#simpletruths
A bird greets the dawn,
with a melodious tune.
A child smiles softly—
your identity is yours,
and yours alone it will be.
Morning light unfolds,
gentle across waking hearts.
Simple truths remain:
your identity is yours,
and that is all you need be.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
A Deck Chair is a chair, a simple design,
With a purpose so clear, its function defined.
No complicated features or intricate sections,
Just a seat for reclining, without objections.
It comes with no instructions, an intuitive creation,
A symbol of leisure, a mark of relaxation.
In vibrant hues, its presence is alive,
With its name embroidered, a proclamation to strive.
From shores to gardens, to bustling streets,
In various languages, its identity meets.
An international flair, loved by many a hand,
A resting spot sought, amidst the shifting sand.
In diverse environments, it finds its abode,
From mountain retreats to the ocean's abode.
But at times, it can be quite a challenge,
A test of resolve, a moment to manage.
Yet once mastered, its rewards are unveiled,
For it beckons with solace, when stress is assailed.
Under the warm glow of the benevolent sun,
It basks, embracing tranquility as one.
Yet beware of the rain, its foe from above,
For it dampens the fabric, disrupting its love.
A creature of fair weather, it yearns for the light,
But under dark clouds, it can crumble in fright.
As I ponder upon all these traits it shares,
The parallel becomes clear, stirring my cares.
For just like a Deck Chair, I begin to see,
That I, too, have facets reminiscent of thee.
A vessel for comfort, a seeker of ease,
In pursuit of serenity, like a gentle breeze.
With flaws and strengths, like a Deck Chair's plight,
Fragile under pressure, but resilient in light.
Let’s embrace this revelation with pondering stare,
That perhaps, just perhaps, I am a Deck Chair.
In our shared existence, a bond now formed,
For in its simplicity, a truth is adorned.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
Sophistication stems from subtle simplicity
So stop sophisticating simplicity
Silken streams of sense swirl silver shadows deep
Simplifying the sophisticated, in slumbering silence keep
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 7:19 AM UTC
You want to fly,
The wind whistling through your hair;
You want to climb, the tallest peak
And stare down the horror of falling;
You want to hear
The sweet melody of life and love,
Touch with sinful lust
All that you wish--
The pages you ache to fill
Pouring out your heart
In ink, bleeding, as words.
You want to swim.
You want to run.
The water, it calls to your soul;
The fire burns away your fear,
Hesitation crumbling in ash.
But you don't move,
You're stuck.
*Do you remember
Who you were,
Before they told you
Who you should be?*
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC