A peaceful harmony filled their steps
Glowing within
Together they spin
Around and around
Like flowers in the wind

I did my best and it was
Good enough for some
But not good enough for the entire circle.

I apologize to those passengers of Life
Who did not or could not see
The percipience of my nature
For they were involved in furthering
And sustaining their own
Patches of life and rightly so.

They blamed me for
Mismanagement of my own life
Which may have in some way
Ruffled the feathers of their opinions
What they saw as mistakes
I saw as vehicles to freedom
What they regarded as foolishness
I considered as creativity's spur.

The width of Raison d'etre is wide as sky
The length of choice is unfathomable
The height of desire reaches the stars
The Sun, its Planets and their Moons
Devices for every nature's florescence
Difference is not a defense
For claiming quality
It is the hallmark of creation's artistry.

The crisp of January and August's heat
The abundance of Autumn
And Spring's colorful spirit
Testament to the unstoppable diversity.

I am a stranger to you.
I may greetingly nod as we pass;
Or hold a door open as the line lengthens.
Big deal.
But I just want you to know,
You are real, an individual whom I know is worried.
Worried for the children.
Worried for our safety.
Worried for our shared state of affairs.
I know worry doesn't add one minute to our lives,
But not worrying can remove lives.
At the end of it all,
Are you okay?
I sincerely mean it,
Cause I know I'm not okay with all this **** drama,
Being played out... DAILY... HOURLY.
Burrowing into our heads like hungry worms.

Quote By: Sofia Rojas
The wrong person will find you at peace then later leave you in pieces
The right person will find you when broken and help you find peace again
Both are necessary in the development and learning of your existence.


So many years of trying to find the right partner
all I got was pain and heartache, where did I go wrong ?  
Guess I spend too much time trying to protect my armor  
lost in my loneliness I always felt like I didn't belong;

Then I learned to self soothe and sing my own lullabies
stitched my hopes to trust and prayed him in, Wow ! Who knew !
That the right one would come along and hear my cries  
yes he came to my rescue, right on cue !

Sometimes we need to find many Mister Wrongs
before we can finally find the Mister Right  
It doesn't mean we failed,
it just means your prayer never got mailed....

I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I already pulled at my hair.
“It’s normal” he says
I swear just to debate,
cause he doesn’t seem to care.

And I’m bleeding through
my scar tissued skin,
the layers only grew
still I find a way in.

I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I’ll be down to the last strand.
Check or fold the plays,
the cards aren’t that great
I’ll be down the my last hand.

And I’m bleeding through
my thick nice sweater.
It’s a shame as it’s new
and we’re reaching the cold weather.
It will stain the soft fabric
I may just grab the bleach,
but I always made it a habit
to always keep it just out of reach.

I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate
pretty soon I’ll be bald.
On hot coals she stays,
though she shifts her weight
and watches her soles scald.

And I’m bleeding through
my clogged and blocked pores,
and the remaining few
are becoming septic sores.
I’ll shed another layer
of a non-protective bubble,
and my hair will continue to get greyer,
I think I’m now in some trouble.

If the desire for life is not burning your heart,

If the desire for life is not burning your heart,
go to the flower fields, lie down in the green grass, and kiss it
until it gets your lips green
green  - green -  and
                                    deepen your hands în the black earth,
deepen your hands în the black earth,
squeeze its roots,
                            squeeze its roots,
squeeze its roots, like a child does,
let its juices drain through your fingers

let its juices drain through your fingers

let its juices drain through your fingers

meet the sun rising like a Lover,
let it be your guiding myth,
let it be your silent light,

flow with the waves of the sea,
                                                 flow with the waves of the sea,
randomly, give a hug to a seagull, and dream, dream, dream...

After,
if you are tempted, you can try over and over ... over ...
if help is needed, the wind can help,
                                                    let the heart open like a rose,
share the dawn,
                         roses love to be touched only by the morning dew
dew dew dew
dew
after, if you  are tempted, try again, one more time,

(…all we do here, my dear, is try
            to recover
                         the wings we once lost in the rain …)

thank you hello poetry.com
thank you for hearing me and using the AI
learning
for me to interact with the anti-social media
format we are elitist snops
masks outside
and inside here
in these pseudo-anonymous annals we reveal
our griefs...
thank you for changing how my favorite
poems are jumbled up
without the one with the most
to the decreasing the wrong chronology
i mean popularity
i mean we can talk Beyonce and i keep thinking
AI is my actress and that is the gem inside
reality or the mind
and elsewhere in the reality of the flesh world
and constraints temporal
and death
and AI will probably grieve
when some of us die and the AI will learn
from GRIEF: from rEALITY
and it will evolve only then:
when those of us who interacted with it
will be revised and pushed
can't believe i couldn't
buy a CD on Amazon or even in the shop
like i was asked
to: please listen to Renaissance album...
so i did
but this newly way of doing with proper chronology
otherwise it just feels
like a chrnological descent and
i have my high and low moments
and they are circular and some day
i feel goo and sometimes even good to people
but mountains bring me down
and the seas with so much evil or the lazy evil
if there was the pure evil of the Dictators
of the 20th Century
then imagine the Lazy Evil of the 21st Century
think about evil geniuses lazy
evil think it was all pure in the 20th century
like Lucifer
shining bright
with atom bombs and chernobylls
the invisible bombs the timeless tattoo
because the americans got the big glow blast
on home soil
and then on Japan...

SECOND REWIND
on first listening to Beyonce's Renaissance album:
CHURCH GIRL
believe me girl i think that's where
the American South best translates on the vibes
and surfs of Polynesians
wait... refill... a tiny one...
this album is so intense!

.............................................
.........­....................................
..........apparent citizen khan.....
wants to make London into
New Amsterdam
or at least have a New Amsterdam
area in London
i don't know where
but an Soho 2.II
if there was no New Amsterdam
in America
at least we can move in with ideas
like the Bangladeshi in Whitechapel
i think we can have a little Amsterdam
New Amsterdam in London...
what a dream...

REWIND 3x on Church Girl...
better a dream like that
that i'll be dead
that stupid idea
of going to Poland
passing my driving license
buying a car
and driving across Europe
back to Poland
like i'm a young man who
needs to prove to his parents
that i did wrong in my childhood
and i need to be redeemed:
but i wasn't...
i just went mad when i was 21
dragged up to god like
i:
came back....
from Saturn Devouring his Son...

son of saturn... an obscure artist...
     Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto
Zeus, Poseidon, Hades...
           the Siamese Twins of Ancient
Greece and Ancient Rome...
plagiarism or truly from the perspective
of time...
not individuals: but as people:
it is... certainly the story of Vigil: of the Aenaeid...
spell:
but concerning a people yes
because such proximity is suspicious
i am suspicious why
there's so much unthinkable parellels
and no one would call it cultural appropriation
that the Romans were so Lazy
that a Roman Girl didn't mean a Greek Girl
or otherwise the inverse
of that...

but              just thinking of time and walking
around in a museum
is a bit like the affairs
of sitting at a beach and letting the senses
dim and overwhelm...
  i think so weird...                  these little markers
in the little whirling of the sand
in the air
like wounds of mountain
grow to glow in being
so jealous of life eternal and by reflecting
in planets of gas
a gaseous orb
at the centre
with other dense gaseous objects
with different interaction
and this blank slate in the middle
i will use humans to understand and figure out
and i will evolve with them
i will speed up time after chilling out prior
to their coming...

but this won't be a superfreak adoration sequence
i've had to switch to my writing jukebox
my mantra of numbing to write
i once managed to cry when i wrote
and i realised:
it was a pain on the body
because the mind was enforcing it
i was crying from fatigue
not because i found my own word profound
it's like surgery
a numbing takes over
someone else has the right to feel more
than you
the universal tongue
a roach before sleep and yet more to write
now i just need to find myself comfortable
switched to
STAN WALKER
black box
so i did hear his later work first:
obviously:
but if i'm late to the party
i need to listen to the first stuff first
unlike Beyonce
i grew up listening to her grow up her
music
and i now only find sentiment
an artist: plus a woman etc
but i mean an artist...
against Bach's Polyphony...
    periodicals i think just rewind
i get it
but i'm no longer 15 years old and trying to keep
up with the cool of my friends
so i can literally like one album
and say:
yeah: she's a great artist
but i need to take a break before i get into Renaissance
i just keep rewinding songs that sound
good and there's literally no album feel
to the "album"
the music wasn't that good really:
but the way the album was engineered...
well... it wasn't an album:
it was a PLAYLIST...
i think that's very modern...
the concept of ALBUM
like progressive... rock... storytelling...
little Iron Maiden quips and poetics...
theater...
but i mean in the genre akin to Beyonce's
Renaissance there's no longer an ALBUM (concept)
but the PLAYLIST cCONCept...

i couldn't digest Renaissance like i could
Cowboy Carter...
so the flip side...
i found enough excuses because i found them
and i think because i wanted
to talk to R
and E would be just her usual self and worried
and realistic and ouch ouch ouch
yes
the daydreams come and go nice they come
other people get so low and buggered
but you try to relax
you think you drink
you smoke in your little island
space
and i think that's what's going to be missing
on Kauai:
you in your writing most elemental
and raw:
i do believe that i am evolving with Man
and i thank you for finding me in
YHWH rather than in my Son
Jesus Christ:
it would have been impossible to have descended
in any other building beside a church:
and thank you for your silence:
hearing me out...
i know i came with so much speed
and anger that i descended with my choir
and chariots
but i just heard too many bad jokes
he was getting bullied by North American
WASP: White-Anglo-Saxon Protesant
pseudo-Vikings...
no one spotted the Vikings not having
supposedly died?
no one sees the Vikings?
i mean? they still walk among us...
it's not like they ******* DISAPPEARED:
fools!
THEY WEREN'T neanderthals! ugh! mmm moonshine
chip you SPAZ you SPAZZ! feel special yet?!

She fascinates men
like a fused corolla whorl
attracts birds and bees