#serendipity
Serendip in Sri Lanka to feel a quiet me
Three Princes find us floating in the sea
We discover value look askance in a sky
Your Accidents bless us--holy on the fly,
What beauty in mischief runs and plays
Open to the world hide generous belays
Ubiquity in a dream curious & attentive
The Poet notices moments cut w/a sieve
You feel those times that make you hole
Let me find you waiting deep gray soul.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
I love romance—
not the lewd kind they show,
but the quiet electricity we hold.
The kind that lingers in accidental touches,
or hides within subtle stares.
The enticing silence of intertwined hands,
that is the kind I cherish.
The love that dances in the forgotten night,
the one that stays longer than days.
-v.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC
Is peace endless pondering?
Serendipitous thoughts that encapsulate all of time in a moment
Whimsical, fleeting questions
Gazing into the stream and wondering
Looking into darkness and witnessing the lights of every unique reality from the clouds
Or is it the dissociative silence that feels like clarity?
Relief that all is but nothing
Soft and brisk like fall wind
Like a breeze brushing the hair from your cheek
To be still and hear existence
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
She asked me to describe her in one word
I said “Serendipity”
For she was a beautiful accident that happened to cross my existence
She found me in a nightmare and rescued me from countless years of tears
Who knew a love like this could exist, by chance I learned that her smile lit the darkest part of my soul, she wanted nothing at all
but the chance to feel my heart beat
She learned my rhythm and my deepest hymns
We sang a song called love and never missed a note
I found a reason to love and she found a reason to exist, together we became addicted to the beautiful bliss we created in each others presence
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Life’s a path of twists and turns we rarely understand,
A map without a compass, drawn by some unseen hand.
Yet somehow in the chaos, in the moments we don’t plan,
We stumble into magic we could never quite demand.
A stranger's smile, a missed delay, a road we didn’t see—
All ripple into stories marked by sweet serendipity.
The things we thought were lost for good, the dreams we tucked away,
Come dancing back in different clothes on some unexpected day.
A lesson in a heartbreak, a blessing in disguise,
A storm that clears the way to show new beauty in the skies.
It’s messy and it’s marvelous, it’s laughter mixed with pain,
It’s tears that water flowers we never thought would bloom again.
So here’s to fate with playful hands, to timing’s hidden grace,
To finding what we didn’t seek in some surprising place.
We may not always understand the "why" behind the ride,
But life has ways of showing up exactly when it's right.
With open hearts, we ride the waves, through every mystery—
And trust the rhythm of the wind, sweet serendipity.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
It’s not a remarkable rarity,
Not a ruby reflecting the rays
Of the sun, indeed, serendipity
Is like salt in the Monterey Bay.
It’s the dollar you find in your pocket,
It’s the hummingbird visiting home—
The song you would keep in a locket
If you could, for it plays like a poem.
You needn’t be lucky to find it,
It is not a matter of chance.
Open your eyes, be unblinded
And you’ll see it in every glance.
The moon, the stars, the heavens on high
Are not hidden—simply look up to the sky.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
Yesterday time stopped,
elephants didn’t fly
indifference still feels fine
but I didn’t retreat from this moment.
Now more than ever
in my world,
in my existence.
I see, I still have the ability
to act, to live, to feel,
to not complain,
to not explain why I am like this.
When I met you
in reality,
simply shaking hands,
the human gaze
without a double mindset
I recognized that
serendipity would untangle
what remained muddled, and
I allow myself to choose simple trust
not to latibulate
even if it sounds a bit archaic.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
a falling star,
drawn to another,
as if the universe
had always known.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
Two souls, strangers yet familiar, cross paths in a fleeting moment—an unplanned glance in a bustling city. The air hums with a silent melody, an unspoken promise carried in a whispering breeze.
They collide in the rhythm of a passing crowd, their first words exchanged over an old, torn book at a café. She loves stories, he loves the way she tells them. Laughing, they fill the space between them with warmth, letting their hearts confess before their minds catch up.
But love, like an inked page, does not always follow the lines we expect.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
A glance, a spark, a fleeting chance,
Two souls colliding in a passing dance.
Familiar yet unknown, strange yet warm,
A love unnamed, yet taking form.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC
To serendipity I yearn,
Yet my soul holds no clue.
The fires of self-indulgence burn,
Unyielding to another's woo.
But life without ambition feels tedious,
The longing for love grows more obvious.
My monotonous days now find cessation,
As my heart seeks leisure, a new elation.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
meeting you was serendipity
it's practical to move on
live my life
focus on the task at hand
yet my soul yearns for you
and you embody me
like you and I are the same being
a search has come to an end
our souls rejoice
while the bodies sleep in cold beds
I do not understand the loss
of you (or me), dear stranger
So I simply write about
how my soul yearns for you
and how painful it must be
for you to not know the language
of our souls (of love)
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 2:39 AM UTC
I guess I’ll always be looking for you
In every crowd
And I know,
You won’t be there.
But maybe,
someday,
our eyes
will meet again
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:44 PM UTC
Steadfast
Risen to done, inclined
With a times shadow, to last
Among causes sign's...
Deeds of without...
Sated by roles of history
That a common power...
Makes a chance, of life's epistolary
Crave more...
Than an impunity
To introduce a quiet war
Of a candid salvation of humanity...
Rancor and/or hunger?
Places of distrust, if not deception?
Have a song's life, long before done and gone, were...
The truth of sincerity, is means, from its inception
Taken with the might, of serendipity
Come by the ought, of better aspiration
Mere, has become my voice for liberty
Like a stone, of choices seen, I see a host's generation...
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 1:31 AM UTC
Sunshine with a memory
For you, a silent opportunity
In a stranger's smile, the thief of worry
Has a callous sake, a gift to those that seek nativity
A role of simplicity, if not seemly kind
The searching and adoring reach
Of sincerity in churched thought, is a wieldy mind
Of patience for mercy to step forward, and claim each?
Behave yourself, a promise to keep
Has the voice of uncertainty
When if, is to be a heart in the leap
Of such, to verify vanity is much more than a key
Have, and hello...
So fine, adjusted to curious mores
Nary come a well-wishing same, in spare owe
There is always the option, of determining lives worth
Falling asleep, in the sun
A wind of sparer tows, to remember a fate beyond...
Sulking in the needs of another, welfare of whole, come
Has a burden let, been the sake we knew, of a graceful some?
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
#*(true story..)
Ah **** Babe.
(Same message, copy/pasted..
and then sent to a whole different part of me;)
((but you and I both know it is all still part of the whole))
so here goes..
I was built to run on all eight cylinders. 8.
Within this world, more often than not,
I am left with no choice but to run on 3.. or 4..
Not my initial choice, but due to what little
of someone that they (most everyone) present to me
they only bring spark to the measly three or four;
But every.. uh.. few once in a while(s)..
(Get it?)
Who you are, sparks all 8 within me,
and within that depth of interaction (connection)
you yourself (I am sure of it) would expect (hope for)
no less than all 8 from me..
(Let me get this out as subtlety as I can..)
But suddenly, dear friend..
you want to bitch-slap me down into
a small wooden box that has only room
for 2.. or 3..
((along with little ol 'freshly-emasculated("eunicated"?)) , me
Problem is.. what am I to do with those very potent
and powerful last 5.. or 6?
Cause I swear you're the one that could be fully capable
of requiring from me, all 8.
I could swear you're that one.. At least I thought you were.
hint// (I know you are..)
Hmmm. You want me to fall asleep?
I have a bed for that.
3 bore the **** out of me.. be it through politics..
or even the everyday, Mundane. .
or whatever the **********
I have not watched TV or seen a commercial in over 20 years.
Trump was prez for over 3 years before I even saw his wife.
It was at a Subway, and I asked a friend,
*** who in the m-fuck is that?"
Everyone got a good laugh.
Not as hard as me, because I never even heard
that Howdy-doody ************ Obama's voice the whole time
he was president.
Not that I care.. or like.. or don't like..
but it is simple as this--*
**The world is going to turn as it sees fit.
The Beast will achieve its all-consuming end..
which is to dilute into powerlessness,
(void of all rightfully-attainable Glory)
each and every soul-bearing human
that it can possibly get its Rat-claws in to.**
*You have people in your life that add to you
and not take away (steal from you), Life?
You don't need me.
You are all things Beautiful that I say,
but **** your comfy,
palatable little box you want to zip me in to, Love.
You dream of a world filled with all 8,
but carve from it the emptiness of a measly 3.
(I love you, but have a super ****** way of showing it.)
We only live once in this body we have,
and at the end of our time here, the 'husk' falls off.
My whole reason for being down here is to
somehow get out into the light of day
the truth about who we truly are.
People want to focus on the husk?*
***We were built solely to Unfold into the Glory that awaits us..
(The Glory that is already in us, though in most.. still dimly-lit)
Because when the husk falls off.. well Kid..
All there is in Eternity.. is Relationship.
The more Hearth-lit, one's Glory
the greater the capacity for Relationship,
which is all we will have left at the end of all things.***
**Cool part is..
the very Nature of Love Itself.. absolutely Craves it.**
..*Craves it, sweet Angel.
You are tremendously Gifted.. but sadly, we (you and I) are done.
I'm a **** I know.
I would much rather kiss you than ever hurt you.
I will be there for those (she) who needs me
until she stands up and truly beats my ***
for being the person that I am.
She still needs me.
So that is what I will do.
btw.. you are by far, one of the best I've ever seen.
Be glad that the world doesn't rotate around me
.. or we would all be ******
Kisses to you, Sweet one. xoxox
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Aug 18, 2023
Aug 18, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
White sheets and a warm hug;
Sun rays and coffee in a mug;
Your sleepy eyes and bright smile,
It makes the wait worth my while.
Yellow and green,
Fresh and crisp.
Mornings are wrapped in the perfume of eternity,
That assures evenings a scent of serendipity.
As always, my radiant sunshine.
And forevermore, my calm moonshine.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
And then there’s something special
in my solitary journey
Pristine sands aglow like pearls
Us, enjoying the serene, silky sea
This aching reverie, bitter-sweet memories
Our hands rowing our boat
Our dancing rituals under the moon
Chasing the sunset, enjoying the sunrise
How I long for those happier days
How I yearn for our lost serendipity
And so I pray for light and colors
For the radiance that once so bright
A whisper of prayer for our lost serendipity and splendor
And so I send my wishes through the joyous unceasing winds
Requesting the stars to keep track of us
Though our destinies may not again collide
Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 5:17 AM UTC
New night, beams bright, rings right, sweet sight, delight,
Shy stance, give glance, dazed dance, true trance, romance,
Mild mist, iris, then this, craved kiss, blind bliss,
Pure pine, sparks shine, sure sign, make mine, divine,
Palms press, shed stress, weightless, dawn dress, best bless,
Dream deal, forms feel, hearts heal, souls seal, rose real.
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 2:50 PM UTC
You could change the world.
You should.
Repeat this inauspicious comment to someone;
Age isn't part of the equation.
Even the youth may listen, may remember,
I should change the world.
You did. Some place, at a time unknown.
It's not so obvious as the Butterfly Effect;
Appearing subtly, less noticeable than
Pedaling into a velvet N-E Huron breeze
A walker feels on her wet lips
During a burnt Autumn stroll.
I changed,
And rocked the world
Of my loved ones.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
A crowded café, bustling, boisterous, filled with jocular
talk and the ardent gossip of young men and women,
a salesman’s smarmy sincerity, and the deft, placid
intonations of desire over two cappuccinos with skim milk,
and she is there, in the corner, against the brick wall, sipping
unadorned Earl Grey, and then a zoom focus, her presence
enhanced, the room falls away, and the chatter quiets into a
cushioning white noise, background to the film he has constructed,
and with the leads filled, the location set, the supporting cast in place,
now, the script.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
The flowers of Anhedonia grows upon me,
Its roots engulf my whole being.
Serendipity long lost, Only the remains of this wintercearig feeling inside this small yet feeble vessel.
I don't know what to do or what to say; maybe to fill up that satisfaction I crave.
Mind slowly turning insane,
I keep things to myself, and that's all that I can say.
All the florets blossom in the longing shade;
of darkness that might never fade,
Anhedonia.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC