#answered
You offer kindness
Like a hand over my mouth
And I am so sick of being
Answered like this
Worn raw by desperate pleas
Ground dull against deaf stone
There are only so many ways
To pry loose your hand
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
propelled by the prayers of children
a golden pen in your pocket
-years of wonder, years of seeking.
a golden wand for a wordsmith.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:44 AM UTC
a quote of Danny Thomas,
actor, comedian and founder of St. Jude Hospital
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wow.
who among us can say the same,
dare even to think they know the answer,
the young think,
too early, not yet, I’ve got time,
to figure it out,
and better yet,
change my mind
the elders think,
dare not this to ask myself,
lest the answer is less than satisfactory,
and the opportunity of time to supply,
a good answer, grows dangerously delimited
I,
struggle with this quest,
its penetrating sustaining pain,
that issue random screeches and stitches,
with spikes covered in the tarnish of indecent indecision,
to temporal~allay,
momentarily, get~
got some satisfaction
for my harshest critic,
Mr. 3m’s
(me, myself & eyes)
reach for a new poem solution,
every morning of every day
until a mark
beside it
doth appear
involuntary that is
is not a question mark
but a checkmark
✅
registered as duly marked
as~done:
For This Day,
Only,
Asked and Answered
❤️
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
You have shown us, Oh Lord, the power of your judgement and the greatness of your mercy. The prayers of the faithful and the just will not go unheard. Their cries do not fall on deaf ears. The Lord has spared me from his wrath. He has delivered me from danger. Your blessings and mercies are new each day and great is your faithfulness as the sun will rise once more.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
(Chorus)
...and she said,
"We don't have to stand it here, we can go anywhere
Find a place to call a home and build our storybook future there
If not here then where? Can't we find that anywhere?
A destination with no journey seems to me to be unfair
Some god, somewhere, already answered my prayer
Cause I'm here and you're there..."
©2023
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 4:52 PM UTC
He carved a headboard out of pine
And shaped it til’ a bird-shaped thing
Emerged. And then, he thought,
‘One could do worse
Than sleep beneath an angel’s wing’
‘Perhaps this wing will keep me safe
When darkness comes, when lights are dim
I’ll think of Psalms and sleep’, he said
But little did he know
What Heaven had in store for him
Until the day his daughter came
And with her daughter, rested there
And then he knew a miracle
Had waited patiently to come
In answer to his wooden prayer
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
~for Dante Rocio, who shares visions~
-from where does inspiration come from?
from
intimacy with the inanimate,
the population of objects,
coarse, beauteous that provoke,
the museums, the gutter, the worn,
the just unrealized, imagined,
from
learning to speak hearts
to speak the heart language
from
from animated blood, eyes, taste buds,
when you pass thru the molecules of me,
by contact real or imagined,
desperation, satisfaction organic,
from
where do these questions arise,
the answers as well,
they are tangible, yet intangible,
even
from,
a notion indistinct,
an untraceable path,
hidden routers,
deflecting reflecting,
even a current direct,
invisible to the naked
from where?
a fair question,
answers, unreliable,
for in the forming,
the froming
is always
transfigured,
distorted
June 2014
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
all my questions,
were all unanswered.
when will be the time,
i can finally go outside,
and be free,
knowing that i have
all the answers
to the questions i've
been looking for?
for so many years,
i tried to search.
for all the answers,
that my questions longed for.
maybe, i should've not tried
to find the answers,
but to just sit down,
and think,
that i,
am the only one,
who answers all the
questions i've asked.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
Just in case
What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were
the first wombed man with wit to make her will known,
vocally?
What if she could sing, and smile, wink and
blink and look away,
coy, from the crib.
She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast
this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time
since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright...
I bet she could dance and sing... but
some reason or another, now
no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now.
Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man.
What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know...
all construed facts point to life being
struely
not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it,
as we say we well know,
we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering,
we have heard the stories,
Hydes who remained,
but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side.
Silly, I would love to have friends.
But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day
to escape a bout of ignorant rage
-- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick,
-- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak,
with one of those, at will, eididic memory's.
He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich.
In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing,
GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE?
as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney,
to Camarillo State Hospital,
a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence
of everything
you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul
become the big screen, with no body projected there...
all around me everyone is not there...
then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as
Sonny slowly rose to re
ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
My hello's
were never enough to
you coming to me...
But my goodbyes kept you
returning
for that lingering
taste of what you didn't want.
But in the end I never answered
the door.
(knock, knock)
my heart is with holding its number.
The lines dead, Ill never say hi, goodbye...
that moments...….
regrettable
But I have peace of conscious,
peace of mind..
now your not in my thoughts.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Meeting after long period
Meeting after long absent
She had asked
He had asked
"why did you late?"
She answered
To gather my thought
To feel how I demand
You when you are absent
Or even you are present
He said,'
To see myself
Equal to you to give
The happy you dream and want
As you are the most brilliant
I had ever acquitted
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
have I? answered all your questions save one?
~~~~~
the known’s and the unknown multinational multitudes
do you comprehend within my means
to be
the man that can be moved
the when is up to you
the why yet, a wonderful mystery
laughs
the imagery of a plucked ****
man emits an ouch
but the spring bulbs tense fragrance,
a call sign for new missions
science need answers,
now, that I can no longer hide
in black holes
you can stall till the fall
more questions to pair the man against himself,
poetry by command
for the curious possibilities
of dear,
save one
~~~~~~~~~~~
7:12am 4-11-19
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother
Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so god **** sick and tired
Of being so **** sick and tired
Why am I always so ******* tired?
I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes that this won't last forever
I can say that I care about a few things
But it'd be only to myself that I feed lies
There's a lot I need to get off my chest
But it's hard when I have to make it rhyme
I don't consider myself a poet
More of an alocoholic with a pen
I get myself into a drunken haze
And spill all the thoughts in my head
You're probably wondering where this is going
And I can't say that I have the answer
I kind of just type away
Until I start to feel a little better.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Why are you depressed,
my friend?
Why won't you talk to me?
Why can't we go back to the old days
where we always answered?
Why won't you tell anyone,
my friend?
Why are you so down?
Why are you unseen?
Why can't we be closer again,
the way we used to be?
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC