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Lanz Gabor Nov 3
like a switch
with its 1s and 0s
and its wires that stretch

wherein x may have gone
a linear timeline breathes
like a whisper, nothing more
if it hadn't, stills like static
take over and slumber,
dormant like fossils.

it is more of admiration
or of blissful comfort
when 1s dominate.
and i had clung on
for years to this switch,
and i had been happy.

although now i initiate the 0s
to further bond the wires
of our precious friendship
10-31-2021
for e.d.
Lanz Gabor Nov 3
There, and away,
alone, and I can't stay.
Filled with lots of cry;
not a doubt, this is why:

On cities in all days,
it is there, felt always.
Everywhere, they'd lie,
clutch on, and then pry.

Yet, even with the pain,
oh still, we did remain.
But even if time will fail,
again, we'll write our tale.
03-31-2018
for z.g.
Lanz Gabor Nov 3
in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away - alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts -
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.
08-18-2021
for inPSYnc
Lanz Gabor Nov 3
from a simple hello
came a complexity
which was you

it had been hard
with the lines scarce
and the miles stretch

but as time unraveled
our thoughts flourished
like a stream downhill

thanks to that old hello
fate has made me witness
my elastic best friend
03-30-2021
for e.d.
Lanz Gabor Nov 3
to believe in what was lost
for over a dozen months
-to fall in love, but slowly

from those old pictures
of blisses and grandeur
to new messages unread

for what reason was it
to be found living like that
only to be forced dead

now, one can never expect
a sharp cliff waiting for them
at the end of a short story
10-31-2021
for d.a.
Lanz Gabor Nov 3
a simplicity that defines
ravishing
which stretches to
her art on pixels

a subtlety in many ways:
she is finesse,
and a mellow soul
whose voice also eternal

to my thoughts.
and for hers,
i wish to relay from mine
this dearest affection
10-31-2021
for t.s.
Lanz Gabor Sep 20
here i see
melancholy
in a trance

it seems heartless
like it doesn't care
for anyone

it dwells in the silence
as it waits for nobody
but the lune

even without its colors
through decay
still it stands out tall

but now it fades
into the night
a starry void

and still it is lonely
but it is so beautiful
even in the dark
12-26-2019
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