FRIENDSHIP:
All in the same ship or
All in the same boat.

Friends do their best
To understand things
Shared by friends.

FRIENDSHIP TO SOME:
The interests of a politician
An agenda manipulating
Your position.

FRIENDSHIP TO ME:                 
It is not a dictatorship
It does not grab the wheel
It always makes you feel
You are in control.

Friendship does not focus
On fates remains
It cloaks your fears and
Shares the blame.

Friendship is not a forfeit
It closes ears and eyes
To those that accuse and
Deny though on a certain
Level it always remembers
Because its failsafe can
Never forget.
 
DEEPER FRIENDSHIP:           
And then there is a
Deeper purer friendship
Based upon unconditional
Love and mutual respect
Which catapults it
Into a whole new
Dimension of caring and
Nurturing
Which
Transcends simply caring
For its own and glorifying
Its bones in a well-kept
Grave of the status quo
But grows into an
Uncanny respect and
Caring for others
Beyond cliquish and
Familial bonds.

FRIENDSHIP'S BASIS:
Often made of the
Imperfect
Of things that may
Seem
To contradict.
It often overlaps
Most relationships.

And though it may
Seem to be a monolith
We must sometimes stand
Alone on plains unknown.

In A babbling Brook words, flow free
Too early to know
too early to see
what will be
Pen to paper a poem is born,  
Loose in content shape and form

TickTock the clock good and not.
Not the best concept I had
The spark, a word, a phrase, a line,
A moment in time,,
A Premise a plot

Quickly scribbling a rough draft down
Words, flow free quickness can be found
Then I find myself still looking around
Second-guessing the words flow meter sound
procrastination drives the poem
into draft mode until I see the light

Truth be told it’s procrastination
My infatuation it’s not complete
Elusive time passes
  revising in days weeks months
Sometimes it sits in exile
Out of the blue once in a while
The poem will come together
I smile

Revisions glow
It perplexes me to know
I struggle with this fight
at the end of the day,
when I read it
In my head, then out loud
I’m saying yes yes yes
it’s  done

Still I sit on it a day
just for fun
I Read it in the new day
of the dawning sun
Procrastination has gone?
Out of excitement or boredom,
I post the poem

It always surprises me when the poem
Is met with celebration
this painstaking collaboration
While other times, I’m sure
I’ve knocked it out of the park
Yet the poem remains in the dark,
not read
Silenced
a voice unsaid

There’s something to say for procrastination
It can be a healthy determination
Other times words, thoughts  
flows so freely
I don’t take the time to pre-read
as much as I should
.3:00am I post a poem.
Never advisable nor good

Honestly, the poem is
really still a draft
Celebrated, with errors
never mentioned
I have to laugh

I wonder do they not see them?
Or are they just being kind?
I would appreciate negativity
In a private message
Not on the World  stage of opinion
You get further with honey
Then with vinegar
I’m not interested in sinister


BlT Webster’s word of the day challenge
July 7, 2025 procrastination
To procrastinate is to be slow or late about doing something that should be done, or about doing or attending to things in general

Gouged out eyes
Cut out tongue
Pierced eardrums.

Feel the drum

Blind, deaf, mute
Feeling like never before
Cauterize the fingers,
Cauterize the toes,
Stench?
Where’s your nose?

Feel the prose?

Floating in Floats.
Tasting all tastes.
Screaming through screams.
Seeking through Seas.
Making senses make sense.

Breeze thaws freeze
Bears climb trees.
Christ on His Knees.

Poems, wine, cheeze
Sheep to the slaughter
Now, no one’s free.

Every knee bowed.

Wake up, no one’s free
Awake? we’re all free
Wake up, no one’s free
Awake, we’re all free
Wake up,

She understood.
She was actually happy.
It finally didn't
Have to be a secret
Anymore
Because she
Understood.
Because she was happy
It could finally
Be said out loud
Be shared and
Be understood.
Too bad it was
Just a dream.

"what's the longest you stayed up?" jack asks.

"oooh, 5 days, a week. who knows?"

they take the shots, touch glasses,
throw down the bourbon.

"I wonder if animals have dreams?" jack says,
I wonder if dogs dream?"

"sure they do, dogs, cats, squirrels, birds," bob is nodding
his head up and down." it's all biochemical.

"not insects."

"why not? fleas, June bugs, moths. it's all biochemical, mix in electrical impulses, you got love and dreams. jack,

tell your dreams to me."