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oh utopia utopia
how you ensnare the unwary!
a summers day is either fine or rain
and no-one knows how long it will last!
we dream away with the beauty of it all
and this is understood
but crashing in on our party of love
bringing the truth of this world
is war, famine, violence, hatred
all the things that destroy the utopian dream
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
Dreams we had together, /
Are gone, /
Dead, torn asunder. /
Yours are yours, /
& mine belong to me alone: /
Let me be, let me go, —I am on my own. /
Paradox; /
You refuse to accept no means no, /
Status quo quid pro quo. /
—Energy & boundaries /
Are sacred, /
You extinguish them in the flames of your lust. /
Beginning are endings, /
Endings are beginnings, /
The love burnishing this heart has died. /
I am working out my own salvation /
With fear & trembling, /
—In this holy war. /
The war continues, it seems unending, /
The fight, it lingers, /
Even after the rapture. /
(—Se’ lah)
12-27-2025
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
follow the Devil,
and you won’t get lost…
you’ll arrive exactly where he lives.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
I think it’s kind of funny how I let you walk away.
It’s funny how you liked me first and I only liked you after.
It’s funny how it’s my fault i've been waiting for you.
It’s funny how we never even dated.
It’s funny how you’ve probably already moved on and im stuck with this feeling.
It’s funny how I want our friendship back because I know we can’t be more.
It's funny how i still want you in my life.
It’s funny how I keep holding on to hope.
It’s funny how…
I’m just laughing at myself.
Why am I like this?
Why can’t I just move on?
Deep down I know I can’t laugh about this.
These are my feelings and they’re real.
Maybe it’s dumb.
Maybe it’s normal.
And maybe it’s not even funny.
Maybe it’s just a part of me.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC
even if we don't talk
it's better than it being official
and just so you know
i dread the day when i get your message
which i know will say
i think it's better if we don't talk
as if that isn't happening already
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
all on the road home
some have wandered far away
some are resting by the way
some are forging ahead
some are completely lost
and at times I have been all these
and will be again
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
out I burned
down I collapsed
in I nirvanad
off I set.
Waves of welter aligned to rewind
losing the weight of mind.
Swear I won’t fall again
But this isn’t feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
to pull me back to ground again.
The tune was arising until it’s fading.
The image is grounded until it’s leaned.
The voyager was granted until it’s strayed.
The eyes were flicked until it’s shut.
The hands were clutched until it’s fumbled.
The sight was stretching until it’s blurring.
The breath was pacing until it’s muddled.
The heart was harboring until it’s shivered.
The butterfly was fluttering until it’s tethered.
Sinking, surging, swirling,
There I was, though no one noticed.
Not even my ashes afloat.
Breeze nestled on wings of cradle
Shade blurred in a beam of surge
Petals flicked off stumble
Thorns unfolded to prattle
Fallen angles tethered
sinful to light the
darkened feather
As it fell to fly
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
this trip
homeward bound,
riding the Q (subway) train
from the messy grime of a
never fully repossessed
cesspool misnamed as
Times Square,
to our apartment
near but yet far,
a poem short & sweet was
born complete, on an 8 minute
fast track victory lap to periodic
successful urban planning,
that even and
even though
with and/of
which
no speedy highly
disrespectful witch
on a broomstick,
nor a midnight traffickless
auto trip,
could ever hope
to compete
<>
roses red, violets blue,
all the passengers, revelry tired,
both becostumed & be plained,
Hallowed eve festivities
again, lesser than expected,
life be, eager awaited
legal moment of crazy-
-inness-inward-permissed,
never quiet or as good
as hoped,
we tired riders
all look worn from the
aggregated
infidelities of a
a hoped-for
missing-out happier life
nearing midnight,
the new immigrants,
in subway platform
patrolling,
offer us candy for sale,
their toddler children,
beside them
at this midnight hour,
to drive home
the desperate willingness to
survive in a city oft hostile
no longer eager to be
beacon beckoning
to the world, we rethink
to our minded selves,
our Statue of Liberty
engraved invite:
"Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. / Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, / I lift my lamp beside the golden door”
<>
we exit the underground rout(e)
and the walk from subway to front door
is another 8 minute travelogue segment,
we cover the quarter mile on foot,
covering a skimp of distance that
our urban transport
of many mileage covered
in the same units of minutes
in flyer miles
<>
late at night,
we walk fast, with eyes wide,
our lives to hide,
from the risks of the
unpredictable
when the street parade
of stragglers
gives not the comfort of a
rowdy crowdy,
and the existence of crime
is not
entirely fabricated
<Did>
I offer short and sweet,
Oh well I only misled,
the trip 16 minutes
and the poem
in my head,
complete emerged
with minutiae attending
et. al.,
in far far less mini~minutes,
for it was
a product of
silent back labor,
from first staggering
screaming pain
to
successful unexpected birth
that can take maybe
minutes five,
to mentally survive
plus,
physically complete the birth,
introduce this poem to life.
when the photos of my mined mind
make images from negatives
into words,:
collect, sort and report the
output picturesque
now in colors black & white,
of a trip from a Broadway theater
through to a high rise building
astride the river
which gives me
a theoretical cleaner space to breathe
<>
rather than short and sweet?
I really reseed,
redeed it as/is:
*not too long and a tad
bittersweet*
a night in the life of
the mixture of successes and
failures of our troubled world
in
living technicolor,
a few seconds of film
of which one could fairly,
and in fairness
bless/write/curse/
each sight
twice,
uttering:
”mine eyes have seen the glories,
as all come to look for America”
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 7:14 AM UTC
“*But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too*”
lyric from “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks
<>
climbing stairs, balancing two breakfasts,
two fill-to-brim-rims warning sloshing,
earbuds in place, always,
lest the news
interrupts and plunges me first thing into
moody murderous disheartened failure,
and Miz Minx Nicks lays me low
this lyric knocks me to rock,
there and then,
consequences be ****** the unstoppable
lyric rocks grinding me to an
immovable halt,
all spills,
don’t care, for the need to scream-
bleed-finally
write to understand why these
a l w a y s words arrest my soul
children
the most costly thing anyone can
create,
the lost, the found
the ones in the grave way too early,
and the ones who were born
knowing better,
children
whose inviolable sense of
totally righteousness
makes forgiveness
disabled, disallowed
for the poor clueless fools
them who naively know~nothings
who chose to raise them
here I am not getting,
no, unsteadily unreadily
too late
am older,
up-to the shaking-head age
so unexpected,
almost ridiculous
untimely unthinkable
‘cept for:
*it’s an impossiblity ~
and just
don’t understand this injustice
perpetrated upon this
unsuspecting and in denial,
sorrowful old man*
so I weep
on the steps so steep,
Woman comes to see if I'm
fallen,
my wailing at the realization of
my losses all
totally tallied
is heavy much more than
my now empty hands,
but busy them,
attempting to staunch the
flowing
overwhelming regrets that
gush from every pore,
and that no one can
ever be cleansed,
and the permance of
stains
for I am only
getting older too
killing me
way too slowly
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
Comedy and tragedy never seem to be distributed evenly
Not sure destiny would even recognize me
Nor I it honestly
But could it, would it, should it be able too avoid me deliberately?
Surely if I coulda, I woulda and probably shoulda taken it more seriously
I know this is my millionth apology,
That's not lost on me
I'm so sorry that I happen to be so sorry
If you could find it in your heart too forgive me
It'd be
Just another thing that I envy
Endlessly
For all of eternity
©2024
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
threading my fingers through your pink hair
warm silence rises out of open mouths
rose skin and water lilies float above water
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
Sa lahat ng mga bumati
gayon din po sa mga nakaalala
Ngayon ako po'y tumabi
Sa gilid, kalakip ang Pagpapala
ramdam man ang talab
ng Araw sa aking balat
Tila ba hapding may Alab
na dulot ng tama ng Bala
itong Nilalaman ng aking isip
at nais mailipad ng aking pisi
yaring mga katagang may talas
Ngunit sa Tugmaan po ay salat
Gayon ma'y ipinaaabot ko pa rin sa Tala
Sa tulong ng hanging merong tubig alat
Ngunit di kailan man mangangalawang
ang taos puso kong pasasalamat sa lahat
sapagkat paikot-ikotin man ang radar..
.......Ang radar ay radar pa rin
kahit pa takasan at baliktarin!
Sa ating lahat...Umagang Kay ganda
Simula na muli ng bagong pag-asa
©November 02,2020
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
I write this to get your attention,
This piece doesn’t convey any meaning
Whatsoever; this one is just for your love;
For sometimes I need this; just as you are
In need of love and
Hahahhah
Attention
Oh my
It’s hard not to laugh at the view of a
Space expanding ever
Oh sh f it s hard to strain oneself
Yourself
Myself
From
Ohhhhh haha haha
Oh you can’t
Thou canst not even picture it
O my head so a jumble man
Yo bruh sez myman how come you are so high so low so late time eh
Oh it bothers you you little sh
Come here and I sho
The broken glass and spilled kvas
I was just a child that time
The splinters in my ankles and thighs
It hurts all the same
O
Right
I forgot what it was all about
Never mind
Happy new cycle
Piece **** pls
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Life has been
Interesting
over time
I have this raw drive, hot
from the yellow Sun,
and with feet still lazy
the Moon is pushing me
to run fast
Live enormously
Stop pleasing mean friends
Who reveal nothing sad
Their one lie is yet to be used up
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
A greater cause,
means a better life.
Or atleast so they voice.
But how do you fight for what is right;
when all you dispose of is knife?
I ask myself who is my greatest enemy?
Is it me, myslef, or I?
Mybe all I need is a remedy.
To make all the wrong rectify.
I know that all of what I am capabe of holding is a weapon.
But how do you use such a thing when you can't tell the difference between your foe and your allies?
All I see are demons who seem to have come from the heart of heaven.
But afetr all, isn't that everybodies homeland. Even the devil knows all of its alleys.
But mybe weapons as deadly as they can be,
are the more or less something like you and me.
Mybe they weren't found for the unique cause of killing.
Pedro Reyes made weapon in art fullfilling.
What was war's greatest tool.
Has now become harmony's moor.
What was used in fights caused by sheer unreason.
Has now brought all people even.
All those cries,
all those tries.
And I still can't realize:
what on earth can possibly be my cause.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
and
she doesn't care
about my hair
or my car
she's only in it
for the size
of my
heart
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Minutes til I get to u
Spiral my visions into inspirations
I don’t get it
Why ppl keep telling me
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is sweet and KIND
But doesn’t grow
Always in sunshine
Through the storm
I’ve groomed and grown
Knowingly
The whole time
I was not alone
Never will I be
A QUEEN helped me see
Tough love
An empty home
No voices
No children
No kisses til the crack of dawn
Just the sound of me
On my own
I’ve trained and prepared
To be everything
You see
You showed me
The greatest version of me
Tears and all
You cried
I cried
We felt our love
For each other
In our hearts
When I hear about
Our time apart
Not a word to speak
Distance
You described me
To the T
Trying to avoid the thoughts
Smiling at your voice
The softness of your touch
Even as I think
I feel your body
Against me
How can this be?
This **** chemistry
**** this **** FREQUENCY
I love you
Not to the moon and back
That I can’t say
My love for you
Is so STRONG
That we create our own GALAXY
I don’t care
What anyone says
I’m here
Step by step
Day by day
Prayer by prayer
I mediate with FULL FAITH
Our love continue to grow
Fine with age
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC