I’m angry at you for leaving me. I’m angry I didn’t have more time with you. You never got to meet my boyfriend and all the raspberry pastries you loved are long expired. I want you to haunt me. I want glass to shatter, to see you in my corner in the middle of the night, to hear your voice whispering to me on a long day. I hope you’re reunited with your love up there. I hope it’s just like how it was in high school, every kiss, every dance, it’s just like when you were kids. Everything I do, I do for you, yet I still don’t know what my purpose is. I want to love the way you loved.

Printemps
Is in the air
All the trees have
Their buds on
Mother nature fool us again
It is snowing again
But this time
The snow didn't stay on the ground
It melted
The next day
A robin appeared
It was the first sign
Printemps
Then the robing went away
It snow again
But didn't stay again on the ground
The next day the robin appeared again
Yes the ground hog didn't see its shadow
It means that we will have early
Printemps
I was looking forward it

Life can be a trial,
but you're never truly bound!
The movements of your mind
can pull you right around.

No one is there to stop you,
your life is yours alone.
Turn to your addiction,
to break your heart of stone.

Vibrations of the universe
will help you come unwound.
Sing a song of hope,
and follow every sound!

The music of the ages,
fills everything around!
I cannot live without the hope
that's in the form of sound.

What happened to us, man?
You no longer turn me on.
Stripped and stood beneath
that elevated watering can;
in and out and off again
before I’m barely wet.
What happened to our special time?
Are we running out of steam?

Sure, that’s what I hear too –
better for the environment.
Save the planet.
But dig this, man,
we inanimate objects,
we have feelings too!
We long for the extremes
of cold and hot, not the same
old dreary drizzle every day.

Doug Ford exposed drumpfy again
truth's sword is a thorn of some pain
the wee terror got mad
'cause his tariffs look bad
it's so sad, like his dad, he's insane

Dear Diary,

Another night, another entry
I'll let my feelings pour into words
Transitioning my love into a few short phrases;

Oh, why won't she love me
Is it that she cannot
Or that she will not

I know she won't let it in
But is that because she's afraid
Or because it isn't really there

I know she feels it too
The rush through my veins
The strength in her bones

We could hold each other
Live for each other
Love each other

I remembered tales of joy and sorrow

As I see the the falling leaves

From my bench of life, dreaming

The stories quiet-spoken,

Of kings and queens,

Of wizards and warriors,

Of lovers and dreamers,

A way to escape,

If only for a while,

boot not so suburb (superb)

Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet beneficial ego boosting luster
one mister re: man can muster.

Hello hello hello
God is risen today
And he is now
Alive for us
Yes God is our savior
He is the one
Who had cured the sick today
With his holy hands
The sick people had been sick
For a long time
Some people he could not cured
Any more because they had a sickness
That was chronical
So my Father
Shut their bodies down
And first they shut their eyes
Than they were gasping for air
They no longer could breath
So they took the last breath
And they finally died

The sun hangs huge, on the sea's far edge it sinks,
And fiery hues the vast blue canvas drinks.

A surge of passion paints the west abroad,
As Mother Nature draws a breath from God.

The light departs, the dark begins to sweep,
"My love, goodbye, I'll keep my word to keep."

"I am the faith that burns forever bright,
Your universe, your everpresent light."

The moon ascends to banish dark's domain,
And silver shines on loving oceans main.