when the time is best described as
"the morning muddled middle"

for it is the middle of the night,
and yet,
we have crossed over the midnight divide,
the new day is well commenced,  
but the prevailing dark sky says,
not quite yet!

this journey,
from the bed to the head,
is an abbreviated 20 steps,
you fall out of one,
unable to recall,
hours of vivid dreams,
now only scraps of script,
visions, whipped into the void
of the current blanket of a
night cosseting silence

in return for this
adventure travelogue,
you are granted free access to the top of your skull,
where apparently,
a new set, a fresh combo,
has been delivered, not by Amazon
not by messenger, not by the USPS,
but by your own,
fermenting, fermenting, formidable,
yawning
brain cells
and a poem appears,
wholly holy complete
space, typed and neat,
and falls from your lips,
filtered by your eyes
with no hesitation,
"and not a trace of farewell

and this miracle,
is no miracle at all,
for it is routinized,
a daily occurrence,
the mystery of it
long gone,
The How,
dissipated, disappeared,
and delivered unto
You

your obligation, your need,
your urgent pungent
purging,
is strifeless,
and you owe
but you have no idea
to whom or what
to thank for this
bestowing

is this poem a stowaway?
or did it pay for its passage,
in cash, by credit card,
or barter ?

if by barter,
what did I surrender?
what item or thing of great value did I trade
for this permissive missive
that was created
for the soul purpose,
of being shared?

it's birth was painless,
the cutting of the cord,
was never felt!

and within minutes,
it went from birth to babe,
child to adolescent,
young adult to middle aged,
to now,
a senior senile senatorial
presents itself fully formed,
weaned wise and wizened
and served to you
on white porcelain dishes,
with black cutlery

so fresh, so hot, so new,
that you are the first
or perhaps the last,
even the only
to ever taste it…

I ask for your forgiveness,
though invited
on this journey to this meal
and it's many courses
and its mirrored ball of
disco discourses,
it is signaling,
like a wise fool frantically waving,
enough!
telling you that you
have arrived
at an ending,
that we each name,
Our Destination


so be it
so be it
so it be

now a shared property

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  NML


April 15, 2025

labor commenced
at 2:27 AM
and the poem~baby
with all its limbs, all its senses,
was delivered to you,
its adaptive & adoptive
parents
at 3:22 AM

so good night, good day
and good luck!

We built our friendship piece by piece,
with laughter and late-night talks,
but, I never thought we'd reach the day
when our shared path just...stopped.

I remember the good days and the bad,
a shoulder was always there to lean on,
I thought we'd be two crazy friends
growing up and still going strong.

I remember how we used to plan
our lives, growing old and grey.
It is funny how our future dreams
just sort of slipped away.

I've tried my best to fix the broken bits,
and to patch up what came undone,
but some things, once they've changed too much,
can't be joined back together as one.

And yes, it hurts like hell sometimes
to know we've drifted apart and stalled;
But, I wouldn't trade those memories,
not for anything at all.

So here's the truth, plain and simple,
as I let these words go free,
I hope you find what you've been chasing,
and that you are where you are meant to be.

I hope that your days are kind and gentle,
and that all of your dreams will come alive;
And although we're on different paths now,
I hope that you will still continue to thrive.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I miss you

I miss your face

and how i long

for your embrace




And when you smile

you shine so bright

not a day goes by

without your light




When your path becomes rough

I wish i was there

to help smooth things out

but i don’t know how, when or where




We laughed together

And we cried

we were always there for each other

until i found out that you lied




The day you left

sleepless nights

i lost myself in

all the endless fights




I love you

I hate you

because there’s nothing

there is nothing i can do







I can’t even bring myself

to look deep in your eyes

I try to look strong

but the tears bring forth my demise




When we cross paths

I try to ignore that pretty face

but instead I turn around

and try to walk at my own pace




I wish

I could see you again

to go back to the old days

when you were my friend

Oh, tell me, my dear

when you dream

what is it that you see

are we playing in a field

or just sitting on your couch

merely enjoying each other’s company







when the stars in the sky

come out to dance

what about us

what is our story

are we together forever

or does it end in tragedy




I think back

to the late nights

you were there for me

and I, for you

i forever wish

for these times

to never end

do you dream of me

the way i dream of you?




when the stars in the sky

come out to dance

what about us

what is our story

are we together forever

or does it end in tragedy




A memory now so bittersweet

if i was ever to think

you didn’t remember

the moments we shared

the nights all alone

the first time we kissed

i can only wonder how much they meant

to you

for when you dream

do you see me

or am I not there at all

do you not feel the way i do




when the stars in the sky

come out to dance

what about us

what is our story

are we together forever

or does it end in tragedy




My dear

i love you

my only wish

is that you love me too