The only creatures through thin and thick
Supportive and present when you feel lost in the wilderness

The last piece of puzzle filling your heart
when you have solved 99 but it remains one to make it complete

Biggest cheerleaders without a pom pom

The only napkin that never finishes and is always there to wipe away tears that painted your face.

A pencil that never gets blunt

Always there to help reshape the dent part of your drawing

An eraser that cleans the excess mistakes in your life.

Nature does not hold meetings
to decide who will be the wind.
The wind just exists tossing roofs
Birds exist as birds without choice
They wake up stitched to the sky,
Their songs unique but speaking.

Butterflies remain fragments of broken rainbows
While bees sing their own songs inside throats of flowers
without asking who else composes lyrics like theirs.
Trees stand like stubborn prophets,
their sermons buried in rings of silence,
their leaves applauding a sun that never signs autographs.

"curtain call"

Fabric goes up, not grandly—
just a panel pulled aside
to show a room arranged for looking.

Painted air, yes,
but the kind you find in old halls
where someone once patched the ceiling
and didn’t bother sanding it smooth.

People step through,
wearing whatever the night required.
Not costumes—just layers
they’ve learned to carry.

They move the way workers do
when the job is familiar
and floorboards know their weight.

Unbeknownst whom to bless
plus sending an email
a bountiful quicker (picker upper),
courtesy bank colleagues I confess
funds (rather claim DCC-991649
filed earlier this month
soon after learning Capital One derelicts
found me under severe duress,
which permeated every
singular cell of mine with an excess
of anxiety, dysthymia,
panic, suicidal ideations,
nevertheless a poetic
attempt made to finesse
a honest to dogness
expression of gratitude
whom thee would never

Rewriting Memory

Maybe the voice of reason I heard in those days
Was my own in the future traveling back in time
And maybe the memory now in the present
Are the restless trolls I once tried to keep in line

But something sounds so much clearer and different
As if the years fine-tuned the profound resonance
Everything now has more definition and meaning
In understanding the facts and hard evidence

The ever-faint hum
Cool air on heated bodies
Eyes stained blue with ink

I brought some of my friend with me today.
We stopped for a bite to eat and sat at a table near a window
with "GRAND OPENING" emblazoned across it.

He's here with me in this vial I placed in front of me.
It's less than I'd like, but enough for now.
We share a few laughs as I think of him.

Or, more seriously, some insights about life in the ashes.
I pay my tab, and on my way out, I put him back in my pocket.