#mutuality
there is nothing but variability in life,
you think routine ~ no surprises:
none~the~more, none~the~less,
you feel the pleasing, the urge to relieve the need,
the needing to compose, share, drop an insight from
an aging brain; then you depart, existence is calling
you, me, return to the scene of the crime,
like a good thief, in case there is some
item left behind, worth the risk of
going back in time, or a thrill of gettin’ caught
expectations low, except for you,
my veteran core, who lift me upon
your shoulders, the those of you,
who-never~fails to-read-my-latest,
a small number who crowd my heart,
pulling the strings that release the
serotonin, dopamine, endorphins,
the best, your/mine own natural
affinity
oxytocin,
*that spikes my love, our bonding,
and swirls the stirring milk of gratitude that
fills me with that little push in the small of my
back, lob(by)ing the lobes of my brain, giving me
just courage enough,
to try one more time,
and I smile/cry for there
is no word new, better than
this these, a simple thanksgiving,
daily provisioned*
*by the gift you give me…
your familiar faces,
your voices,
your keystrokes
that pleasure our mutuality
*these days,
waning in frequency
thinking about the next, should it come
understanding that giving, sharing is the
only drug I will ever need…to sustain,
subsist*
@8:40am
nyc <nml>
Sat Dec 13,
2025
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
when you poem me,
*and the sudden tumble
into a mesmerizing moment,
is a felling of a tree, that
everyone can hear, anywhere,
forest everywhere,
suddenly, I will know you,
no introduction required...
to be with you, and save my
day, my heart stolen, and to my
captor, I hereby surrender,
capitulate completely, quick quiet,
and we are three thrilled together, a triumphant triumvirate,
for each other and a unity of
1 + 1= 3
is a new counting,
a unique
formulation
a formidable forming
a mutual following,*
a fellowship
nml
Weds.
June 18 3025
In the sunroom
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
Popular invitations
Sent from heralds of punch and perfume
Simple news for a lonely intimation
When asking is a favored voice to loom
Generosity, and the stir of deed
Done with sorrow, as a future has been
See the wish of gaiety, of me...
The miracle of need, is but a strength to sing
Sincerity asked, what has a luck seen for the better of others?
And with the delicate truth to share, can we see the baring lot?
So exposed, so triumphant for a quiet hope, come of age to bother
The very routes of dismay, a looking how, that has joy for now?
And the light has fed the cause, of reasons conscience?
Risk and tenacity running so fast, for a truth to dwell...
Upon the seclusion we sake an hour, of something greater than prescience
And the fate of it, a happier draw of attention, to a reach still...
As we thought, a marvel of sincerity and furies with a moment to tell
The world is a sour passion, come of distance as a reward for life
In the details and the wayward way we make spirit to fulfil
When notion is a curious live, for something greater than hatred's sight?
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 8:48 PM UTC
Listening to each other and
understanding each other is a
priceless gift to give each other.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 3:32 AM UTC
I want to write you a poem
That heals up your scars.
I want to send your hopes
Soaring up to the stars.
I want to clear away stones
From the path you take.
I want to be sure you never
Feel your heart ache or break.
I want to put that feeling
That you give me into a jar
So, I can feel it always
If you should travel very far.
I want to write a symphony
Of the music in your voice.
This is not loyalty or kindness.
I simply do not have a choice.
For you are what I prayed for
Before I ever knew you existed.
You are that magnetism
That I never once resisted.
You have always fit me
Like a split friendship locket.
There never was a moment
You didn’t have me in your pocket.
So, I want to do for you
What you have done for me.
I want to put a trillion stars
In your nighttime reality.
I want to let you know for sure
All that you have meant to me.
I want to share with you
Your gift of love and serenity.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
A wise man once said:
“Wrong life cannot
Be lived rightly” [1]
Many become aware of
This fact, but rather than
Taking action, they instead
Resign themselves, to
Hopelessness and despair,
As doubt rears its ugly head,
Asking: “what can one person do?”
All the while, neglecting the fact
That this world overflows with
People who are just like they are,
Each of them “just” one, and
Each alone bearing the same burden,
Indeed, on the back of “just” one,
This burden is crushingly heavy, but
On the backs of many, it becomes
Lighter than a fallen leaf
Adrift in the autumn breeze.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
I weave a tender fabric
of many gentle threads
if needed
you can pull it over you
and feel cozy
I am there for you
in times of bliss
despair
or anger
to lean upon
also to hit
yell at or fight
I want you
wildly at times
rough uncouth
and sometimes
wordless
only by soft touch
I need your smile
your laughter
shiny eyes
your tears
your counter-argument
your wisdom
your advice
my love of you
is always total
a force replenishing itself
from its core
not diminished
or impaired
by dark moments
it has no reason
needs no logic
nor explanation
you are
my love
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Just take a step back, and
It's easy to see, that WE,
In this easily distracted,
Abused, and amused
Land of the free, are
Enslaved by TV, and
WE don't need this
Shameful circus,
Media frenzy,
Attempting to
Fill our spirits up,
With envy, contempt, and greed
Sell us fear, tell us
"Here, have a beer!"
Lull us into submission, but
In addition, if you take another
Step back, and just listen,
It's not too terribly difficult,
For you to see what your missin'
Imagine, that underneath the
Terrorist attacks, and the plastic,
The trends, and the fashion,
The crime, and the police lights flashin,
There lies one basic human element:
PASSION, the passion to build,
With skilled hands, and demand,
To take a stand whether
Boy, girl, woman or man, and
Fight day and night, till
WE become free, and see
A change in this deranged society.
So just,
Take a step back, and it's easy to see:
I am you, you are me, and as one
WE ARE FREE!
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC