I went to pharmacy today.
Had to get into the que?
Didn't take my vit....a....mins.
But I used a shifting spanner.

The water closet broke down.
Now I'm in deep cagada.
What is one to do?
If you get my Ensenada.

In the unification of all that ends
In the unification of all that begins
    Our fates will be tied
            And thus the fate of all mortals in the Swirled Cosmos
                Shall follow this.
    In death
        A second chance.
    In life
        A new path.
Our love will spell out
    An infinite stream
        Of choices
        Of decisions
        Of chances
And when a mortal soul falls
    And has met the criteria
        I shall send it off to your embrace
            In hopes it shall receive a finer chance
            Under our divine dance.

early daylight across my face sweeping,
gingerly ginger-yellow heated by the low-
risen sun, it confirms what my beating heart
yet signals, granted us, a new twenty and four,

but no more,

for certainty is not a human condition, so we cover
our eyes, not from the sun-rays, but in deference and
thankfulness and  gratitude, that we have one more chance
to the world distribute, blessed human loving kindness, unique,
the greatest gift most excellent we human possess to give away freely!

Jewely 23, Twenty Twenty Three
8:30am

It's pretty crazy thinking like this,
It's pretty amazing the words that were writ
In my hand, without command, lands with
People across the world, similar souls,
Similar goals, I'm looking for peace.
Searching for depressive thoughts to release.
I show them a Hydra living inside,
They show me beasts of similar size.
Similar minds pretending everything is fine,
But if this hurt is so common, why do we hide?
Embarrassed admission will eat us alive.

Arise in the pre-dawn hush,
Everything moves, ask the toilet brush,
Then a morning offering to God,
On with the routine I do plod,
I think to rise and smile,
And send each one positive vibes,
To my cyber buddies across the miles,
To my pen friends in the USA,
Hope you dodge hurricanes today,
Then it is breakfast time,
Compare our statins in a rhyme,
I have learnt this yet, you see,
Aging is really not for wussies!

The love we won
is so remote.  
The time has gone
since we wrote.

Pain concealed
behind pale hands.
A heart be healed
in distant lands.

Hear my plea
in simple rhyme.  
Words cross the sea
and mind no climb.

Ditch the knife
my love is true.
I give my life
for one with you.