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J J Wilson Sep 1
It is this world. This human world.
A constant imperfection at best. All the while seemingly at a junction of sorts. As if it was ever a secret. A junction where media is law and where law is brittle. The regime? Imperfection at its worst. It’s a mixture of horrific thoughts and surreal actions by people at the top. But you also know that already. People who have no inkling of wisdom in their eyes. Who certainly have no compassion behind them. It is not the first time it has happened. The last century tells you all you need to know. And so do all the centuries of humanity prior. In these times we are in nothing short of a fiction. In the worst of ways. A new war of division is upon us with bigotry at the frontier. Yet any soul would be a scrooge to offer nothing more than the negatives.


I do truly believe one good thing…that if you read between the lines…you may find that this present world holds the best of ways too. One old way comes to mind. For all the division and bigotry, there is an immense union to thwart it. Those that hold sharper and broader minds. Minds that know that the good fight does not mean the absence of kindness and understanding. Just think of all the stories of old and the ones yet to be written. The ones of doom and gloom. Of dread and evil. Where there seems of no escape. Where there is a lack of air to breathe and where any sort of peace is simply one for the dreamers. Any sort of scraps are there for the capitalist schemers.
But this regime has cracks. Like most of them do. Where something simmers ever so subtly every so often. They are hidden deep in their crevices. Just waiting and waiting….for those walls keep shaking
until they are ready to spring to life.
For something ancient and undaunted has entered the fray. And its name?
Companionship I believe. For companions in times like these are an array of gold in the murkiest of waters. And what of a golden sunshine? One that caresses the arrows of fools. Rattling the being of the many bowmen to blindness? Arguably you are then the luckiest of all. For that is for the right companion. The sole comrade. So to my point. At long last. You must keep your companions close in these times. For at least you face these times alongside a friendly spirit. And better yet….suffer together. For that, those comrades are worth every penny. That is the real gold in the end. Like it always was and will be.
Dwelling on the world like everyone else. Try to find those fireflies whenever you can.
rhenee rose Aug 31
Walk with me in this field of dust
Of smoke, and rocks, and metal rust
With paths paved out in parallel lines
One leads the way, the other sings a rhyme
As we place our steps, one after another
Stick side-by-side like baby otters
Everything is bearable when you are near
This world feels lighter with you, my dear
We’ll share laughter beneath the skies so wide
And trade old tales with the turning tide
Though the roads may be far and grand
Swear we'll be fine, as you're holding my hand
A poem inspired by the quote "We're all just walking each other home. -Ram Dass ".
girlinflames Aug 11
My cat starts to meow
He sniffs my nose
then makes a nest on my chest
while I’m lying down
He rests his head right over my heart
He’s seen me cry all day
He knows I want to die
But there he is
reminding me
that my heart
is still beating
girlinflames Aug 11
I was crying in bed
Only the moonlight entered the room
My cat kept looking at me
climbed onto the bed
and began to lick
my tears
The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.

Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.

They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.

Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.
So put them together under one hue
Then they will seem;
Too good to come true.
To conquer is to make a new companion.
² We are stronger together.

No companion can be had from a conqueror .
All must be equal.

For the inherent difference of each mentioned is too vast.
Such gaps can never be bridged.

¹ And the river swells
So that one can not ford it
Without some assistance.
1 - The Nile. Multifaceted

2 - To conquer indifference & to overcome our differences.
When you are
feeling alone, and
when you have NO FRIENDS,
you want the
loneliness to subside, and
come to an end,
like some kind of companionship,
not knowing where to begin,
just yearning for attention,
as the aloneness sets in, but
don't feel down and out
just lift up that chin,
You are a Champion, and
YES!!!,
YOU CAN WIN!!
You are not alone when
you are in Solitude,
There's No issues, or no malice,
Just pure Gratitude!!!
So, Be Grateful that you are all alone,
there is nothing wrong,
with being on your own,
The friends that you have had
have gone astray,
A handful of friends, to me is okay,
Your days will be brighter, and
No Clouds of Gray!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/19/2025
You worry about the harm one could do?
I'm worried about the harm being done.

You're worried to offer an inch?
I tell you, grab a hold of my arm!
I thought afar, yet never wandered.
Always saw that what I never watched.

For the distant blaze, I brought forth the horizon.
But, the landscapes turned to patchwork swatches all at once.

By Speare you drove your votives,
That which was a work of prose.
By reality, it was as an artist's pose
On a good kind of love.

For a lover is a writer,
Whether with ink & quill
Or lead & wood cylindrical.
For a lover is a writer,
Whether with chisel & stone
Or dynamite & the mountains.

Whether they write in constellations
Or draw in the sand on the beach,
Time it will take us.

For time, it shall take us.

But, in time,
Will there be that which is loving?

What say the scars unseen?

The deep peaks & valleys cut?
That which you etch
Without ever touching it?
You couldn't tell if I was crazy
If you were even any sane!
And you're not.
You couldn't tell if I was sane
If you weren't any crazier!
But you are!

Does it hurt your head to think?
Why, let it stop!
Does it hurt your chest to breathe?
Why, just quit it!

Soemone else can do that for you,
You can just take the credit!
For if the heart should ache
You're better off without it!

But serious-
The cloud tells the rain
What is & is not water.
Do the falling droplets care?
"What are these foreign definitions?"

The destination is the same,
Their own priorities remain,
And perspective is unchanged.

These strange properties,
Words themselves as elements
When strung together by sentence.
Is repentance within a reflection?
Redemption by sight through a drop of liquid?

What grippings within these pensions,
What potential within these tensions,
What whippings within these conventions.

By the accounts of every party attended,
What stern material has been cobbled.
Yet, poverty is worn stronger.
That which itself is as the weather,
I think it closer to trinkles
Than shine & twinkle.

What do the poor pour?
What do the bums toast?
What do the homeless shower?

A buddy of mine
Left really only notes.
Another was a rotten cheater.
I knew one that liked to play with guys,
Knew one that liked masks & needles.
Comes what? What goes? Who knows.

It can't be worse than before,
But that's not something you remember.
Of course, I mean, not someone you know.
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