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In your eyes, I see my own.
I waited so long
for your presence to become real.

In that crucial moment,
I felt something
changing my awareness,
and the soundless vessels were filled
with joyful abundance—
colored by
pain and sadness
that time goes so fast
in underrated moments.

Materializing all these silent dreams,
this one little girl who is growing,
watching me with defenseless trust
like nobody has before.
Gestures, smiles, brief anger, and talks—
I gather them in endless memory.

Sweet Melody, my Purpose
from the first breath,
you chose me,
and I felt beautifully complete.

I know that a real journey
begins through terra incognita
Every day is surprisingly different.
I accept with relief my passing.
I see your blooming wisdom
in thinking smiles, and authentic recognition.

My Daughter, I want to give  
as much love and acceptance as you need.
Taking your hand and letting you go
when you’re ready
to walk into life on your own—
watching the indigo sky.
Breathing freely, without anxiety.
After each fall, another resurrection comes.

I am here, I hope to stay a long while
to finally return to my last home,
without fear, with some tears.
Please, keep embracing this existence
with good and lost people around.
Be sure that I will smile
in your still-beating heart
giving you warmth.
.
 May 29 Mike Adam
Zywa
It's with petting soft

boxing gloves and a sweet smile --


that I bare my teeth.
For Madelief dK and Lotte W, with a photo of a woman's boxing class next to a wall shadow of shark teeth (May 4th, 2013, Geuzenkade near the Jan van Galenstraat, Amsterdam) - In the Netherlands and Switzerland, shark teeth are triangles painted on the road surface as a warning that one must give way

Collection "Dearme"
 May 29 Mike Adam
IrieSide
An electric force,
more resonant than
ten thousand suns

filtered a rhythm,
from universal fabric
the tear caused a glimpse,
into the infinite

he the sinner, he saw a star
something beyond the chains
and far from misery

catch this electric
and vibrate it from
your fingers

an electric frequency
more confident
than doubt

venture forward,
and trust in time
this magic force
of
synchronicity
electric.
3 a.m.

the dying town, dark moon,
the wolf lurks in a concrete tomb.

fallen friends and picnics at the graveyard,
empty stores and sidewalk ******.

streets of sorrow--
one-way roads to no tomorrow.

shadowed eyes, whispers in bars,
fallen angels, shooting stars.

sirens wail the ****** night,
and in every traffic light burned red
time never stops for the dead.

the ****** on the corner.
none to morn her fate,
a wink and a whisper,
"do you want to go on a date?"

the black butterfly,
soul of sorrow,
no echo, no refrain,
lost in silence, bound by pain.
I vape sometimes.  I am into
Self determination.  No drinking
I thumb my nose at the 50s.

I'm old now. I float you Mother
There are no cocktails.  You

were a dream of mid century
hedonism. I saw you as the
Cleopatra of Barberry

Drive.

My milk tastes of you.
I vape occasionally
and walk to the edge
of tomorrow.

Take me O Lord. Let me
not know.  Push my head
into nights endless abyss.

Let tomorrow anoint my
scrambled hopes that
even tonight I

dare

you to be

Real

My love


Caroline Shank
May 28.2025
After flooded land came drought.
Green leaves is what white dove brought.
Still, wars loud from silent despair.
Once again world went mute for mankind.
Women praying one more time.
For peace on earth and dove to fly.


Shell✨🐚
When will we have world peace.
 May 29 Mike Adam
Mira
My heart twinges and aches
for a breath as
I crave a love tainted in
ashes and glitter—

dusted away in a moment
captured by a hearts flutter;
my mind wanders
as my mouth stutters.

I am wasting away
in burning desire.

My heart twinges and aches
to be held
for more than a temporary
fire.
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