#recreate
i talk to your ghost
i write him letters
wonder who you chose
do they love you better?
i pluck the pretty rose
i imagine us together
every word i wrote
every song i play
every word i spoke
every cry i’ve made
will it ever matter if i can’t recreate?
our moments together go out like flames
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
Recreate... Re-create.
She told me that distraction is an art from vile thoughts, the ones that circle 'round, drag me down into the ***
Recreate... Re-create.
Not distraction from the sort of thing that truly needs attention, but getting back to who I am, a spiritual ascension.
Place those wings upon my back, we all are holy creatures; show me what's inside your soul, the finest of all features.
If your demons drag you down, chain you up, and circle 'round,
Pull yourself up out the cauldron, fight and stand your ground.
'Cause in addition to holy talks is something that has power,
Re-create by recreating, and bloom your long lost inner flower.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Heed and Repent fear Wrath thou shalt Regret
Slow to Vent Pay thy rent
Those bent befriend
Cautioun him who chooses defense
Lend family a helping hand
Live off the land Thou are
Kings and Queens as the Lord
does command
Thus hear my crys
Lessen demands wisely take a stand
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Mine words have no power
They come out and wander
Around the corners of the world
Who'll accept your mighty works
And stay with keeping their words
Just to say you've saved the world
No rich strength protects the poor ones
But to establish their power and stunts
To release the fear to the helpless world
So come out young poor ugly men
Let us show them what we meant
To conquer and recreate a peaceful world
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
“20 ways to repurpose a light bulb”
It tells me I need to start with a good grip around the bulb,
give the solder point a twist and free the brass contact
from the wires leading to the filament. If I make it that far,
I have to break the insulator and pull the filament out
from there. Grabbing the fill tube, I need to empty out the bulb
and wipe it out to get it ready.
I guess I could channel my childhood and turn the bulb
into an aquarium—dropping a little bloodfin tetra in with
a sprig of sea-grass or even make one of three small hanging vases
to put on my wall in the kitchen. If I want to get crafty,
I have directions for a glass sculpture, a holiday ornament,
and seven different size centerpieces.
The real surprises on the list are the light bulb necklace
and the concrete molds for light bulb handles.
Here I am, 4 A.M. on a Saturday morning planted on the couch
peering at the screen through my Jim Bean bottle eyes
and all I see are ways to repurpose this broken bulb
for something new—something it should have never been—
and I wonder why I can’t just grab the oil and a wick and
turn it into what it always wanted to be.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Revolution in a bottle,
realization in rebellion.
Unexplained, a recreation.
Never a conformist,
radical mind,
the best kind.
Stand up, stand out,
stand tall, stand strong.
Show the world,
the right in wrong.
Be the change you want to see,
state of mind,
free.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
up, down
down, up
you turn around your life
your life turns around you
leaving you with riddles
seldom with a clue
*"What is life's purpose?"
"What shall I do now?"
"Should I end it here?"*
struggling with ourselves
misfortune as chance
arising from ourselves
endless possibilities emerge
your path in life still blocked
time to change yourself
*"This pain shall fade, please."
"I'm sorry I did it, I never wanted to hurt you."
"Please, I wish to atone for my sins."*
every moment in life
gives you a possibility to change
repairing yourself, repairing your faults
creating something new
reaching out of the void
the emptiness within you
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
Pain goes through me intensely
as I think
of all the times that I cherish
Suffering for joy
a gamble to be made
In order to shut off from the world
and dream of past better days
Perhaps it is the memories themselves
worn out
from keeping me happy
day after day
driving me to recreate
what cannot be done
once more
Perhaps it is time
to let go
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC