Up hiking on a hill that once housed a king
whose golden age had gleamed long ago:
His former realms filling all that I’m seeing
but little trace of him now, just shadows.

Standing alone, his abandoned throne,
overgrown with brambles and weeds
that crack its old stone, unbemoaned,
while the vines spread more of their seeds.

Many years later (or less?), a hiker will pass
up and down this very same hill
and look back on us past, wondering at last
why our gilded age didn’t last like we’d willed.

somewhere
along the universal path
a twilight hut

stands alone

where cosmic palms are read
and untimely fortunes are told
by abyssal blackness
in the guise of twinkling
clairvoyants

planets reach out
to touch lost faith
yearning for a claim
to stardom
but the uncelestial zone
yields only
dead broke dreams
that have been missold

inside
the sensei shadows
of physics
whisper
contemptuously
of blaggards that
"couldn't even imagine
how to float
never mind actually
be buoyant"

outside
sub-zero temperatures
make sure their teeth
are heard chattering
as their lips
splutter kisses
upon every
last inch of spacial decay
comets are the remnants
of their spit splattering

© poormansdreams

it gets better with time.
it gets easier to interrupt the chain reaction,
to stop following down the rabbit hole
of every first subconscious reaction
that triggers a well-tried response.
and if you don't give up on trying
the hope might just carry you through
and across the finish line.
what you have been suffering from
doesn't define you,
but it does get better with time.

Time checker  

I’m always a time checker,
Looking at my watch to see the time.

Questioning what’s coming up?
Looking always to see if im behind.

I hate to ever show up late to things,
But never like to be to early.

The countdown is always on ,
Waiting for the end of the day for me.

Always Checking how much time I have left before I go to sleep,
Until it’s time to wake.
So I can be awake and refreshed.

And take on another crazy day.
These crazy things I think about!
This silly thing called time.

Isn’t so silly when it goes to fast,
or seems to go to slow.
I hate spending so much time alone,

I love to be around the ones I love.
So maybe I can take a break from being a time checker and spend more time  just going with the flow.

Because there is one thing that’s for sure, time’s a precious thing,
So with me always checking time,
I’m just pushing away this beautiful life of mine.

An old man sat,
With another man young.
And up rose the old man from his chair,
In search of something found there.
From his pocket fell an old leather wallet,
And from it and older picture.
The young man picked them from the floor,
For the old man could bend no more.
And asked, the youth did,
Why, my elder, do you keep this ***** slip?
And responded the old man did,
For, my child, I remember not my beautiful wife anymore,
And there you hold her, and my child too.
The youth looked to the man, then to his wife,
Then returned the photograph.
Wise of you to keep her with you today.
Yes, my friend, it is

Hey there, beautiful. What’s it like in that bright city? I’m a thousand miles away, yet even tonight, your beauty shines as vividly in my mind as the stars above. Not even the northern lights can compare to you. Hey there, baby. Don’t worry about the distance, our souls are still entwined, our hearts beating in perfect rhythm. Just close your eyes, listen to my voice, and imagine me by your side, whispering all the love I carry for you. Hey there, my love. I know things have been hard, but believe me—one day, we’ll close this distance. We’ll build the life you’ve always dreamed of, and our love will be more beautiful than we ever imagined. Hey there, honey. I have so many more words left to write, endless poems woven just for you. If every verse could make you love me even more, I’d write forever—falling deeper, sinking further into your heart. A thousand miles may feel like an impossible expanse, but I’d listen to the hum of trains, the soaring of planes, I’d even walk until my legs gave out, just for the chance to hold you again, to feel the warmth of your skin. Doubt may creep in, and people may laugh, but we’ll smile through it all—because I have never felt a love so true. And baby, I promise you this: no matter how long it takes, no matter how much the world may change, I will find my way back to you. Hey there, love. I hope my words find their way to you, carrying all the love I feel. One day, this distance will be nothing more than a memory. And when that day comes, I’ll finally get to say: This is where I’ll forever stay.

the hands on the clock stall at the center of it all, unmoving
everything , stutters, slides, stammers around them
silences bubble up in the swamps of entropy
in these celestially celebrated serenades.
I grind my heart into a paste
for sealed mason jars
to be opened when
the nights
flare up
yearnings
of yesteryears,
to be comforted
with the tastes that eluded
my tongue, in all the years I left behind,
in the bags I left unopened under the bed,
Straight from the planes I pulled them from.
These are back aches from staying still in the buses
That carry me from one moment to another, place to place

My Goddess divine,
I have stumbled yet again.
My Goddess wise,
Fallen for a mortal gave I.
My Goddess blind,
Is it just for I to love?
She is a beauty,
Yet, she sees not the beauty in she.
My Goddess strong,
Grant me the same strength,
So I may protect her as you have protected me.
My Goddess, my angel,
Look upon me with favor.
For I will need these blessed days,
To learn from you,
And so I may love her.