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Regret doesn't take into
Account the organic brain damage
That made my memory short,
It
Don't bear to mind
My process of forgetting.

I found all the stories I had
And the people in them
Aren't necessary to survive right now.

Just,
Lost visions in the inchoate
Mess of a discombobulated life
I lead.

And if you thought I said something
Significant,
I can't quite quote it.

Or paraphrase some deeper
Meaning I found in an obsession
With you.

The most important thing
Now,
Is that the memory of you
Don't cut so deep
Anymore.

Now that I can't place the date
I forgot your face.

I coulda been your everything
If I could just remember who
You are exactly.

Maybe,
You shouldn't have let me forget
Why I don't know you now.
I've walked up these hills 1,000 times
And I've walked down them just the same.
I'll walk up these hills 1,000 more
Because each morning ain't ever the same —

The sun rises, casting shadows.
Light and darkness then frame the scene.
God says each morning will be new,
Not wearing on, I sure won't ever see the same this plain.

There's beauty in the clouds,
There's beauty in the rain.
There's beauty in the morning sun
Rising again and again —

I didn't want to walk up the hill this morn…
But viewing this valley and the vista,
I'm sure as hell glad I did
To gaze upon the beauty,
With no need for a frame.
kisses.
feel them
the tension and aliveness
they’re loaded with psychology and social context

its an intense observation
mouths connect our inner and outer worlds
they cross the exterior-interior divide
they’re simple forms of passion and expression
but they’re drastic and emphatic

I wrestle with wildness
I desire less breathing room, less layering
I riot with instinctive response
I long to obliterate feminine’ restraint
and share inner experience
.
.
A song for this:
Only Love Can Break Your Heart by Saint Etienne
Fly Into Your Arms (a cappella) by X-Cetra
As Above So Below by Fievel Is Glauque
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 09/29/25:
obliterate  = to destroy completely so that nothing is left

*I'm not talking a 'faire la bise' here - I'm talking about a lose your breath and poise, exchange ****** fluid, get a room kind of kiss.
~for no one in particular, just you~

this red thing, surely very surly,
deserves a poem all its owny,
what you see when you saw it,
& the cat's curiosity got thy better,
gotta check it out for it is
obviously excessively
wordy,
but what could it mean?

and the ear bud always intervenes,
(you-know-who-is-always-eavesdropping)
provides a 'reddy' answer:

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If I Ever Fall in Love
Song by Pentatonix ‧ 2015


The very first time
That I saw your brown eyes
Your lips said hello
And I said hi
I knew right then you were the one
But I was caught up
In physical attraction
But to my satisfaction
Baby you were more than just a phase
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
I swear next time she'll be a friend
If I say that I can be your one and only
Promise that you'll never leave me lonely
I just wanna be the one you need
I just wanna be the one who serves you
Sometime I feel as if I don't deserve you
I cherish every moment that we share
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
(My friend)
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
(My friend)
Very next time she'll be my friend
Someone who I can believe in
Very next time she'll be my friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love again (again)
I will be sure that the lady is a friend
And if I ever (ever fall) in love so true (true)
I will be sure that the lady's just like you

**and folks,
that's!
what ❤️'s
are all about
so i says to the bear when he woke,



hello,

i will be quiet today.



why, he replies.



my friend has died.



the bear says, then i shall be quiet too.
Why open my thoughts for the world to see,
if no one dares to acknowledge me.
     Why even bother to scream out loud,
if no one cares enough to stick around?
     Why do I still long to breathe,
If I know that everyone will leave?
     Why do I write stupid poems about my life,
if no one will read them?
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