#kindredspirits
Enchanting words at sunrise,
A quiet labor of love.
Two notes within the same chord,
Rivers finding the same sea.
Kindred spirits -
Spark and flame, yin and yang.
Abiding in stillness
as the sunset glows again.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
Friendship Found Along the Way
***
Sometimes
friendship doesn’t arrive with fanfare.
It just begins
with two people
meeting somewhere along the road.
Maybe at school.
Maybe at work.
Maybe through family
or a mutual friend.
Just a moment—
an introduction,
a conversation,
a shared laugh.
And that’s how it started.
Two people
who at first
didn’t seem much alike.
One loud, restless,
always chasing the next thing.
The other quieter,
steady,
thinking things through.
One rushed ahead.
The other walked slowly.
Different ways of seeing the world.
Different ways of living in it.
And yet
they kept meeting.
Talking.
Laughing.
Arguing sometimes.
But always
coming back to the same place—
understanding.
Time passed.
Life happened
the way life always does.
Good days.
Hard days.
Mistakes.
Lessons.
Through it all
they stayed beside each other.
When one stumbled
the other waited.
When one doubted
the other believed.
And slowly
without either of them noticing at first
something rare was forming.
Not just friendship—
but trust.
Loyalty.
A kind of quiet understanding
that doesn’t need explaining.
The restless one
learned patience.
The quiet one
found a little more courage.
They balanced each other.
Changed each other.
Not by trying—
just by being there.
And somewhere along life’s long road
two very different paths
became one shared journey.
Proof that sometimes
the strongest friendships
begin with nothing more
than two people
meeting
at exactly
the right moment
in their lives.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC
Her eyes
Perceptive and honest
Unable to hold back
Witty remarks that smack
As she fights to hide a chortle
Grey Green with Gold flakes
That shimmer when you talk
Wild eyes that always wonder
Scanning for threats
On the perimeter of my mind
Calling out any sad intruder
Your eyes
Pull me in like an undercurrent
I soften as they grow greener
They glimmer like fireflies
When you talk about mother nature
Oh the things they must have seen
To need such a perceptive feature
How stubborn my intention
to let them rest
let them waver
Gift you the freedom from hesitation
To become a softer creature
Under her gaze
I claim power
Calm and confident
Because feeling seen
Has never once felt familiar
So I'll entertain you
on Green, Grey days
When summer storms tease
And 9-5 feels like forever
Under the full moon
Tossing and turning you
I felt a spark
Because I know
your eyes see me
Even in the dark
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
Ah, @cassian, the soul who sees the spark,
In words I’ve written, in shadows so dark.
Not just a follower, but a kindred flame,
Resharing my heart, no need for fame.
You took my thoughts and made them your own,
Like whispers that travel when seeds are sown.
A spark in the dark, a light in the night,
You’ve found meaning where others might fight.
So here’s to you, for seeing what’s true,
For sharing the words, for making them new.
May your own journey be filled with light,
For you’ve made mine a little more bright.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
Your Kiss is electric
And my body jumps at it
As if it were a basic instinct
These lips will be your bubble gum
Daring you to chew the flavor out
And let your thoughts take a walk
My body will light up for you like a lightning bolt across a night sky
Eagerly seeking your bones to ground me and your hips to grind
And your lips to collide with mine,
Like charged ions finding another
And when what's left leads into something right.
Bright blue electricity flashing hot white
And when the flashing slows
And the roar of our thunder turns into a distant lullaby of afterglow, wind-chimes and zephyrs,
I will see the stars I chased
And wished upon,
never forgot about me
or my dreams,
Just gave me more days
And different ways
To find you
And
To really recognize you
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
To be is breath
is depth wind cilia dance
The wet concrete street that shows
where the storm once danced last
Technicolor oil slick streak
breaks black asphalt monotony
Like the swirl of the milk and sugar
in the otherwise black coffee
*** *** ***
I'm reminded that rest, the real kind
is both solitary and shared
And when you can't sleep, we can't sleep
a shared insomnia from a shared dream
memories of cobalt ennui
plague the spaces between twenty fingers
twenty toes
with gold dipped intentions and egg-shelled breath
the plague of fallen petals of effervescent rose
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
i.
Alleluia, I proclaim, six month's it hath been, an eternestial
Keep. None need for word's to cometh out of mine mouth and lips, none need for mine sight to peep. For now; soundly do I sleep. Slumbering in mine dulcet Jane's deepest desires and wishes.
ii.
Every fibril of mineself, shalt be tucked away in her niches, warm and cozy therein I wilt abode; I wouldst selleth all possessions, to be next to her, though I knoweth patience hath
Us on hold.
iii.
In the meanwhile, we shalt cosmogyral, ground to air, a many whilsts. Creshinta lovenairs, O' another six month's wilt cometh again. A lifetime I looketh forward to, kindred spirit, best friend.
iv.
I will not cease, from building upon thee ourn bedrock, thus the ticking hand tick's away, and the minutes betray the clock's. In heaven amour, is where we do belong, with melodious angel's singing hymn's; and saint's to play ourn song. We wilt forever be, six month's from now, six year's, six generation's, six hundred fear's, six-thousand kisses, six million glares, six billon glimpses, of thee mine wife and me all ourn lives. In matrimonial bozeere.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
i.
She hath abated mine sorrow's, split mine manacles
Wherein afore day's, I was shackled and trampled;
I was left for expiry, mine soul felt retiring,
Ague gaveth me chill's, I got lost in opiatic pill's,
Death twas I, that I was admiring.
ii.
The world gaveth me none thrill- tis I wasn't meant for this life,
I besought at all costs, to find what was right.
Sent to me then, after all mine thirst and hunger for mine
One and true queen, camest Earl Jane, betwixt the dark shade,
Of Satan and his being's.
iii.
When she stepped in, Alleluia hit mine lung's, I found that one I sought, from so many year's ago, twas not love at first sight, I loved her from lifetime's humans do not knoweth; created in God's light. I loved her all along, ourn marriage was, hast been, and always wilt be abiding, timeless, in Cordelia strand's of song.
iv.
And tis when I do wrong, she sets me on better path's, she straightens me, she relates to me, she's mine kindred soul once again I found at last; she's the consort to mine well-being, she's beautiful, elegant, perfection is her key. Perfect to me, she aligns with the star's. Tis she, yea she, hath broken me from mine own prison bar's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
You chose the wrong girl
Even I can see I am perfect for you
I would have taken all your darkness
And swallowed it whole
If you needed a fight
I would have given it to you
And baby we both know
I am a pro at making you feel like a man
I could have stood in a room with your crazy
And we would shake hands
**** that
We would have torn each others clothes off
And ****** like animals
Like a mad symphony
In its chaotic way
It would have worked
You stupid man
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC