#humanexperience
An air-breathed; an end be near?
Life… a riddle held in the lungs;
Love, a rhythm two hearts hum—
That dare to follow that drum.
My faith never came early—
Late-believed; that fragile gift,
Born from two shaking legs—
Knees trembling like leaves in wind,
Yet somehow… so fairly conceived.
These eyes have seen sunlight spill
Over quiet mornings; the mouth reaches
To taste what sweetness time is storing;
The ears lean toward laughter, toward
Whispers that tickle the soul; the nose
Finds truth in the air, untouched,
Unspoiled, whole;
But the touch of it all… so fleeting,
So fickle—like holding warm water
That slips through your hold.
And still, we gather these breaths
Into words; to pass young wisdom
To our young… in sentences carried
On air— an heir-breathed.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
Bright star with a ravenous darkness in its heart,
Giving life to a world miles away.
Asking itself, why not start another moment in time?
Grinding and eating the helium that it has inside
To become a greater star,
Devouring the world to which it once gave life.
In the journey to that light,
The burnout of matter and time.
Only space and God catch the moment that gave birth to that darkness it has:
A darkness that not even time and light
Can escape into the viewer's eyes.
That is how a star so bright ends its journey,
And the dependents it had.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT
Curtains gently drawn,
Soft light warms a quiet room—
Kettle hums awake.
Hands gather, bread is broken,
Love lives in the smallest things.
AROUND THE TABLE
Laughter fills the air,
Plates passed from hand to warm hand—
Stories retold.
In each shared and simple glance,
Grace is quietly reborn.
SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES
Painted eggs held tight,
Wonder dances in their eyes—
Spring sings through their steps.
In their laughter, pure and free,
Life begins again, anew.
GARDEN OF NEW DAYS
Tiny feet explore,
Petals fall like whispered joy—
Sunlight crowns the day.
Every question that they ask
Turns the world to something new.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
Dark sky holds its breath,
Nails echo through broken time—
Love does not resist.
A crown of thorns, yet mercy
Falls like rain on hardened hearts.
Wood bears sacred weight,
A whisper— “It is finished.”
Earth trembles in grief.
Yet in that final silence,
Hope begins its hidden rise.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC
—Do you feel that?
—Feel what?
—Feel the nothing,
the absence of life,
the absence of movement
and the lack of energy
that this air carries.
—How could I feel that?
—Breathe. Take a deep breath
and taste the fact
that the only air moving
is your breath.
Isn't it beautiful?
—It is.
—Isn't it great? Isn't it
the best you've ever tasted?
—It is.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC
All my friends are chatting.
I get close, to listen—
maybe I'll even participate.
They say:
"Yo, did you see that goal?"
Someone looks at me and says:
"Did you watch the match yesterday?"
I wait and say:
"No. I don't watch those things"
The most awkward silence ever.
Some day, some happy day,
I'll find people I can talk to
and it isn't about
who scored a goal
or who missed a shot.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
The Poem
"Life is the true poem"
July 18, 2025.
A gaze from the sixth sense,
to seek that poem, "The Poem."
That poem that is always there,
to dive into life searching.
Where life is the only poem,
that poem that holds everything.
Where everything is, to see,
to feel, that it unveils itself,
in pieces for life.
In pieces searching,
for that ideal poem.
Reflections of life,
that are just,
there in everything.
Unfurled,
pieces,
parts,
souls,
poet.
In that,
which is,
something,
more.
You,
and
...
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
It is rare for one to choose to live so isolated.
There are people everywhere,
Only meters away,
Barricaded in their boxes,
Guarded in their prisons of fear,
Wanting to be left alone,
Wanting to be left out of drama,
Wanting to be left out of judgement.
Isolation has become the new way of life,
The easy way out, than facing my fears.
To let someone in,
Is to let complication in,
Judgement, disapproval & burden,
I don't need that from another,
I have all that myself.
Instead I replace people with things,
Shiny possessions that fill my void,
Delicious cuisine that fulfills my pleasure,
Strenuous exercise to exhaust me at night.
To prove to you I'm doing great in the world,
To prove to you I'm not in need of your concern.
But loneliness is a sneaky thing,
Creeping in at your lowest moment,
Reminding you that your life is empty,
That your soul lacks communication,
That your soul lacks connection,
That your soul lacks completion.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
There is no prize to perfection,
No crown for its endless direction.
Only the stillness, cold and mute,
Of a dream that halts in its pursuit.
The edge of longing, sharp and thin,
Cuts deeper than the goal within.
For what is gained when all is won,
If the chase extinguishes the sun?
Perfection lies in things undone,
In breaths that falter, threads unspun.
For life is richer, raw, unplanned,
A fleeting touch, a trembling hand.
There is no need for flawless art,
But space to mend the human heart.
No prize awaits, no grand pursuit—
Only life’s quiet, imperfect truth.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC
Your heart has a question to ask,
My love
Come and sit down with me.
I can explain things the best that I can
My love
Because I truly do want you to see.
You've asked why we can't be at one
My love
And you pine for what the answer will be.
.
There was just us in the beginning of time
My love
I gave to you endlessly.
It went on like this millions of years
My love
But there was someone you were longing to be.
You asked to be more like myself
My love,
To have the power to love endlessly.
And not just continue to take from
My love
But give it all back to me.
As soon as I give you this chance,
My love
To conquer this world on your own,
My love
You created a moment in time,
My love
A moment that we could define,
My love
And without history before or future to come,
Existence turned on its axis, and from that was sprung,
A million shards of stardust with delicate strings,
Cast out into the universe to become every thing.
.
You deserve ultimate perfection,
My love
You asked to work for this on your own,
But things don't go in just one direction,
My love
Those delicate shards of stardust may stray far and wide,
Adventuring life,
Developing pride,
Forgetting their roots the farther away,
But those strings will begin to tighten one day,
And all the burden and strain and strife that you bear,
Will only make you more able to share,
In the absolute perfection of being aware,
Of the intricate depth of
My love
.
You will have to get to the end of the rope
My love
And then you will actually see,
That it's more like an elastic band
My love
Drawing you right back to me.
The pieces collect,
And lock back to place,
In this beautiful vessel in a beautiful place,
And we'll call that place heaven, to paint a picture in your mind,
And when it's time...
.
You and I together, will simply be
My love
Where the lover and loved become free
My love
You will come back to me
My love
And together we will love endlessly.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
Instagram embodies a heart shell
negates to incarnate the beat.
Rejecting its blood flow,
Projecting its cell count
to a matter of likes.
Instagram is home to a
headspace with heartaches of
beautiful ideas
that want to be felt
but can only be seen.
These days connection's connected to
soft eye lids and caressing fingertips to a screen.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
i aced my history classes
they teach you about the war in vietnam
they teach you about the revolutionary war
they teach you about the battle of the bulge
the civil war
but what
of the wars you will face within yourself?
those
are seldom talked about
people blow their own minds
up
with destructive behaviors and terrible choices
one soldier fighting both sides
the post-traumatic stress of their own human experience
hmmm?
what of those people.
what of me.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC