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*“For the tomorrows are where the promises resides …that determines tomorrow's flavours”* Marshal  Gebbie **a long day in the city, tired in way that only a New York City can happily tax a body, awaken just momentary before midnight, greeted by two disparate realities and peeks of what just past the bend might bring, one man laments with utter love the disappearance of his beloved behind the wall of dementia,^ and another, by email, newly arrived from New Zealand,^^ inflaming a sensing the common nearing, future of our demarcations, and yet, he, we, double down to push yet another blocking boulder off the road, always one more, on the collective property that our humans minds share, with an optimism, that makes me pen, instantly, for I am choice-less; now as before, inhabited by demon devils and good people, crying out to all the winged muses hovering, come aid me, unmuddy these rivers of darkest chocolate interlacing the loveliest of buttermilk vanilla coursing mightily through a re!freshened brain, all the clashing contradictory flavours demanded from me by the powerful quietude of silence that opens a new day, even though dawn may yet be many hours away here I am scribbling, words dripping, page staining, after a long period of my soul’s inability to pierce the Jerusalem city walls of no inspiration, and the contra~indicators of sanity and its opposite number, of glowlights of positivity so deep rooted, that even a lighting strike cannot knock Oak down, though deep may be the scars residual, in a dark home, where the evidence of life is in a handful of lit windows across the avenue, of the adjacent sleep noises, all signals that though spent, we are not yet rent, that life’s pleasuring are well and holy embraced with smiles demure, recalling tales of past that are sugaring our souls, and the saddening reminders fresh, that all this, too, shall pass, our own markers, unique, all becoming, will be coming with us of course, there is no resolution formidable to these warring states of mind, and nowadays days, repetitive searches for the perfect word we once knew too well, oft come back as N.C.A. an acronym of tired sparks saying, that word, beloved to you is, “not currently available” as if it has been perma!checked out of the library, unable to be returned… the clock has moved us unwillingly to what was the morrow, to well into the here and now, and the swirling swishing eddies smashing into each other yet palpitating vigorously our soul’s surfing, muscular chested musings, and our pangs of hunger for perfect certainty of what will become of me are quietly stored back on the shelves, of the closeted acceptable uncertainty, my eyes revert to back to Marshal’s words, and I make this promise to anyone within eyeshot, across this global sphere, that whatever are the colours of my continuous searches for that perfect mot, will end only at a time and place of, with words of,*** mine own choosing 12:57am Sun Nov 23 2025                                                                                                          <nml>
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
“For the tomorrows are where the promises reside, that determine tomorrow's flavours”
*“For the tomorrows are where the promises resides …that determines tomorrow's flavours”* Marshal  Gebbie **a long day in the city, tired in way that only a New York City can happily tax a body, awaken just momentary before midnight, greeted by two disparate realities and peeks of what just past the bend might bring, one man laments with utter love the disappearance of his beloved behind the wall of dementia,^ and another, by email, newly arrived from New Zealand,^^ inflaming a sensing the common nearing, future of our demarcations, and yet, he, we, double down to push yet another blocking boulder off the road, always one more, on the collective property that our humans minds share, with an optimism, that makes me pen, instantly, for I am choice-less; now as before, inhabited by demon devils and good people, crying out to all the winged muses hovering, come aid me, unmuddy these rivers of darkest chocolate interlacing the loveliest of buttermilk vanilla coursing mightily through a re!freshened brain, all the clashing contradictory flavours demanded from me by the powerful quietude of silence that opens a new day, even though dawn may yet be many hours away here I am scribbling, words dripping, page staining, after a long period of my soul’s inability to pierce the Jerusalem city walls of no inspiration, and the contra~indicators of sanity and its opposite number, of glowlights of positivity so deep rooted, that even a lighting strike cannot knock Oak down, though deep may be the scars residual, in a dark home, where the evidence of life is in a handful of lit windows across the avenue, of the adjacent sleep noises, all signals that though spent, we are not yet rent, that life’s pleasuring are well and holy embraced with smiles demure, recalling tales of past that are sugaring our souls, and the saddening reminders fresh, that all this, too, shall pass, our own markers, unique, all becoming, will be coming with us of course, there is no resolution formidable to these warring states of mind, and nowadays days, repetitive searches for the perfect word we once knew too well, oft come back as N.C.A. an acronym of tired sparks saying, that word, beloved to you is, “not currently available” as if it has been perma!checked out of the library, unable to be returned… the clock has moved us unwillingly to what was the morrow, to well into the here and now, and the swirling swishing eddies smashing into each other yet palpitating vigorously our soul’s surfing, muscular chested musings, and our pangs of hunger for perfect certainty of what will become of me are quietly stored back on the shelves, of the closeted acceptable uncertainty, my eyes revert to back to Marshal’s words, and I make this promise to anyone within eyeshot, across this global sphere, that whatever are the colours of my continuous searches for that perfect mot, will end only at a time and place of, with words of,*** mine own choosing 12:57am Sun Nov 23 2025                                                                                                          <nml>
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Do I still take your breath away or has that power expired? Leave me to my own devices because I’m growing tired And for a little while you lead me to believe you’re done Until the moment I start losing interest in which direction your feet run And I say I no longer care but we both know it isn’t true Honestly I do not give a **** About anything except you The only thing ricocheting against my set of bones Is your name bouncing like drumsticks on xylophones For once I get to perform our song Music to my lonely ears Skeleton an instrument producing every note brain hears Have my mutilated perception record melody When finished play it over so I can sing off-key And leave on your doorstep to remind you of what we had When I am done realize I still feel just as sad And screams bottled up press on the walls of my insides Threatening to expose the place heartache hides Slide shapeless secrets even deeper down the slope Drowning damaged moments in a mess of distraction and dope One Two Three I count numbers to ground racing thoughts Break the anxious flow in a failed attempt to untangle mental knots I will go to extreme lengths to relieve madness in my mind Waiting for comfort desperately needed but can never seem to find And my own flesh torments with mocking memories Using tattooed ink for leverage to ridicule and tease A traitor amongst body parts equally writhing in despair Breath inhaling solitude coursing through the stagnant air Lifeless eyes exhausted from overwhelming cruelty they view You put up careful facades but ******** is easy to see through X-rays of faithful adoration reveal commitment a disguise Well-rehearsed remorse when stripped is nothing more than lies And crumpled promises fill the trash can with empty words you said Same old disappointment cuts Blood staining hands bright red Stomach full of excuses violently crammed down my throat Those plus dead butterflies swell causing my tummy to bloat My heart now lies in throbbing pieces scattered across bottom of my soul In the exact spot you used to reside within my chest is now an unfathomable hole
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
Broken-Hearted As ****
Do I still take your breath away or has that power expired? Leave me to my own devices because I’m growing tired And for a little while you lead me to believe you’re done Until the moment I start losing interest in which direction your feet run And I say I no longer care but we both know it isn’t true Honestly I do not give a **** About anything except you The only thing ricocheting against my set of bones Is your name bouncing like drumsticks on xylophones For once I get to perform our song Music to my lonely ears Skeleton an instrument producing every note brain hears Have my mutilated perception record melody When finished play it over so I can sing off-key And leave on your doorstep to remind you of what we had When I am done realize I still feel just as sad And screams bottled up press on the walls of my insides Threatening to expose the place heartache hides Slide shapeless secrets even deeper down the slope Drowning damaged moments in a mess of distraction and dope One Two Three I count numbers to ground racing thoughts Break the anxious flow in a failed attempt to untangle mental knots I will go to extreme lengths to relieve madness in my mind Waiting for comfort desperately needed but can never seem to find And my own flesh torments with mocking memories Using tattooed ink for leverage to ridicule and tease A traitor amongst body parts equally writhing in despair Breath inhaling solitude coursing through the stagnant air Lifeless eyes exhausted from overwhelming cruelty they view You put up careful facades but ******** is easy to see through X-rays of faithful adoration reveal commitment a disguise Well-rehearsed remorse when stripped is nothing more than lies And crumpled promises fill the trash can with empty words you said Same old disappointment cuts Blood staining hands bright red Stomach full of excuses violently crammed down my throat Those plus dead butterflies swell causing my tummy to bloat My heart now lies in throbbing pieces scattered across bottom of my soul In the exact spot you used to reside within my chest is now an unfathomable hole
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please don't doubt how much love for you resides in this heart of mine, and, please take good care of the heart that lies in the palms of your hands.
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
notes.
Another Dawn has come again, I am so thankful for my friends; Each one of them stands by my side, within my heart, they all reside. ~ They fill me with a sense of pride, I feel so lucky I'm alive; They always have the time to help, they've put me on a pedestal. ~ When I laugh or cry my tears, they've always there, through the years; I have their backs, they have mine too, there's nothing that I wouldn't do. ~ I try to improve their life's so much. from each of them, my life's been touched; All I can say is, "Thank you all," for making me feel ten feet tall.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
~TO ALL MY FRIENDS~
I want to unchain this torturous strings Strangling every hope I insist to have In the life I thought I owned for a lifetime But I was wrong, this life was never been mine It is to the monsters whispering inside my mind Chaining every part of me Tainting my soul to black Yet, even if they reside inside of me I don't own them, they own me; Every night they sing to me lullabies of hatred Never letting me see the light the world offers Those monsters will never stop taunting me Until I learn to find a way to end this life.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
Monster
you worth more than you think you are more beautiful than you know you are stronger than you believe and you are loved oh so loved when will you realize the love living within my heart resides survives exists only for you
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
you are loved
*Forget not That at the lowest part of the humble path Resides the divot Which concurs and divides Not passing feet But yearns to keep the honest truth Which is bestowed upon the earth By means of rain Teeming with life and oxygen How it tries to keep itself within Both without fail, and with inevitability Because the water will certainly soak or sway But the divot itself will forever stay Embedded in the earthly clay Beneath our walking feet So forget not to tread lightly, ever so On this, the placid soil underneath*
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Where Puddles Reside
Jo mere dil mein tu basi hai, (If inside my heart you reside,) Toh zindagi ki har khushi hai, (Then I have all happiness in life,) Na jaana – Na jaana jaanam mujhe chhod ke, (Don’t leave me alone,) Na jaana – Na jaana mera dil tod ke… (Don’t ever break my heart…) Tum se hi mera hausla hai, (My morale is from you,) Tum se hi har faisla hai, (From you each of my decisions,) Tere bagaer zindagi, begaani… (Without you my life is, stranger…) Tere bagaer zindagi, veerani… (Without you my life is, emptier…) Tum se hi jaana pyaar kya hai, (I have known love after knowing you,) Tum se hi nayi zindagi hai, (Knowing you only I have a new life,) Tere bagaer zindagi, begaani… (Without you my life is, stranger…) Tere bagaer zindagi, veerani… (Without you my life is, emptier…) Jo mere dil mein, tu basi hai, (If inside my heart you reside,) Toh zindagi ki har khushi hai, (Then I have all happiness in life,) Jo tu nahin toh, kya zindagi hai, (If you aren’t here, what my life is,) Jo tu nahin toh, kya zindagi hai... (If you aren’t here, what my life is...)
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
Jo Mere Dil Mein
Imprisoned by boundaries of time lost moments slip away into an eternal abyss wandering outside the mind alone unable to wonder where only infinity and truth reside unrecognisable amidst the elemental molecules of matter.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
Immortality
*If inside my heart you reside, Then I have all happiness in life, Don’t ever ever leave me alone, Do never never break my heart… My morale is from you, From you is each of my decisions, Without you my life is, stranger… Without you my life is, emptier… I have known love after knowing you, Knowing you only I have a new life, Without you my life is, stranger… Without you my life is, emptier… If inside my heart you reside, Then I have all happiness in life, If you aren’t here, what my life is, If you aren’t here, what my life is…*
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
If Inside My Heart
Where the black sky meets the water, Where the current's even stronger, Where your tattered heart resides, Where your broken dreams lay, That's where I hope to die.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Where