Time interred by the slow procession of clocks
Each clack tick of black on white
Facing out, is a beating wing,
Of time attempting to flee

I know that you think like me,
Our minds are full of blackbirds,
Wind gusts, lost bees, blown
Off course by the night tides
Of the cold particle sea.

The thick of night,
The weight of night,
It enfolds darkened arms around,
All who sleep and dream inside
Without a sound, exposed

Loneliness dangled my heart back and forth,
through void spaces under the winter cold,
yearning for your lush cuddles and warmth,
treasured far above the priciest gold.

In fealty my heart rests in a chest,
safe and secured waiting for you my love.
Yes, the one I have chosen as the best,
a rare gem, no one else will my heart crave.

You alone make my ardor flow upstream;
endowed with eerie verve, a queer prowess,
that steers my yearnings with an ecstatic helm
to a fruition realm of breathlessness.

If you can keep your head when all about you people are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts you, but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise,
If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,

I recall seeing a gal
eyeing her boyfriend

he looked at her too
she waved come over
and there and then
right in the open
she jumped upon him
like a cat does on a lady

she clawed at him tightly
and they smooched
all could see

none bother in the west
as must be knowing ye

she pulled him closer
and went behind the trees
what must have happened next
is any body's guess

In life we laugh
In death we cry
We say hello
We say goodbye
We’re born to live
Yet, we live to die
WIZDUMBs by JA 744

Mission Occident
Capital shifting intent
Illegal torment

She called me an idiot again,
which is a step down -
admittedly,
from telling me she wished a bullet would pass through me,
or that I'd be run over
on the side of the road.

Last week
my therapist told me
that I've no idea what a healthy relationship
would even look like.

Leaves are falling
and floating down the stream.
The water is loud today.
I like to follow them with my gaze
just because they are passing away.

The water is loud today.
These days it can be heard
just because no other sounds left.
They flew away with the birds.

I live in the world
of sounds and smells.
If it's not for the birds
something else would make
a great deal of noise,
something else would smirk.

shuttered exits
only exist in nightmares

head-high weeds are sprouts
to a fence of knowledge

the problem with real
is its reliance on reality

the young and the new
are the secrets of entryism

you aren't ill even if you're sick
until you begin to lose confidence