listless, lost in thought,
aimlessly observing all
surveying every nothing
poised in readiness yet
nestled in half a slouch
glowing palm, deft digits
caress a screen lit, only
momentarily quick with
each changing scene

“Sun Between Us”

We met in the hush between semesters,
your hoodie up against the fluorescent cold.
I was Endymion—sleepless in a dream
you hadn’t meant to share.

You, Selene with earbuds in,
moonlit glow from your cracked phone screen,
texted back too fast and never what I meant to hear.

Helios was your morning shift—
his gold-flecked smile at the café,
the one who always got your order right,
who kissed with daylight precision.

I asked if you ever missed the dark.
You said you liked it
but needed the sun to feel real again.

Still, you’d find me
between the blinds at midnight,
pulling me in with your gravity
then vanishing at dawn.

I wrote you poems you left unread.
You sent me playlists I played to sleep.
We loved in pieces—
like sky through city scaffolding.

And though I knew
I’d lose you to a brighter orbit,
I stayed still— a moonshadow boy
waiting to glow again in your reflected fire.

Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.

What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds
from familiar paths once  
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.

it's inevitable ultimately
to lose every blame game

(each & every flamin' galah
***** & squawks itself silly)

for it is always ourselves
that we blame in the end

"And So We Plant"

When the road is dark and hollow,
we still plant, still we follow.
Lantern seeds in broken ground,
light will answer, when it's found.

Every truth we dare to share,
every hand that will not bear,
every kindness, small yet strong—
is the root that rights the wrong.

The future waits in quiet hands,
not in thrones or far‑off lands;
it grows in choices, fierce and bright,
that guard the flame and guard the light.

And so we plant, and so we rise,
under watchful, shadowed skies;
and so we plant, and so we stay,
till night has bowed to break of day.





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Lightly upon each cheek
Alternating pleasantry
Undulating symmetry
Reeks of season’s revelries
Every neurone, every pore
Never fading, never more

In the shadow that our hearts cast,
hatred blooms, a stubborn ****
where once grew a garden of trust.

Words, once tender,
shatter like glass,
a bridge collapsing under weight,
echoes of apologies falling into silent abyss.

We deceive ourselves,
clutching memories like
fragments of a broken mirror,
forgetting the faces we wore,
the warmth that once held us close,
burying the past in shallow graves.

A vast network unfurls,
circuitry of disconnection,
new bridges rise on the horizon,
but the arteries lie severed,
thoroughfares overgrown,
forgotten paths leading nowhere.

We navigate this labyrinth,
the ghosts of what was
whispering in the dark,
reminding us
that healing is a slow tide,
and some wounds
never truly mend.