i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong

for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine

or controlled
by need or greed

its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind

You know as you lie,
on the bedspread,
the wood creaks in distress, while the springs squeal in protest,
where dreams find their way
to your empty head.
While you lie still,
with ignorance and disrespect.

You know as you admire,
your empty headspace
the mirror's eye strongly so wishes
to go far far away
as though it fears if you stare too long
the linger of your spectre will forever taint its gaze
and be the source of its nightmares
till the end of time too long.

You know you bully
the ears of your victims
with your voice so unpleasant
to make deaf people
grateful, for once.
Of your vocals so poor
your ears wish
they could tear themselves apart
for this torture so painful
and seemingly so endless
as you go on and on
and never know how to stop.

You know the oxygen curses you
as it gets pulled into your lungs
through your disgraceful nostrils
ensuring your livelihood
always so unwanted
It blows fires big and strong
just for once, for once,
longing you to inhale
some of THAT instead
so that it wouldn't waste itself away with you.

So maybe, just maybe,
If you succumb, to correct
these qualities so uncalled for,
your existence might be something
worth
for.

German Industrial Music spurns —
pounding out its well oiled skirmishes
precision geared for optimal churn
dystopically torn and ragged dervishes
chemically masked in shrouded breathing
turn tables on society's expectant cadres
scrawling doodles on the walls of empire;
wired electrical schematics of stronger emotions
with exploded views of heart's spirited pistons

-cec

The screams of fear and joy echoed throughout the ravine where the Violet Cascade waterfall fell.  Solan awaited Alston and his boys as they slid down the spiral ice bridge with a smile on his face.

Alston and his boys reached the bottom of the waterfall with eyes wide open with fear only to scream with joy and laughter.  Solan begin to laugh with them as he helped them on their feet. Alston then then turned to Solan.  " We must have saved a day in a half sliding down the waterfall like that! Yes, my friend, we can follow the riverbank to the gold dusk road bridge.  We should be able to reach the bridge at a steady pace by midday."  Leaves begin to fall beginning to write the lyrics of an autumn song soon to have melodies and verses. By midday the gold dusk road was reached.  The bridge was alive with caravans, vendors, tents, fires, small battalions and the moving of folk throughout the land all trying to reach the castle city of Oinotna.  Solan then spotted a Council of wizards deep in discussion smoking silver grass. Solan spoke out to the group.  " I will go into discussion with my fellow coven members and seek out knowledge of what they have experienced as well as share what we have seen. Very well Solan, I'll find us a place to camp nearby and find us some food. Alston, if chicken is burning somewhere please fetch me a thigh. Very well!"

Solan approached the Conclave of wizards as the smoke of the silver grass swayed through the air like a magical haze only dreams could conjure. Solan knew of three wizards there in discussion.  Rizen, from the coven Sun-wind. They wore the color red throughout the lands. Wizards that specialize in fire and wind spells. Olian, from the coven Metals of the light. Wizards that specialize in invocations, blessing weapons with immense powers and abilities. They mostly cloaked themselves in the color gray.  And finally, Tersia, from the coven Wings of the moon, Sorceresses specializing in the magic of water and healing. Wearing a pale white moon colored cloak.  As Solan arrived a wizard in a gold cloak called out to him " Solan from the coven 3 Stars shine." Solans coven had only three members which the other two members being his brother and sister.  3 stars shine specialized in ice magic as well as combustion magic.  " Come and sit with us Solan, Join the discussion."  A clump of silver grass was given to Solan as he fetched his pipe from his pocket.  He huffed up a huge smoke cloud and added to the magical haze that swirled about and joined the discussion.

It’s that time once more.
Meeting between pastel colors.
I’m happy and free.
Singing our  song together.
When bluebirds meet
on wings of daffodils
there is hope all over.
Birth of new beginnings.


Shell ✨🐚

Hands are where the hearts are
        Zelensky’s is in the left
        Macron’s is in the droit
    Trump’s is in both, because
  He’s holding The Royal Flush

Sadness
Grieving
Fear
Loneliness
Maybe it would be better for everyone including myself if I was dead
I try so hard
I really do
But it never seems to be enough
It never seems to get recognized
No one tells me they are glad I’m here
That they’re proud of me
I continue to struggle alone
And no one sees me
No one sees my pain
My hurt
My struggle
My stress
My cries for help
I’m really trying
But I’m just so tired of trying
I’m tired of struggling
I’m sick of this pain
Of this hurt
Of everything
Yes there’s some great things about life
But the future looks so bleak.

Dopamine, drug of choice
Dopamine strengthens my voice
Dopamine, I create a scene
Dopamine a lot of attention
Dopamine to get my fix
I create a scene
Dopamine All Eyez On Me
Dopamine I’m insecure
Dopamine, you are the cure
Dopamine, life itself is dope to me.

We built
a tower
with hands
that did not know
how to touch.

It rose,
stone by stone.
Each word was a brick.
Each silence,
the mortar.
Promises—
now vanished in the air.

We stood
at the bottom,
blaming the height
for our aches—
but the tower
was never
what broke us.

To be loved is to be dragged to the ends of the world.
To be hated is to be thrown hundreds of feet under the earth.
To be loved is to be forced to betray all that was important to you.
To be hated is to be held close and told lies.

Acúsome de haber hecho
por mi vida y por mi arte
poca cosa de mi parte
y que no estoy satisfecho.
Porque si ardía en mi pecho
hoguera de inspiración,
ansia de dominación,
no debí darme vagar...
La corriente fue soñar
y trabajar la excepción.

La conciencia despiadada
cada vez que acomete
me enrostra mucho tapete,
mucho beso y mucha almohada.
Mucha hora disipada
en nervioso caminar
so pretexto de tomar
ora la luna, ora el sol;
mucho café, a lo español,
mucho reír, mucho hablar.

Sin embargo, estoy contento;
esta vida a la ventura
me ha dejado una frescura
de niño desnudo al viento.
Sólo yo sé cómo siento
la belleza universal:
el oro, rosa y cristal
que arma la aurora al nacer,
y el talle de una mujer,
todo el bien y todo el mal.

Something told me that I need you
Unknowing if it was my heart, pride, or conscious
And so I fought
To my surprise I won
Then that shady culprit backed away
Desire gone
You're here
Yet they left me completely alone

Looking up at the treetops kissing the heavens,
I catch a fleeting glimpse of the night sky,
Through limbs and leaves entwined,
Dancing a silent waltz to the rhythm of a gentle breeze.

The shadows drifting down from above ripple softly beneath my feet,
The forest's lifeblood pulses through its veins,
As the restless winds quicken this delicate dance,
We, too, once knew these steps of three.

Once a gust, now barely a whisper,
The harmony quietens and an absence lingers,
Exhausted branches now lie still in silence,
As I gaze beyond their crowded reach.

Into the deepest, darkest blue,
My sight rests on our cherished string of stars,
Hoping they are reaching your eyes too.

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

Do you think I'll cry if I lose your love?
My heart is a rock; my friend is a dove.

So I stay strong no matter the tension,
I'm unmoved by whatever you mention.

Like a dove, I'll always embrace your peace,
I'll be true to you like a fine timepiece.

When you're finally back to your senses,
Your grief won't be part of my expenses.

Giving peace of mind like a cool sea breeze,
I won’t chase a love that fades with such ease.

I feel like I can see colors now,
As my world finds its missing piece.
From the depths of my soul, I vow
To cherish you with every heartbeat.

You are engraved in my heart,
Written deep within my soul,
Marked upon my very being—
In my life, you are the goal.

Courage
It can be found
In unexpected moments
When someone rises
Up to meet the challenge
Either through actions
Or words
Or both
It can be someone
That stands up
Even when it’s hard
For what’s right
What we know deeply
In our hearts of hearts
Or someone that walks
Into danger to help
Or a healer helping the ill
Courage is everywhere
In adults and children
Around the world
There are those
That stand up
Speak out
Even when it’s difficult
Unpopular
They do it
At a time of turmoil
In the world
With pandemics
Wars
Unrest and violence
We need the courageous
More than ever

They say it’s all in your head,
They say you’re making it up,
They say nothing is actually wrong,
They say your life could be worse
They say you’ll grow out of it,
They say it’s just doctors trying to make money,
They say all it is is you’re sad.
They say it’s all in my head… maybe it is, maybe it was.
but now it’s slowly spilling out onto my wrists.

I don’t think it’s just in my head anymore.

Love ties bows
around garbage bins.

Turns losses into wins.

Brightens a sky,
shortens a queue.

Changes one into two.

I've read all the beautiful words in the world,
Yet none are as sweet as your name.

Dear seven year old,
Yes, there is a monster
But it’s not under your bed

The monster is in your head
But maybe it’s not even a monster
Maybe it’s just buried pain
Because they told you not to cry

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you should keep crying
Otherwise the tears will build up and flood your insides

The tears do not care for being stuck
They need to be released
Into the stars

Dear seven year old,
Yes, your plea for better times are being heard by the stars
They always will
Keep wishing on them

Wish on 11:11 too
Because to wish is to know what you want
And knowing what you want
Telling it
Makes it so much more likely to happen

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you still feel like the kid sitting under the slide and just observing life
And you’ve come to appreciate it

Observing, looking, watching
Make all the difference
Almost as much as writing

Dear seven year old,
Write.

You saw it coming,
you knew it
I had my chance,
I blew it
You held my hand
We walked to the edge

I couldn’t jump

Children are like flowers

You need to treat them with care
Or else the petals will tear

They need your sweat, tears, and blood
But too much water leads to a flood

All of them are different
Yet they share the same beauty
In fact, they are all just cuties

It’s hard to keep them in tune
But in the end it’s all worth it when they bloom

I only just realized
what joy can be—
It is a small thing,
I think,

In the back office
at the bank,
If you leave the chair canted
towards the south window,
the sun will warm the small
blue seat around 11:45

It has always been
such an inconsequential thing to me
always out of reach—

But it’s there,
A quarter before noon
every day.

the beautiful play of life
is that i am all i will ever truly know and understand,
and everything else that i experience
is an expression of a separate experience,
of which i try to understand
only through the ways in which
i understand my own experience.
so that if i can experience myself and understand myself
in as many ways as possible,
i might become ever closer
to understanding every other expression of experience.
ever seeking to merge myself with the universe at large
and expand myself through infinite understanding.

A jigsaw left unsolved
Left in hiding out of frustration
Years in hiding
Only to find the last puzzle piece
Was sitting in front of me the whole time

Si tu madre quiere un rey,
la baraja tiene cuatro:
rey de oros, rey de copas,
rey de espadas, rey de bastos.

Corre que te pillo,
corre que te agarro,
mira que te lleno
la cara de barro.

Del olivo
me retiro,
del esparto
yo me aparto,
del sarmiento
me arrepiento
de haberte querido tanto.

There’s one way in
And one way out

Of my heart.

How did you get here?
Was it me?
Did I do this?

Did I let you in?

Don’t say it’s so.
Please, don’t say it’s so.