#quick
waste my days waiting around
squinting at the sun praying for clouds
so deluded and convoluted
disarming and unassuming
caught your gaze in the level one pub
giggles and drinks as the love drug hits
so young and stupid
head sprung and illusioned
cupid made me fall so quick
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
I truly hope that I live long
And get to tell a happy tale.
I fear death not because I’m sane,
But because people would miss me.
Love for me is a siren’s song:
It draws me in just to derail
My life, a barreling freight train,
Like God is trying to diss me.
Tell me, Dear Reader, am I wrong
To sit and cry and write and wail?
Every day in so much pain,
I just want someone to kiss me.
Paris to New York to Hong Kong,
So many ships of love to sail.
But none could love this modern Cain,
This dark, fallen man that is me.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
I swore I meant to get baptized
you ended up with my head under water,
just alittle too long that time
and it should be cold instead of hotter.
I fight against the rough waves
my arms reach out for you instead of splashing.
I prefer that method where I’m being saved
instead of receiving a verbal thrashing.
Rooted in ground, meant to settle down,
hiding under the rubble,
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
While I’m bound to always maybe poke around
believe me I don’t want to cause trouble.
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.
I’ve always wanted a bigger bath tub
she craves to have a yard once more.
Everyday I trade both for a back rub
you ask “is your body even sore?”
I tell her who doesn’t feel some strain
and that her hands have always felt healing,
infact they cure almost every single pain
that I’ve had the misfortune of feeling
Hearing no sound, except the counting down
too far and deep in a puddle
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
A trick I found is to always use a spin pound
straight from the knuckle,
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.
I only want the best chocolate
but I won’t pay for it out of pocket,
I expect a free taste to know if it’s worth my time.
Like picking doors and lockets
and sticking your fingers into sockets
it’s the type of thrill you don’t want to define.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 9:56 AM UTC
Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 8:16 AM UTC
You taught me a love like I had as I became one with the universe.
You taught me like as if I were the sky. Rays between, above as below.
I meet with the stars, as the sun settles and the moon blooms
Oh sweet prairie, let me lay down
In sweet scents and tickles on my face
Sweet love like a release of air
To be your breath
Our breath
The breath in between.
I long
For you.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
Three
chests heave-
in the dark,
Breathing throughout
Each exhale.
The soundscape
adopts
a sleepers tone;
As
the clock's
Tick tock,
Counting each second;
Becomes infinite-
The midnight's
metronome
Insues...
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
Once upon a time, I willed myself to dream
that you'd care if I wore my heart on my sleeve. Ever since, I have.
But not for you.
I do it for me.
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 8:32 PM UTC
the quick brown fox
jumped over the lazy dog
and spun a fancy tale
about the history of clichés
it beat a valiant bush
before burning a broken bridge
and kicking its own bucket
under six feet of foliage
now its dead like that horse it beat--
from counting chicks and party tricks
to counting sheep and hourly bleats
the fox is dead but oh was it quick!
May 13, 2023
May 13, 2023 at 1:37 AM UTC
Brain brain, go away
Don't sabotage another day
I've stumbled much, yet I still try
Please let me live, before I die
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
You can pick up a brick
and throw it through a glass pane,
or you can look for others
and make a home.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
they quietly loomed over you,
arms interlocked so you never moved.
solemn faces, small, narrowed eyes.
you prepared to meet your demise.
but one day, their hands slightly shook.
that quick movement was all it took.
you pushed past those cold, binding arms,
embraced confidence, far from harm.
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely!
She said I am so lonely, lonely, lonely,
I could die.
My mouth was dry,
There ain't sweetness here in paradise
Baby, Baby, baby, baby!
She said baby, baby, baby,
I could die.
My mouth was dry,
But there ain't sweetness here in paradise.
Love, love, love, love!
Love, love, love,
I kissed you hard,
My mouth's was dry,
There ain't sweetness here in paradise.
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
in the hall of harmless whims dancing in living words
Past experience is not an accurate term, as I
define its actu-
ality in my re-ality, I
see things as fine as can be, fine,
which is an idle phrase,
I often used to say,
was
not fine, to the query "how are you?".
It was a lump, tiny thing, bit of thought
coalescing scing scing sing
a bit part
in the grand drama,
like the dwarf
in the 1973
Belridger Orange Orchard Opera,
pick it up, maestro
HOW AM I? high baritone
- softly silly would it be of me
- to offer fine as a mindful reply
I often used to say, my side is winning.
Saying so sincerely, in its etymo-perfect sense,
believing, by my own leave - this
at those instances, the next word I said was leaven
intended to infect and spread, I consistently said
to how am I? "My side
is winning. "
-while deep beneath the surface of the shiny helm,
a mirror-neuronic will-ess nanomek sets ess-ential
key truth provokers to pierce the lies I belived…
In essence we sense
leaks
Bubbles of being novelize in old bottles, set upright,
too quick - cat
ch
Past experience,
knowledge gained sits idle
in past-tense, speaking
from those moments ago,
during the current experience,…
Sitting in the shade watching clouds
as the least noticed child in my life
was noticed by me, he, the middle child of five,
Sits down beside me, and says,
from "out of the blue", I really want to be…
a marine biologist.
He just finished 3rd grade, and the real reason he is
near me now, is to ask when he can return
to X-box, for the Fortnite upgrade,
tic, it begins to emanate,
this
meta-modern
emergence in me
of the idea that experience
is what we carry, as a load,
not sin and shame and blame.
I know something of marine biology.
I watched My Octopus Teacher, twice.
I mention that, to Gabe.
I think in my heart,
Experiences don't get left behind,
they follow us
as strands of us, so fine as
to be disregarded as
memories,
until we feel the experience
of being eight and being listened to.
The fundamental mental basis of time,
to word is "same yesterday, today and so on"
Think, I know what it feels like to be a kid,
but not what it feels like to be a kid and listened to.
So, I had this experience with me,
as my grandson.
I ask him, does he think he can
"Put on the mind of an octopus"?
It is a knack all mortals have, augmented now
with knowing how to feed a wish to know,
we have the internet and our wits
about us, gathered, forming knowables,
extending curios senses
into a common stateless mind realm
of all the gathered knowledge
in mankind's
experience
on earth
being a made-up mind, now
augmented with access
to the most complete
library and
searchable muse-repository, treasure horde
for experiences others offer
to goodness
in the future,
for our use in pursuit of peace, which
we form from days we experience and accept
as treasure offered to the gods of good sense.
Ever,
first imagine, ever,
ever when never was.
Image that, put it on the screen. See.
Ever after never ever can be,
- rabbi, where do you live?
around the next curve,
come and see, we filled never
with ever and left nothing
to be where never was, imagine that.
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Today, I experienced learning how life functions
with no instruction, no post-ovum praxeology,
octopi never spend a post **** moment in school,
save the dearest of them all, experience.
Octo-pi odes to octopuses
just be, a living thing,
as you may be am-using controls
to respond to any event in your experience,
in the hall of harmless whims dancing in living words
quickened, as an octopus
grows five hundred new fingers feeling
-- you, dear reader - certainly, it's about you…
the link is to your attention, we paid in advance.
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you learn to em-perience ex-perience to peers,
seeking some thing, interesting,
nothing learned, life-wise
experienced,
oh my god, a dear school, indeed
but a fool learns in no other. So, I say,
Live to learn, learn to live. Use the bait you find.
Another 21st century bit
of Grandfatherly insight, had I gone any other route
to now,
I can't imagine the riches that are mine,
not won, given
for aiming early,
at a satisfied mind, like my grandpa seemed to have.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
it used to be that royalty
treated everyone like peasants
not much has changed
though it has been re-arranged
he who holds the money holds the power
now listen kid, cause I know you've read the books and gone to school,
but you must learn a new set of tools
you have to be street smart
if you want to survive
the fact is
if you practice
we might just make it out of here alive
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
If I were to fall on the floor and
Shatter like a porcelain plate, would you
Gather all the scattered shards and
Piece me together again?
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
I stand and wait for the 115
Or 15 bus to arrive
It's cold, I blow an icy vapour with every breath
A sea of umbrellas
Hoodies
Raincoats
Dreary faces
Longing for freer times
since fleeting, since forgotten, since lost
Pudless stepped in without hesitation
Or avoided with passive agression
Like their lives
Like ours
The water adresses what we can (could)
not
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
A quick knock on wood
Pondering if I should
Knock again in case
The first one was in haste
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
My lavender sweetheart
the way she looks giving you that pout
soft green eyes brighter than leaves w the summer dills
she leaves ya mind in feels like you’re off cbd pills
Body all lucid , seeing colors in acid melting with the music
come and catch this vibe like tree trunks sweet apple pie
leaving you in peace to sit with these lavender dreams
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC