After you left
Everything was shattered
I wouldn’t say like broken vase
cause I was never delicate
Maybe kind a
Tiny pin hole on a wind screen
I know the example is
Totally un romantic
Humor me  please
Am gone out of sanity

But you know pinhole matters right
You got a car
Why wouldn’t you know
It won’t take a second
To shatter in to tiny pieces
I will be gone completely
And no new windscreen
Live up to your shattered one
It will always be the new one
Not my one

You are gone
I am *****
And I think of a windscreen
I guess
I truly truly gone crazy
After you left

Tell me if this is love or hate
That you are feeling against God
I don't understand you at
AII
How can you hate God
After all he gave you
He gave you love
Can you understand that
He gave you
Plenty of love
Without you even asking for it
AIso it was God that made
You
In his image
And he gave you life
You can't live without life
Because also life is precious
You are not looking after you
Life
You are a chain smoker
Too bad
AIso you are ruining your
Lungs
You are going to end up with
Lung cancer
Is that what you really want?
You better think it over
It would be the smartest thing
To quit smoking
You are also wasting your
Money buying cigarettes

we encourage them
to carry on
as though the party
isn't over and everyone
that matters hasn't
already gone

Has the open dharma embrace of the average peasant

Being domesticated by grooming routines of cats and dogs in recurring nightmares is sexuality for the injustice of Irish poems?

Rupi the egg?

Japanese languages people
Your not fluent in science or zen architects are a bank accounting scandal of dying homeless people?

You are that celebration

Only so many monies on so many continents before the limit of taking and embracing squeezes the poor into the painful

Crime?

That the paper is in your squeezing

Emma watson shake and sparkle epoch war goddess karma's?

Math at university?

Global power giant taker

Scape goat how?

The history god shines the burning fire opinions?

Not having choices

I live in a generals house my whole life
Have a tank disappear
The tank pays for itself

It gains traction
That's it's job
Before and after you, tanks

You have a general too wherever you are
That's his daylight
Princess uses ***** war in stolen purse words
Tank makes sunshine on watch
Look at buddha

The rising chaos, the overwhelming noise—
I hear a child cry out with a trembling voice.
Her tone is worried, so small and hollow,
Searching for comfort in shadows that follow.

The voice begins to rise into a shout,
Its echo inside me, now twisted with doubt.
WHAT IF? WHAT IF?—the chill takes hold,
Fear and loneliness growing bold.

What once was soft is now a storm,
Breaking my strength, distorting my form.
The questions, the dread, the looming unknown—
I want to silence this fear I don’t own.

The cries grow louder—I try to escape,
Distracting my mind, reshaping its shape.
I quiet the voice by building a wall,
To block the storm that once seemed small.

But still it grows, that voice inside,
Screaming my fears I’ve tried to hide.
I tear down the wall, tears on my face—
“You got me. You win!” I fall from grace.

With the wall in ruins, I enter the dark,
Searching the silence for a healing spark.
And then I hear it—a whisper, a plea:
The voice I feared was a younger me.

I look in her eyes—so fragile, so true—
“I was trying to help. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m just afraid. There’s so much to protect.
I want to fix things, keep us correct.”

I kneel beside her and offer my hand,
“You can guide me, but please understand:
You cannot control me with fear of the unknown.
There’s beauty in risks and seeds we’ve sown.”

There’s joy and pain in the road ahead.
But we can’t live shackled to what-if dread.
Each moment we breathe is a chance, a start—
Let’s live it with courage and an open heart.