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For a time, you took him in
and loved him back to health ...
For a time, you did what you could
so that test his once broken wing ,
dare once more , he would ...

Sometimes it's the RIGHT thing to do
so he can try
to spread his wings
and once again into the wild he can fly ,
be the best man he can be
though every part of you
is mourning with this goodbye ...

Sometimes, it's the ONLY thing you can do,
even though to your eyes it brings tears ...
Hoping against hope,
amidst all your fears,
he will, some day, find his way back to you too ...
And you're left deeply wishing, eventually, he realizes
that, all this time,
his heart has, in truth,
already found its home in you ...

There comes a time
when we don't get impressed
with the "butterflies in the stomach"
or the "fireworks" any longer ...
There comes that time when we look
for that feeling of deepening connection
growing stronger ...

The "sweeping off your feet" ,
wining and dining ... fail to make you feel complete ...
The good looks or flashy things
have long felt stale and quite obsolete ...

It's more the yearning
to truly connect intellectually, spiritually,
and emotionally ....
So conversations never falter
but flow fluidly like forest spring's water...
So the most trivial in life everyday ,
gives much more gladness
in every imaginable way ...

It's nothing to do anymore with any material thing ...
Instead, it's already about
that often elusive indescribable feeling
that only the right human connection can bring ...

Which in the end gives the affirmation,
that to arrive at true Love's destination ...
Simple is often the best
for that thing called human happiness
when we embark on the precarious quest ...
Where inspite of the hinders & frustration,
that put many of us to the gruelling test ,
With unwavering hope and perseverance,
their faith has come to be finally blessed ...

Dont care much for the story
which we all have heard before...
But ... ohhh the music videos
of the choice romantic scenes ,
leave me wanting for more ...

Just pulls at my heartstrings
till they almost break ...
For a romantic to the core like me,
such as a moth to a flame ,
myself giddy and warm they make ...

For even as it brings tears to my eyes almost ,
I can not steer my gaze away ,
( Well ... to a bearded Ryan Gosling how can I say "Nay" ?)
To soak it all in and gladfully obey,
nor turn off the songs being sung,
The heart just tingling, as if it were once more young ...

Like a bumblebee
I'm drawn to Love's sweetest fragrance ...
akin to nothing resembling
of manmade substance ...

Love's loss can inflict
the deepest pain and most lasting scars ...
But on the other hand,
its granted gift
feels deep inside as beholding the twinkling stars...
The warm glow of each treasured moment
filling your chest of unforgettable happy memoirs ...

The thorny path to love is ne'er smooth,
As blinded so many dare ramble,
With many inflicted scars to sooth,
Entangled in its briars and bramble.

Respect and equality are high on the list,
None seeking control of the other,
Take nothing for granted and always persist
To share hugs, but don't try to smother.

Don't live in your shadows, take time on your own,
Each person entitled to this,
Demands and shortcomings are best left alone,
Avoid falling in bitter abyss.

Be there for your lover like strong back bone,
Make Love ! ... for its Gods special gift,
And when you're apart you won't feel alone,
Contentment your hearts will lift.

It's better to listen than it is to talk,
Have fun ! ...it helps stop the rust,
Share things together if only a walk,
Positivity will strengthen your trust.

And lastly forgiveness in love is huge,
The word that turns misery to bliss,
Bring these keys with you to seek refuge,
And trade them all in for a kiss.

Before our paths crossed ,
our lives unfolded on their individual own ,
as we gathered experiences
both sweet and bitter ...
Eventually we met,
all the wiser but quite wearier ...
The chinks in our armor
a little more worse for wear ,
but not our self-worth nor capacity to love,
of which we are more deeply aware ...

But for me
that is the beauty and strength
of having the right person ...
To travel Life's journey with,
through all the years and every season ...
Then both can together recover, strengthen,
thrive ... and not merely survive ...
To make it easier and perhaps faster to heal,
to strengthen each other's resolve & will ...

So that , in the end,
your time ... my time ...
if only given the chance
and allowed to merge into one ...
With mutual resolve, faith, and perseverance ,
finding strength in indomitable coherence ,
Yours and mine will then become
a more fulfilling happier "our" time
never ever to crumble... never ever to be undone ...

Present mandate encourages demonizing White's
minority criticism violation of human right's
Endless propagandizing to validate victimhood
overplayed nonsense thwarts potential brotherhood

Blacks shamelessly preach unequal treatment
their actions in no way equivalent
Societies heightened anxiety minorities own
falsehoods shouted outta every microphone

Black leaders simply bury their head
silent about shooting each other dead
They obviously love fueling the flame
long ago mastered deflecting blame

Only blacks have endured victimization
their culture alone faces discrimination
Forget Uyghurs only black's matter
BLM newest spewing racist chatter

Stop promulgating such divisive nonsense
try grasping the collateral consequence
Let us ALL live free
if not 'America 1st' flee

Guns the perpetrators not criminal scum
to demented ideology, we'll never succumb
2nd Amendment liberal's thirst to negate
republics Constitution others yearn to eradicate

Reason behind confiscating our arms Nefarious
infantile arguments rarely less than hilarious
Guns shooting themself has certain appeal
pistol gangs annihilating street gang's ideal

Guns mostly irrelevant in unspeakable crimes
one people maliciously perpetuate olden times
Quit demonizing the poor innocent guns
in DC mendacity delivered in tons

Guns can't kill their handlers do
advocate intrepidly about what's actually true
Fear Not indoctrinated fools deemed 'Woke'
on unfounded bullshit they'll inevitably choke

'We The People' shan't relinquish protection
for America and her Patriots preservation






copyright 2/25/22

I first thought about it in eighth grade
This world population was getting too big
Back when Jesus was around it was only 200 million
That was what mother nature intended
They discovered cures for things that kept us in check
Now we are a virus on this wonderful planet
We got too smart for our own good it seems
We'll be 7 billion by the end of 2011
I shouldn't care about this but it hurts
The jobs and the animals are being destroyed by it
The water, the air, the plants and animals are being destroyed by it
So I recycle, I don't litter, I do what I can
but I feel like a samonella bacteria
confused and choking on the crap of all the others
How big will we get?
Will we ever go to Mars?
Will we ever find a solution?
Or will we just recycle another soda bottle?

The leaves on the trees
are starting to change and will soon fall ...
Can feel the chill in the air more and more ...
The hope of spring and warmth of summer
for me , gone forevermore ...

I held on to my heart's dreams ..
still wished to the very end
on Love's grace, it seems ....

But winter is slowly approaching ,
days when snow starts falling ...
And yet, here I am.... all alone ...
my heart grieving
for even Love's pains
have not turned it to stone ...

Like Arwen , a year from losing her love ...
but for me , only in my mind & heart ,
I walk in solitude
through the fallen leaves ... amongst the trees ...
feeling sorrow I can not fully speak of ...
Only comfort is the caress on my face
of a chilly autumn breeze ...
And like her , with cloak around me,
I lay on the forest floor ...
With closed eyes, in my imagination ...
I behold my longed for Love
as in a vision ...
Waiting ... at me smiling ...gently inviting ...
with hand in his, together, to enter Love's door ...
no more desolation ... only joyful anticipation ...

Daffodils


rain trodden daffodils
faces inelegantly
quashed to the wet earth

appear the picture of
abject defeat, but
appearance here belies

a purpose unseen
for they bow in praise
of the lifeblood rain, satiated

within their hollow stalks,
until the god of sun
radiates to bless them, then

lifting elegant faces,
they adorn the wonderous day