#togetherness
Tell me you'll be there when I arrive.
Tell me we'll be the first to walk on the rich soil, to create a new texture to the ground.
Tell me we'll plant a garden and raise its fruitage to be brave and adaptive.
Tell me we'll create a new language from separate blood and mutual love.
Tell me we will become our own light once we've run out of sun.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 8:16 PM UTC
Faced with a choice,
free will stirs in us,
a quiet compass waking
the moment we arrive.
And though the path may shift,
branching like riverwater,
we walk it all the same,
shaped by every step we dare to take.
Winding through time and space,
we cross the unseen lines
of countless other journeys,
touching lives for a breath
before drifting on again.
We share a moment,
a glance, a warmth, a passing echo,
yet the road beneath our feet
remains ours alone to follow.
And still we move forward,
carrying the soft fingerprints
of every soul we’ve brushed against,
their shadows stitched into our steps
like constellations we no longer name.
No matter where our journeys
bend, scatter, or lead,
one truth remains—
somehow, we arrive together
at the place meant for us.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
The life we live is so fleeting,
And It’s precious beyond belief,
In everything we are connected,
From up above or down to the beneath.
Everything is for reason,
Everything has its purpose,
Everything is joined to everything,
And
Everything is all that it can be.
The cosmic mystical dust from which our souls are formed,
To the chemical electric storms that courses through us all,
Life is a gift of energy, love and connection,
Intertwined together in this magical galactic waterfall.
And together we must all stand or together we all fall.
Life is a beautiful paradox but this I know,
Life puts the worth into the jewel of jewels.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:05 PM UTC
In my dreams, I see you
taking my hands.
The light in you leads me.
Your eyes pull me
to your world
it's just you and me
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
विश्वासाने बनते नाते,
नाते असते माणुसकीचे,
नाते असते प्रेमाचे तर,
नाते असते आपुलकीचे.
नात्यामध्ये नसते खोट,
नात्यामध्ये असतो विश्वास,
एकमेकांचे हात धरुनी
करूया आयुष्याचा प्रवास.
मदत करूया एकमेकांची,
सांभाळून घेऊ आपण चुका,
अडचणींच्या सागरातून होईल
पार संसाराची नौका.
अडचणींवर मात करुनी
घेऊया सुटकेचा निश्वास,
प्रेमाच्या सरी कोसळतील जर
तुझा असेल माझ्यावर विश्वास.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
Not opposite poles but similarities draw people close.
As there is so much scope to share, vibe and to do things together.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
A family is not only all about:
Vacations . affectionate gestures . luxuries . reputation
But in simple terms, it is all about:
Some quality time . Eating meals together . Sharing each others concerns .
A home of emotions, unity and togetherness.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
Are we wonderful,
are we building great houses --
of love together?
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
I watch her apply creams and lotions to her face through the steamed glass of the shower door before lathering, rinsing off and stepping out.
she greets me at the bathmat with a towel,
then towels me off and flashes me the most
beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I smile back,
feeling more understood and less misconstrued as she pats and wipes the beads of water away.
it’s moments like these that can make a man
crumble into submission, capturing the quick
glimpses of the joy and the gentle peace from
another beautiful soul when there’s so much
terror, fame & corruption reigning down in
this misbegotten world.
we stand there facing one another
we don’t have to be anybody
we don’t have to be anyplace
we don’t have to worry about anything
we can just simply enjoy each other’s company
looking deep into the eyes
she caresses my beard
she understands me
she takes care of me
& it’s nice to be taken of
especially after a lifetime
of taking care of yourself
I stand there feeling the good times pass
as she dries my ***** with this
lucratively warm towel.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
~
*I like the number 2,
so much in fact
I like it twice,
as in 22.
Now 2+2 equals 4,
but some say 2+2 equals 5,
It's quite the moral conundrum.
Still 5 is a cardinal, a prime,
why the Pythagoreans
thought of 5
as the marriage
between heaven and earth.
I empathize with 5 though,
for that's a lot of pressure
to put on a single solitary digit.
But I think I like him too,
he's a friend of 10,
which reminds me of
fingers, toes and Bo Derek.
But let's get back to 2,
which supposedly is company,
and 3, you see, is a crowd,
yet odd first and foremost
--Mersenne knew best, I guess.
Which brings me to 1,
small, but positive,
coveted, but united,
a face of multiple identities.
And should any other number
devise against it,
they would have no
success at all
--none, zero.
To be honest,
I think 1 likes 2,
and vice versa,
they're a complimentary couple
--both highly dutiful
and attracted to each other.
After all, it's said, "Someone may overpower
one alone, but two together can take a stand against him."*
~
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
~
*Where there used to be trees,
but is now a causeway
under the Lord's nose,
reside a constant tourist and his wife
who have all they ever wanted,
light and lure.
They swim in a pool
on the dangling homestar,
overlooking metal decay,
she pinches his cheek,
he smacks her bottom,
summer in Gotham
is now upon them,
gifting different things:
he sees mystery lights endeavor,
she sees herself a dragonfly
on the lure.
Monday thru Friday
they like to ride
the elevator of their love,
up and down it goes along a focal point,
out of him and into her,
when the door closes
they come together,
when the door opens
it lets in the tide of loneliness
and they begin to push buttons.
They dislike home
and its constant secrets,
what she wears is for him,
but less is more,
he invades her often,
but she's become a empty field,
theirs is Neptune's bedroom,
if they don't find
a reason to make love,
they will stay up all night
until irritable frozen creatures.
Invictus interruptus,
with the luck of the draw
they play dangerous days:
a game of blindfolds
and snowmobiles,
a game of hammers
and nails.
The plane of their lust
hunts the morning light
on gloomy Sunday,
the rain wets their hair,
the sidewalk creates a song:
electric skylark,
they dance out of focus,
he grasps her hips,
she makes a beautiful sound,
caught by magic,
trapped by photographic memory
and numbered doors.
Light and lure.
All anomalies.
Sublimation will not return
until the day of the focal point,
in the city where they have
all they ever wanted,
yet here they have nothing
more than microcosm,
the rest is distraction.
Maybe they should
remain a constant.
Maybe he should
just hold her.
Maybe she should
just let herself be held.*
~
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
South coast days on end
The ante meridiem
Married to summer
People in constant motion
To the merry-go-round we go
To the merry-go-round we go
In the center
Like the mobile over my bed
Where the heart beats
Where our eyes see in teleidoscope
Inside the lines are brighter
And wider and envelop
The journey in itself
Is the gift
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
Marriage is a journey,
From raindrops to the ocean.
Where joy takes root,
Through the path of happiness.
Spreading like ripples,
Overcoming tides to strengthen the bond.
A bond from now to forever,
Where two souls become one.
Flowing with life’s tenderness,
Through hardships into the calm,
Sailing together, side by side,
On love’s endless, gentle tide.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble
String lights illuminate hungry faces
To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast
That is true resilience.
Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share
No matter the evil, the deathly threats,
They stand together united, all as one,
Their connection un-severed.
Material things, they have none.
To have such joy in dark times
Is to resist the occupation, to be freed
Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent
Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.
Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.
Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
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Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
_No distance,
no time,
only this moment,
you and I,
as if the god above,
has listened to my heart's love._
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
Love was made on a level that only the stars above could discern.
My lips ensnaring yours, softly, but, aggressively
as the sweetness of lustful saliva lubricates
embracing you with my arms
I wish to fuse you and I together forever!
The natural expression of divine love that defines
the steamy procession that pursues the rawest display of our reciprocating affections
that moment of rewarding bliss as I enter you.
You, receiving me eagerly with your legs clutching me firmly.
One, we have become under the creator of all.
Early morning sunshine peeks through the window just to greet you,
but, only I can feel you close to me.
The angels have succumb to their envy of me
the celestials I must now fight
oh how they wish to be near you
I cannot lose you.
I love you.
There were those moments that I scoured space and time in search of you.
Breaking the mad tyrant’s gauntlet to confiscate the stones and crawling back to you on my shattered knees to rest at your feet,0
I will give everything that is good to you!
Yes, you!
Only you!
The sun incinerated my hands when I repositioned them to extend our particular solstice.
My reward was a prolonged winter
perpetual so that I could always cuddle with you.
You are God’s beautiful prose
the Creator’s presence is only visible through the essence of you.
You.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
We all have
Out unique shape,
Smooth bits and sharp bits
Occasionally
A
Flake
A
Tiny piece of the picture,
With a vague idea
Of what it is,
We look for others
Who are a
Good
Fit
Sometimes we think
"I've found them"
Only to find,
There's a gap
In the
Join
But if you're determined,
The right fit
Is around,
The picture more focused,
Love will be
Sound
Others will notice
And ask,
"How and why?"
Invite them in
Could be a piece
Of
Sky
The picture keeps growing,
With frustrations and knowing,
Don't focus on the
Wrong fits,
Hopefully they will find
The right one
Take the long view,
Collectively you've made,
A picture worth
Admiring,
The light
And
The
Shade
A
Dream,
To keep in mind,
One day we'll all find our way,
A discovered piece of scripture,
And see the
Bigger
Picture
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement.
My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning.
Lisa winced, holding her hand up, as if to block the sun, “You never smile in the morning.” “And she’s humming,” Sunny observed.
“I’m not,” I started, then after a pause I amended, “yeah, I guess I was.”
I’m not just happy, I’m some new kind of happy. It’s been too long.
I’m swinging a school’s-out, pre-Christmas, free iced-latte vibe.
I’ve been on the busiest stretch, clearing my schedule. I have to define my thesis this semester. Argh!
But I’m ready for some bf fun. I’ve changed my sheets, hidden the general mess and God, even vacuumed.
That’s very un-university-like behavior - believe me.
As down as I was last Friday night, from tanking that quiz, that’s how up I am now.
Speaking of that quiz, the only way to deal with a fret is to exorcize it, defeat it, vanquish it. I stalked the TA after class last Tuesday, finally cornering him, like a wounded animal at his desk.
“I tanked last week’s quiz,” I admitted, which sounded way more whiny out loud than it did in my head.
“Vionet, right?” He’d asked rhetorically, already clicking his keyboard to bring up the grade sheet.
“Are there any extra cred..” I began. “You got an 88,” he interrupted me. “Yeah, but,” I’d begun again
“That’s a B,” he’d deadpanned in a low, ‘why do I have to talk to idiots,’ voice.
“Yeah, but,” I’d began freshly, only to be re-interrupted.
“A weekly quiz,” he’d said, “like a hundredth of your grade.”
“A B,” I began, shaking my head side to side in a ‘no’ way, but I’d smiled ingratiatingly too - I was going to win this guy over.
“You’re way too tightly wound,” he’d snarked, insensitively.
I opened my mouth to speak again when he said “OUT,” twisting his head to nod towards the door.
“You don’t,” I began, only to have him give me a teen-like, wide-eyed look as he nodded again at the door.
So, I flounced out, giving a silent voice to my indignation.
Bureaucracies.
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*Songs for this:
Take Off Ur Pants by Indigo De Souza
Kool Thing by Sonic Youth*
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Our cast
Peter, (My bf), is a bearded, 27-year-old from the sage hills of Malibu, California. He’s 6’1, too thin, his jet-black hair is perpetually uncombed and his skin is pale from over exposure to fluorescent lighting. He earned his PhD in Applied Physics last year and now he works for CERN in Geneva. He’s smart, quiet, awkward and he can be too serious. I’m unreasonably cRaZy about this guy.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and Manhattanite ‘glamor girl’ (who’d bristle at that description but it’s hundo-p true.) who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Leong, (roommate) 21, a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major,’ is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and she’s a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). Growing up, I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) we both speak Cantonese (maybe why we were paired?) and we're able to talk a lot of secret trash together.
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Your author, a simple country girl from Athens, Georgia is also a (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
a grain of sand holds the water
and the wave nudges the sand
the birds pollinate the flowers
and the tree bears their tiny nests
the aphids feed the hungry ants
and the ants protect them in turn
i guess you can get from this
that everyone serves a purpose
the mutualism in nature
doesn’t stop there
somebody will need you
from your heart to your hair
just because you don’t see
the aphids or the trees
doesn’t mean they don’t exist
the creatures will still be
someone loves you and needs you
and sees you as their sea
family members or friends
or somebody like me 🩷
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
~
*She is not our shrine,
she prays differently
with eyes holy open,
fingers on votive offerings,
preferring her solitude
in the Tea Garden, drinking light
Tomorrow on the tarmac
one flowered suitcase,
stamped for the city of neon people,
will travel to her song,
the pilgrimage of anemic lovers
Her hoisting from water,
(ampullae in hand),
and the unique boutique
growing out of
an alabaster chamber
bring monks out of hiding
The center line of her,
where the flower blooms forth
and learns by observation,
is still an unvisited temple
Until in season of calligraphy,
when she releases the Kogai
from her hair and sits with friendly toes
outstretched in the warm intimacy of
shared water*
~
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
#
She is hiding behind her projected frumpiness..
but when my young lovely takes off her glasses;
Ah, ****
Those eyes are the reason men were given theirs.
Group facilitator is Christ incarnate..
I am sure of it.
"How well do you want to get, Paul"
I look over at her--
curled up on a chair pad..
hiding, wondering
Looking down.. and then looking up at me
wondering if I'm gonna answer him;
"Paul? Are you there?"
I stare at her-- all alone,
biting the back of her fingers
fighting tears few in this world
would understand
There is roll-playing in the group
using both action and Word
**to climb all over me
and uncover me from where I hide.**
He (my Jesus with an MA)
is staring at me, inviting
I look back over at her
"I'm not leaving it, Dave"
"Leaving what. Paul?"
***"My brokenness..
its shattering of my soul"***
He is staring at me, but begins to smile.
I look over at her, and just know
I will be with her forever
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Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
I like to run with
the hare and hunt with the hounds --
Is that my freedom?
Sep 15, 2023
Sep 15, 2023 at 4:15 AM UTC
night is falling with high speed on my shoulders
it has a strange elasticity
I ask your skin to give me some memories,
a superconductivity for sonic pulses & tactile waves,
quantic waves are collapsing into a strange synchronicity
the air might survive untrapped but not in my cells
a torid torrent makes your moves catch gravity
I can't be prosaic cause desire might ****
all the singing birds of the blue nights
that were rarely seen losing their tension
between silence and pain this emotional upheaval
that pushes the skin to the frontiers of asphyxiation
we are in Plato's cave right now burning down
the shadows with the magnitude of
you and I inside we are or just this
reciprocal dislocation
there is no I, no you, nothing less than
an infinite field of mutual recognition
a blazing simplicity unspoken
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 4:49 PM UTC