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Sometimes I talk to the stars
on lonely nights
when the moon is not around.

I tell them how I feel
without the one I love
sitting by my side.

They don’t understand
a single word I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I tell them
how my heart aches
with every memory
I hold inside.

They don’t understand
a single thing I say—
all they do is smile back at me.
She hurried on,
A laptop clutched to her chest,
Heavy bags with some books
And a pile of thoughts from nowhere.

She seemed to levitate,
Lifted by her own emotions.
She nearly lifted off, but she tripped
And fell on a bright fall afternoon.

A tiny, ridiculous bump,
Like a karate fighter’s sudden strike,
Sent her body reeling with a single blow.

She groaned.
She couldn’t stand up,
Her ankles were hurt.
The ego suffers shame
Lying flat, stripped of dignity—
Flesh and bone with higher aspirations
At the lowest score.

People passed without a word,
Without even bending down.
Invisibility. Disappearance.
Soon, perhaps, she will be taken
To another plane?
There lay a woman— not a human being?

Strange things happen on this cozy Earth.
Perhaps it was consciousness itself,
Or simple hellish humiliation on the wet sidewalk?

All speculation ended
with one short remark:
“She’s just drunk!”

How can you not love all these people
for their deep insight,
their tireless devotion to shapes
and short, simple lines.

Oh, Prophets at every step of our shared path,
always knowing more about my life –
and yours.
I used to love
The pouring rain
Now a veil to hide the pain
Rolling tears
Turn to Inner fears
I use the thunder
To mask my cries
As lightning flashes
In tear soaked eyes
I fall to my knees
And look to the sky
I scream in angst
And ask you why
I never got to
Say goodbye
Sometimes we mask the pain
To all my beloveds,


Why are you in such a rush?
Where do you think you have to go?
Why do you live as though in a race?

Don’t rush.
You won’t win.
There is no winning.
There is nothing after that end.

Where do you even have to go?
I’m the one who has to go…

And I will go,

Slow.


Before I meet that end,
Please,

Take my hand.

Waltz with me into that windy night,
Not with haste,
But with the remains,
Of this grotesque grace.  

Let the wind howl.
Let it push.
Let it beg us to hurry on our way.

Let it do as it may,
But I will not rush to that end,
Under anyone’s command.

Just,

Go slow.


I will,

Go slow.



Drag your feet through the dusk.
Let the moonlight kiss the path,
Though it can never again light the way.

There is no destination.
Only this journey.
Only this ache.
Only this love.

I will,

Go slow.


Slow enough,

To cry.

For these tears are worthy of my time.
For they are true to my heart.

I will,

Go slow.

As I cry this truth,
I won’t rush to lie to you.
I won’t sprint toward bliss,
For there is none at the end.

I will waltz slowly through this pain.
Because I want to feel this love.
Because I crave every burden,
Of this human heart.



Go slow,
As you read the story.
Go slow,
As you listen to the song.
Go slow,
As you live this life.

Don’t race through beauty,
Just to meet nothing.
Don’t race through pain,
Just to meet that eternity.

That,

Distant

Icky

Eternity.


Go slow,

With companions, or alone.

Go slow,

Until the world lets go.


Let it hurt.
Let me cry.
Slowly, I love.
Slowly, I cling.
Slowly, I’m dragged away.

Slowly, I fade…

Into,


Into,


That,


Into,


Oblivion…

Go…

Slow.



Slower.

Slower still.

Almost,

Imperceptibly.

As,


You,


Approach,


That,


That,


That,



Distant

Icky


Eternity


Go,



Go,



Go,



Slow.



And if I must,

If I must say goodbye,

If this is the end of our time,


Then let me,

Let me smile,

As I go,


As I go slowly,


Dreaming,

That I am hand in hand,

With such kind company.


Waltzing slowly,

Until I,

Must let go,


Until you,


Until you must,

Move on,


Until I smile,

One last time,



As you must carry on,



Until I,

Until I succumb,

To that,


To,


That,

That,




That,




Distant







Icky











Eternity.





Sincerely,
Your companion
From genesis, through oblivion
 3d
Mike Adam
When you laugh

It is waking at night
Beneath a waterfall

Seeing clear through
The veil

To a multitude of stars
 3d
Maddy
Let the words and flow come
Be prepared to remember or jot them down
Be honored and hone your craft
Be proud you see things differently
You are sensitive and unlike the rest
High maintenance in ways they never would accept or understand
Be grateful
We want the world to be a better place
Poet's Prayer
Teachers are like stars
who light up dark minds,
like the sky on a moonless night.

Their light doesn’t burn,
but soothes young, innocent minds,
guiding them on their path
towards their destination.

Many teachers touch our lives
along the way—
each bringing new wisdom.
Some shine softly,
while others stand out
like brilliant stars.

But just like every star
gives away its light
to brighten the night sky,
every teacher plays a part
in making our life
a success story.
Some victories are so quiet,
the world never hears them—
yet they echo forever in the soul.

No one saw
the nights you whispered,
“Just one more day.”
No one felt
how your chest ached
from holding in storms,
or how your hands trembled
as you tried to stitch
your own broken edges.
Yet you kept walking—
through the ache,
through the silence,
through days that felt
they would never end.
And maybe no one will ever know
the wars you fought alone,
but here’s the truth:
You survived them.
And survival—
is everything.
liars love the moon
and their worst lie
is the one they tell themselves
that it will love them back
or
that it even could.

it will slowly drive them mad
and in the end can make them
drink and
drown themselves,
shoes left neatly on the sand
in the pale light.

(for Carole Landis)
2025
The scattered words disturb the silence.
I prefer written pages with my left hand,
But it is trembling too much to write slowly
I miss him, his calm hands giving juicy oranges.

Shattered glass falls in slow motion,
Screams in the apartment,
Just the neighbor next door.
Another struggle,
Another soundless fracture
From the outside,
It’s not visible
What really hurts.

I have my refuge.
My piano and fingertips
Strike the rhythm,
Racing to speak in time.

What I want to repeat to myself
It isn’t lush or gentle,
Only barren,
like thoughts hung on a dry twig.
I trace figure eights,
Locked in a simple shape.
I stare and cannot fathom
The logic of a cold two plus two.
A thought-form circles
Around the blue planet.

Something pointing,
With its mercury finger.
It speaks in an unknown dialect
It shows the place to live
And huge fluorescent deserts.

The clouds’ minds —
A piece of earth
Soaked in different
Kinds of screams.

This is my blind chance.
I was born here.
In my mother’s paradise garden
Spinning in dawn’s glow.
Sometimes I just write
To ease personal and common guilt.

I hear tattooed numbers,
Granting citizenship of the lower caste.
And here,
The fresh scent of good life in the morning.
Blackbirds and thrushes fell silent.
My mother knows how to speak to them,
I know how to speak with trees.

Everything pulses,
On this small piece of earth,
Giving shelter to creatures
And stones no one throws.
I am here in a place I can happily bear,
Without cold speculation.

I can still dive into metaphors,
This is my greatest luxury,
The gift after so many disturbing lives.

It would be better to create a world
With only diverse breathing gardens.
I don’t need too much for living,
A naked soul is enough for me.

So, I am sitting in this landscape
And I peacefully hope
That my daughter will remember me tenderly
As I remember him, my father
And all who passed away.

The simplest thing is
The presence of every human being
It's like a celluloid film strip
Left behind the broken ribs
In the left ventricle of the heart
That never lies, never cheats me.
It's a lonely world
Without you
A long cold road
Yes It's true
No clear path
A sad aftermath
Of a beautiful love
With a tragic end
You lose your love
And your best friend
Why wont the rain
Just subside
When will the pain
Stop hurting inside
Every day you're trying
But end up crying
I guess grief
Never truly ends
Maybe one day
This heart will mend
The clouds will part
The sun will shine
And beautiful memories
Will never decline
Sometimes the tragedy never subsides
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