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Staring
into the essence
of what sunlight
often hides

Within
plain sight
the truth takes flight
— in nature’s great disguise

(The New Room: February, 2025)
Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides

(The New Room: February, 2025)
We fight for identity,
and on the stone placed on this path, we fall.
Like Sisyphus, we are ambitious,
it would be magnificent to see
if we could observe ourselves from a distance.
The gift
of a friend
A blessing
from God

An arm
that protects
A light
in the fog

The gift
of a friend
Enduring
and true

For life
everlasting
To live
— inside you

(To My Dear Friend, David Mackrell: February, 2025)
In a garden where wildflowers twirl and sway,  
A dandelion puff drifts softly away,  
Carried by wishes on giggling winds' flight,  
It twinkles like stars in the hush of the night.  
A butterfly waltzes, its wings kissed by gold,  
Spinning soft stories that the sun has foretold.  
With each gentle flutter, it whispers to me,  
That love is a treasure as vast as the sea.  
I gather the moments like dew on a morn,  
Each one a sweet secret, a hope softly born.  
In laughter and whispers, we dance hand in hand,  
Across fields of stardust, through this whimsical land.  
As twilight enfolds us in shades of deep blue,  
My heart writes a melody, tender and true.  
For in this enchanted, spellbinding embrace,  
I find my heart soaring, in love’s timeless space.
Salt-laced psalm,
spine flayed to ocean’s altar,
lungs silk-blown chalices,
brimmed ruin, opulent ache.

Veins spool cobalt litanies,
tongue lacquered in brine,
dress ink-heavy, ghost-stitched,
hem kissing abyss with bitten lip.

Hands—unseen, unholy,
peeling silence from ribs,
prying marrow from water’s throat,
pulling—pulling—pulling—

Lungs rupture,
breath shatters, raw-lipped mouth,
salt anointing teeth like last rites—
sea glutted, seething,
robbed of its relic,
bone-white hymn.
I drowned, but the water left thirsty.
sometimes you will want things
that aren’t meant for you
that aren’t going to
bring you love,
safety and clarity,
they are most likely
to cause you more damage
and harm in the long run.
so don’t..and i beg you..
don’t trade
your peace of mind,
your health and heart
for a fleeting moment of
what is known to be
a masterfully
executed
illusion.
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