#lived
what life was as a ******
I long forget
but I remember the awakening
-from virginity to depart.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:54 AM UTC
~for the inestimable and yet,
so oft underestimated,
Lori Jones McCaffery ~
*"That was beautiful and I lived it with you." ^
tell-me, tell-me,
he whispers so only ***** can hear:
is there anything more,
a simple poet could ask for,
but an admission of someone revealing that
your words,
inculcated, enwrapped, flowered within,
then carried them to you,
and you to them?
to sit beside me, on my unpillowed weathered throne,
and imagine them imagining through eyes that read, shared
your overflowing joyous insights of the outside domain,
your sadness glorious at the end of a summer
where you rediscovered, un~purposed,
a mindfulness,
from the early morning sun beams stinging you alive
that together ***** the air from lungs exhaling,
and this very breathe
is the synapse of an actual consummation,
transmigrating, transmuting, transforming
a kindred soul
to kin
how glorious!
no, there is nothing greater,
but to ask:
my dear,
can you feel, taste my salted tears, Lori,
as I kiss each of your hands for becoming/making/cresting & creating
a bond of us?
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 10:10 AM UTC
Between leaf and life
Wet ochre leaves bundled exit
Life was lived now gone
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
Idle word redemption day. {optional title}
Clocking time.
Timing coincidence,
confident tempus fugit…
ever learning, never certain,
each lessoning examined
conscience temptation, fug-edaboudit,
esse,
This is the day,
laid out
in front
of time's arrow
to be shot thro-
ugh-**ing A, okeh, shot…out
ra' rough, footballer mind
an instance
in prayer… patiently ghine
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He, if he were you,
ignoring nothing, finding quiet
time, alone,
in an empty house;
he would think, being as you
were he, I think,
rare, quiet, not noiseless, listen
the humms, the wind rattling
leaves in Live Oaks,
needles in Pines,
birds whose peeps are
playing
with my ears,
tuning mine
to his who hears
quiet time slipping by,
acknowledging most
deafening noise
is all
in the mind.
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Wally Amos, are you still famous?
Me, too. Locally.
Famous for fine grandchildren,
Parent-Teacher Conference
confirmed, year after year,
fine
grandchildren given access
to books, and self education,
And wicked fast internet/
tutorials for anything
solvers of Rubic's cubes,
setters of gathering magic what's
and ifs, and but then, so that's
better, he thinks, this tinker
touching each across time,
think yourself useful to us all. Amen.
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Laughing, thinking of shouting,
at the floor, I am
so intense
because
I am alive
in my own future,
the world's a mess, unless,
I laugh,
and take the good.
It is a sunny November day,
after the promised latter rain,
laughter functions, leaving lines
where old faces wrinkle happily,
fitting character traits common
to old scout squinty perspicacity.
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Bored, in ever after, eh?
¿Made no plans
to pursue, when you had time?
Well, as a filler word,
or is it
a feeler a
wordwiggle rough
through a ra'thought,
be may, may be, maybe so,
declaratively so said, indeed, thinking
beauty be,
what if now,
is the same time,
any instance taken
seriously curious wise,
from the initial point perceived, taken, held
to hold this thought, or hold that thought
as self evidently true,
having being
in minds
let be found like live words,
in spirit form, as breaths, taken
held, to rethink against knowing again
what was meant,
so long ago,
when all words got scrambled,
some lost all sense,
such be idle, now,
set to activate
on recognition, off, set
which is no longer the case, you know
common conscious
ness is the use, men-tal chabad
of knowledge actioning knowns
under the God
pledged and sworn
to try to tell the truth,
the whole truth y nada mas,
aliegiantly, in the spirit of Liberty…
inspired emperically in poetry
IF, Gunga Din
allah
Tha… just so, says
fear was the problem,
not knowledge
of wonder and adversity,
so opposed
for honor,
as translated good vs evil,
to death, staining beguilement,
from aha, got it, reason
to woe, original curse, sin
during developmental stages
interesting times first tier burns
of what our story says we mustabin,
in the dark ages, previous to the internet.
[[== jest, so ==]]-
eftsoons
obsolete or archaic way
of saying "soon afterward,"
ongean magical once more,
with feeling.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Months burst with potential understanding
Thyroid, Childhood Cancer, Breast Cancer
And Autism - a landscape of perception
I knew little once
Before lived experiences carved pathways
Of comprehension
Hand flapping, repeated movie scenes
Specific sensory needs
Neurological landscapes diverse as humanity itself
From verbal to non-verbal
From sibling to parent
From self-discovery at 34
My perspective widens like a lens
Societal Echoes
The world whispers harsh narratives
"Discipline them"
"Fix them"
"Normalize"
But we are not broken
We are different
Intricate neural networks
Misunderstood symphonies
Digital age amplifies cruelty
Marginalization becomes performance
Awareness transforms to spectacle,
Unfolding Truth
Intricate neural pathways
Misread as discordant tunes
The digital age sharpens cruelty's edge
Marginalization dressed as entertainment
Awareness turned into spectacle,
A truth slowly unraveling
Hatred cloaked in the guise of compassion
Bigotry masquerading as care
April - a month of performative understanding
We see what others refuse to witness
Complexity beyond simple categorization
Humanity in all its beautiful, challenging variations
Spectrum wide as consciousness
Unbound by neurotypical constraints
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 9:06 PM UTC
i lived all the worlds
that have been present in mind
understood not one
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 10:02 PM UTC
even when I lived with another,
their were divisions, we even
remembered memories different
which was a grandiose hint that
our eye to eye was dissimilar, and
the connection, the We~key never
truly locked our door from the
inside, from the outside, and we
were faithful to separate but
unequal…
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
The point of differentiation,
not the point of contention,
the point of no return
continuation relative
to knowing subtle forces
ostensibly contained
in the whole truth,
and nothing but,
to which no doubt,
you are personally sworn,
under penalty of cognative
cacaphonic gnosisnot cough
to reembodeize, embody abide
completely centered, self aware.
Then, the fiber that fuses string
theory and determinism hooks
a loop in time's SYTF problem set,
so the set that made young
Earl Russell paradoxically famous,
from now on, one may learn and learn
from now on, until one disintegrates,
dissipates as cloud forms disperse,
to show us how it works, wooly
clouds meeting the reflected wind,
and the winds from the pacific,
pour down one side of my valley
and up the other side, to make those
parrallel feathery shapes one can watch
form on fine days
with nothing needing done,
if the determinists are right, what matters
if I use my time chosing to bend clouds
into vast wings involved in making me think.
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
mere
words uttered
in subtlest of melodies
harmless dove's cooing harmony
with morning in the old orchard,
olives from a hundred years ago
in an imagined descripted re vision,
grown wild into a forest with hallways,
listen.
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 1:26 PM UTC
he calle me a warrior
just because i lived a life
harder than his
others commented
that's the easiest recipe of being a warrior
and here i am thinking
they have not even lived through my struggles
neither they've faced my ordeals
nor felt my pain
how they have a right
to just pass words
that will stab like little needles
on my existence
making me stand as a question'
in front of everyone's eyes
where my answers will be treated as invalid
even before i will say them
that's not a warrior in their eyes
but a girl whose moves is out of their calculations
they just see me as nothing
and want me to believe that too
sadly, i am not easily influenced by someone's words
as i had so many problems to learn from
what was best for me
and i would call myself the queen who is skilled
in turning girls like me into an invlaid format
they can't decode
Jul 3, 2023
Jul 3, 2023 at 11:40 AM UTC
If you gave me true love fame
great fortune, a man to adore
and be greatfull for near or far before,
Pease resend all back to me!
I missed my mark before,😩🗽
multiply blessings 🙏🏻for my loved ones next of kin, the SanGutiers the Auer the Bach's the Welks the Mlozis
All known-unknown & true friends
please God!
Ah and as for my enemies traitor sterile raitano s & a, liz.w&
Greek predator thugs do as you please with'm return all they do to my kids isolating trashing us all,
back to them hundred fold!
I give them all my burning pain.
For Petes sakes get'm all out of our Julys Independence Day path.
In Christ name amen.
Happy New year to all.
~~~~~~
Karijinbba
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
Life
can
fall
apart
in
a
moment.
And we forget how short our life is.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 11:38 PM UTC
Always remember
I lived life
with a certain determination
It was not always easy
It was often painful
I never gave in
Copped out
I preserved
I had my kids
I had my music
I wrote my
poetry
I shared my life
I helped others see
hope
The beaches , I enjoyed
I collected my rhinos 🦏 & my rocks 💎
I always loved hard
you were my reason
for believing in hope
I found love ❤️
and it was good
mmm yes it was magic💖
But it ended
So my witchy self 🧙
moved ahead with grace
It took my 3 times before
that was accomplished
Why not test out those mishaps
Just to make sure
Lol 😂
Oh well
Learned the hard way
Hard headed , Stubborn
Norwegian 🇳🇴
Lol
so ALWAYS remember
I LOVE YOU NOW
FOREVER TO MOON
AND BACK 💞🌙🌍💗💋🤟✌️🎵📝☯️
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/4/2021
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
All the best words have been written
Loved lived lost and forgotten in time
Only to be found by broken hearts
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
all that I knew and all that I lived for is nevermore yet it’s forever-more
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
Someone once told me,
I will never be good enough,
I am the worst,
I ruined them.
And I taught myself the other way round.
When you wish for an end,
Always remember there are people out there faced worst,
And they survived.
When you wish to give up,
Always remember why you started in the first place,
And made up your mind.
When people stepped on you,
Always remember to be strong,
And moved on.
Yes,
You will drown in the midst of darkness,
But you will also live in the midst of light.
Even for a few seconds.
Find and remember that few seconds,
And always remember to live for yourself.
Because,
It's your life you live,
Not theirs.
That's why it's okay if no one understands.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
perfect summary, of pre-times, the ex-diurnal regularly raggedy,
lyric line, of lunar linear days, wave to it hi/bye crooked jaggedly
foretelling, of a first time, when world was self-imprisoned, wondering, a sin of commission, an omission from a shut-up confession
guilty of laxity, no perspicacity, our fortune telling, loved our ignorance,
lazy greediness let sickness rule, everyone pointing no, not me, fooled
heroes dying in saving, rich in New Zealand hiding, while poets
march in punctilious timing, mourning lost freedom to be unafraid
all thinking, now disbelieving, we’ve lived so well so long,
but the fault-lines cracking showing all of us were emperors naked
from now on, we’ll live so long, not so well, suspecting each other,
the masks we will wear forevermore, dual purposed, protect and
hide our ashamed faces, gowned to disguise, finger pointing
not my fault, but the curve of life and death, proclaiming good bye:
***so long so well, so long glass houses, so long, age of so swell, we too, sophisticates, above the fray, impervious innocence, so well we dead
gutless guiltless***
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^ ”*And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right*
We've lived so well so long
*Still, when I think of the road
we're traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong*”
“American Tune” by Paul Simon
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
Afterwards I started feeling
like I am a human
being again.
That's what this place did to me
it brought back my human
in the reflection of the hills,
the lakes, the trees,
but doing nothing to fade the ink.
No one told me that I had been liberated,
I had lost my knowledge.
So I ran free to find my voice last heard
before the years lived with the lasting dead,
the years sat with the lasting hunger,
but I had everything, I had paradise. So I ran -
taking my time to reclaim my body for the hungry,
taking my time to reclaim my voice for the silent.
I stopped living through and started living slowly.
I slept and ate and grew into our new normality,
together again alone.
Running not marching
Breathing not moaning
Swimming not dying
Living not surviving
and my voice lived to tell.
This is where I belong - not alone.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
king of all the children of prride,
a challenge
simulate the mind of christ,
imagine that,
but before that mind there were others,
fully contained
in the godhead,
******
the reference points we are mortal at or on or in or of or
whatever
withknown mitgnostic mag-I-artful-intuition ifity
springing, post clockwork world,
post atomic force augmention focus visuals translated
in virtual 2-d
a word. is. wide or long but never short and long and high or low,
without a very sophia isticated way of folding
re
ality into now, with you finding yourself beyond the Disney-ifiers
set with cubic ziconia tiaras holding mantilla veils
covering the window in the top of you head.
--- great message, I got a lot out o' that.
--- especially the worthship
seamanship **** preventer, look up, y' re
demption station draweth nigh,
we all *** rrecycle by and by,
jest, decide not to lie,
ye get by. And y'kids do, too.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
I trick myself
More often than most
That the time before me will feel better
(somehow)
Than the air which I now breathe most close
It won't
Time is time
Just as a perception is a vision of the mortal mind
Most unknown
Heck, I
Need to learn how to live for the moment of most
It's time
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Fragile as a city streetlight
Quiet as the flickering night
And falling like the pale moonlight
My love will breathe its final breath
With an exaltative hale
And hiss
My words a mist
Will die with me
In a bed that's not my own perhaps
This layered earth my pillow rest
And with a quiet mind
Lay me down to be
For I am no longer here you see
And these words once left
Remark so little of me
To my fathers' house
Go the most perfect and unexplainable sounds
The voice I found is free
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
We were the lucky ones;
The people who lived.
But take it for granted
Was all that we did.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC