Affixed to the Lee–Enfield,
this blade, this trigger point,
stricken by ambush,
enters the melee
along the false edge,
cuts to the core,
like sympathizers of
William of Orange.

There are no daggers
apart from war,
just an ocean of
death and defeat,
its water,
its ever rising water,
swallows us whole.

the city buzzes with chaos,
honks and heat pressing in,
but with you beside me,
i forget the world outside.

red lights flicker across your face,
half in shadow, half in light,
i don’t speak,
too lost in how beautiful you are.

you ask if i’m okay,
but i’m caught in this moment,
drowning in you,
in the stillness between us.

the traffic? barely noticed.
the noise? a faint echo.
in your presence,
the world doesn’t matter.

The porch light clicks off behind me—
no ceremony,
no words wrapped in warmth,
just the hush of a door
never meant to stay open.

A moth dances in the dark.
I watch it,
wishing for wings
that don’t tear
in the cold.

My feet know this ache.
They’ve felt it before—
sidewalks splitting like dry lips,
a sky too wide
for someone so small.

I carry silence
in the crook of my arms,
like a child that won’t
stop crying.

The moon
presses its white face
against the windshield.
It doesn’t ask me to leave.

Every hour is a question
with no safe answer.
Where do I go
when even the night
runs out of room?

I’m tired
of learning the weight of keys
that don’t belong to me—
of knocking
on almosts.

If I disappear,
will the world blink?

Or will it just
keep driving?

I was dreaming in black and white,
making me sad.
When I opened my eyes
I saw movements
without a face, coming my way.
Still dreaming with open eyes.

I was in a garden,
heard breathing in my ears.
Falling terracotta leaves surrounding me.
Young green little ones on bold trees,
announcing the beginning of spring.

A soft tune from afar coming my way, caressing my skin.
I turned blue.
It told me a story, it couldn’t be true.
Children from far in pain.
Realized it was the wind, silver silk, enveloping me.

I closed my eyes once again.
Dancing pastel flowers in the wild, whispering in fragrant tongues, it opened my mind.

I was walking at the beach
hot white sand like a healthy blanket welcoming me.
Sloshing azure water, touching my feet.
Coming and going like a lovers movement against me.
I felt a heartbeat pulsating beneath me.

I looked up above at flying birds,
chirping, calling,
representing their life.
Then, an explosion of colors filled up the sky.
Moving, changing, as day turned into night.

Velvet ceiling in midnight blue suit
with little diamonds,
watching you.
Nightlife on Earth, smiling, crying.
Passion and pain.
Oh if only they knew….
That I know.
Life, nothing more
then breathing colors, merging.
A painting of feelings, nothing more.



Shell✨🐚

May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light
beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might !
May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight
as you walk the path of love, may you be given sight

May your days be courageous lived out to the best
and if you get tired, give your heart some rest
May you be  brave as a soldier in this life of gest
know you're being watched from an Angel's nest

May you be accepted and favored just as you are  
reside in the knowledge that to God you're a star
May you trust in the One who holds the handlebar
if you  drive towards Him, ... you'll surely go far    

Like the Angels of heaven with wings made of light,  
like Angels of the Lord who hold vigor in their flight.

Poetry
Can be
A way to recreate
Reality
Or at least
***** about it
Incessantly

Swans in love enchant
Upon the lake blue mist parts
Nature spirits wake

A heart purrs and pounds
with ecstatic sound.
In synchronicity,
with another heart breaking.
a somber shattering,
slicing soul's ground.
Butterflies flutter
and bats shriek.
Agony's sun to ecstasy's moon.
A perpetual gnaw to taste love's truth.
And drip with its bittersweet juice.