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I want to be
Like
Entangled particles,
You and me,
Wherever we are
I'll know how you feel.
Subatomic 'twins' photons created by splitting a single photon in half.
No one can give you
more respect than
the person who see
in the mirror- Amen!
There's more wisdom
in deleting
the items
you don't need
than in augmenting
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                     Each Kiss is a Distraction

While we weren’t watching
They might have declared war on Canada
We’d better check around
 Feb 15 Gerry Sykes
Ari
hearts
 Feb 15 Gerry Sykes
Ari
I like drawing hearts, they represent love.
Each one imperfect, misshapen, unique.
But still made for love.
Just like us.
A little late but Happy Valentine's day!
I got a Valentine so I'm very happy 🥰
I can be loved yall!
 Feb 15 Gerry Sykes
Sophia
Like the last spark from dying embers
Leaving her bed of ashes
Floating up into the dark sky
A droplet of fire
Carried by the currents of wind
Into her next blazing beginning
What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.
Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.
Is there ever
A day without thinking of you?
The sun gaps of light
Aren’t even bright anymore
I used to
stare at them and
visualize your
beautiful, beautiful face
Inspiration gone: CHECK
~
Restless traveler
sit still,
and look pretty
under the apple tree

the interconnection,
your milligram smile,
best in motion,
you run with honey

you pond and stream,
rivers in your mouth,
the deep taste of survival,
so few will remain, after
the pollinator

with dizzy spells in flight,
a promise flits away
from your swear jar,
you and your wings
mean more to me
than milestones
of osmosis

But is it me
you'll really miss?

~
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