting away
Far from it and enjoy yourselves
Communities are not for everyone
Having a good time means different things to different people
Not your way or the highway
Your place and doing your own thing
Written two books and one in process
People read my poetry and are still surprised
Some bought the books
Seeing people of all ages and enjoying children
Excellent Welcomes and very Sad Farewells
Photo albums and videos help us remember
They introduce the little ones to their family
A new family member is due anytime now
Make for great stories and answers to their questions
We own our home and we worked hard for it
I still can't believe those poor young teachers did it
More to come on our journey and journeys
Still, hugging banisters and in awe of our kitchen
Maybe a second house and definitely travels.
Theatre, Photography, and attending Rock concerts
We moved in 33 years ago
Love our house
For those of you who believe you should sit on a throne with your crown
You are no better or worse than others
You might have more money but there are other riches you don't possess that others do
Kindness and Respect come to mind
My time is wasted on you
We are grateful and caring always
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