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Twenty-two, it’s bittersweet,

A dance of joy, a shuffle of defeat.

Moments linger, memories weave,

In laughter’s echo, I still believe.  

Without you, time feels out of tune,

Shadows lengthen beneath the moon.

Each heartbeat whispers your refrain,

A melody wrapped in tender pain.

The world spins on, but I stand still,

Chasing pieces, the dreams we’d fill.

Bittersweet notes, this life’s embrace,

A fragile beauty, a tender trace.

Sunrise colors the empty air,

Yet in that glow, I see you there.

In every sunrise, in every sigh,

Your spirit dances, it won’t say goodbye.

Twenty-two, a chapter torn,

A canvas bright, where love was born.

Though bittersweet, I hold it tight,

For every shadow knows the light.
Fear starts to creep in,
My heart makes a sound, "BA-DUM, BA-DUM."
Then I remind myself of the goodness of God,
I fell asleep, the fear is gone.
Do not let fear control you or your mind.
"When I am afraid, I put my trust in You."
Psalm 56:3
Subconsciously
It's already known
Enlightenment comes
When we're out getting ******

Yet for some reason
We insist on freewill
Rolling our own bones
Chasing those thrills

Eternally expanding
Entropy bound
Forever ordering
Another round!!!
Traveler Tim
A symbol of love,
my nation's pride,
a gift to the world,
built by Shah Jahan
for his beloved Mumtaz.
Fulfilled the promise
he made to her,
built a unique monument of love
to stand the test of time
where they now rest side by side,
together forever.
A reminder -
love exists in the real world.
I started school in nineteen hundred and typing error. But we were so poor growing up we had to share clothes, so I could only go to school every other day on account of being a twin. PE was a little embarrassing as I had a twin sister. It wasn't so much playing rugby in a netball skirt, no – my problem was trying to iron the pleats back in afterwards.

At 6 years old I was cast in my infant schools nativity play as 3rd reserve palm tree, in a play with no palm trees in it. When I complained to the teacher she told me to stop moaning and remember what jesus taught us.
“Can I be that?” I asked
“What?” she said
“You said jesus had a tortoise, can I be the tortoise?”

At 14 years old I was given a major role in my upper schools annual PTA play. We were doing Romeo and Juliet and I was cast as – the balcony. However on the night of the performance, unlike in rehearsals, the girl playing Juliet wore stiletto heels. So when she stepped onto the balcony (me) it yelped and rolled over. She went base over apex knocking over Romeo and landed spread-eagled on the floor that revealed her underwear to the whole audience. I am sure I speak for every parent, teacher and pupil in that hall when I say that I can never look at My Little Pony in the same way ever again. She never spoke to me again – like it was my fault!

(Oct 2020)
Just something a little tongue in cheek for a serious world!
I truly believe
All they said to me
Lived on the edge
Of just wait and see

But as far as they came
Those days went away
No longer the standard
The innocent age

Never a worry
Of what was to come
Live and let live
Loved everyone

Placing ourselves
On center stage
Is the day that it fell
The innocent age

A fairy tale read
In the brightest sunshine
With little time left
We all closed our eyes

What once was our calling
We should have saved
Now desperately longing
The innocent age
The shutters
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Deep down, I've rotted,
Pieces of me fall away,
Rusty sheet metal plates.
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