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Tank running empty
Indifference feels like ice
Not much left to give
Sometimes I wonder if they see
The real me
Cause if I die
Would they wear the suit and tie
Or look the other way
Opposite direction of the castaway
her
she was tranquility in the morning’s early,
  moonbeams dripping red lights
and her eyes shifting softly,
she’s my favorite time of day when she smiles and moans
whispers and sees
she’s my favorite time of day
wrapped in moonbeams
dripping red lights
in my solitude and hers
my peace
   in her...
Know when to leave the table. That’s the first rule they never teach you. Sometimes, the people around you don’t deserve your time, your voice, your presence. You linger too long, hoping for gratitude that will never come. And in the process, you lose pieces of yourself.

When respect is no longer served, when loyalty is shallow, when intentions are crooked, you owe it to yourself to walk away. You do not negotiate with indifference. You do not barter with someone who cannot see your value.

Remember the night of the Last Supper. Jesus sat at the table, breaking bread with His disciples. He knew one would betray Him. Judas was there, smiling, nodding, pretending. Yet Jesus did not chase him. He did not plead. He merely acknowledged the truth. “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me” (Matthew 26:21). That awareness did not weaken Him—it prepared Him.

Sometimes you must prepare yourself the same way. Recognize the betrayal before it fully lands. Know the people around you who will stab in silence, who will take advantage of your generosity, your kindness, your patience.

You do not need to fight for crumbs while others feast. You do not need to shrink yourself, dim your light, or silence your voice so others can feel comfortable. Your dignity is not negotiable. Your value is not up for debate.

Some will act as if your patience is weakness. They will test you, **** you, see how far they can push before you snap. But you are not a toy. You are not a placeholder. You are not an option.

Sometimes the bravest act is silence. Sometimes the strongest act is leaving without looking back. Let them wonder why you’re gone. Let them feel the absence they never valued. Let them sit with the emptiness they created.

Jesus knew betrayal would happen, but He didn’t stop living. He didn’t let Judas’s intentions define Him. And neither should you. Let the ones who betray you reveal themselves fully, so you know exactly what you’re walking away from.

Walking away is not cowardice. Walking away is clarity. Walking away is strength disguised as silence. It is the quiet assertion of your worth, a refusal to settle for less than you deserve.

Some people will accuse you of abandoning them. Some will claim you’re too proud or too sensitive. They will try to guilt you back into the chaos. But the truth is simple: you have merely chosen survival over drama, self-respect over manipulation.

Do not linger for explanations that will never come. Do not wait for apologies that will never be offered. Respect is not granted by words—it is earned, and when it is absent, it is no longer yours to negotiate.

Sit at tables that recognize your value. Sit where your voice matters. Sit with people who understand that your presence is not a given, but a gift. And if those tables do not exist yet, stand anyway. Walk anyway. You will find them eventually.

Some betrayals hurt deeply because you believed in someone who didn’t deserve belief. That pain is proof that you are human, that you care, that you love. But it is also proof that you are wise enough to recognize when the table is poisoned.

Do not be afraid to leave quietly. Do not feel guilty for stepping away. Sometimes, walking out is the only way to preserve your integrity, your sanity, your heart.

When you step away, walk tall. Walk unshaken. Let the absence of your presence speak louder than anything you could ever say. People notice when respect is gone, even if they never admit it.

You cannot force loyalty. You cannot manufacture gratitude. You cannot demand kindness. All you can do is honor yourself, and sometimes, that requires walking away.

Remember, even Jesus knew when to face the betrayal and when to accept it. Even He knew that some would never recognize His value until it was too late. There is power in that knowledge. There is peace in that clarity.

So leave the table. Leave the arguments, the manipulation, the empty apologies, and the hollow smiles. You do not belong there anymore. You never did, not really.

And when you walk away, carry your head high. Carry your heart intact. Carry the lesson that some people never deserved a seat at your table, and that is not your failing—it is theirs.

Know your worth. Protect your soul. Walk away from those who do not see your light. And when they finally realize, it will be too late. Because you have already chosen yourself.
There's spring and there's summer, there's all that's in between
no listless skies of anodyne; now nature flaunts and preens

What beauty fills the hungry eye 'neath a sky of blue, serene
verdant vales soaked in sun, awash in palettes of green

There are pastels that awaken and deep shades that passion brews
created hues that trickle...sprinkled with 'chartreuse'

There's the green of 'asparagus' and that of 'artichokes'
Of 'forest', 'ferns' , of 'moss', a brush of different strokes

Fragrant plants of 'mint', then 'myrtle' and 'green tea'
'Emerald', 'jade' or 'harlequin' and 'malachites' that be

Off creamy shells, just 'pistachio', 'green apples', then of 'pines'
It lies too in 'sap' and 'teal', in 'avocados' and tangy 'lime'

There's green of the 'mantis', in 'jungle', 'hunters' and 'shamrock'
The lithe 'parakeet' fluttering and the lazy sanguine 'croc'

In blessed 'basil', ' pickle', in 'pear', 'olives' in 'bottle green'
'Gourds' and 'peas' that farmers grow in cultivars pristine

'Tis there in 'aqua' and 'seaweed', in the ripple of 'sea green' waves
In 'turtles', 'sea foam', 'anemone' and a 'tropical glistening lake'

From 'laurel green' to an 'army green' , in 'sage' ( a shade of grey )
The color of 'grass' , the murky 'swamp' , hues in array

There's 'neon' and an 'Indian green', a 'Persian' one to mystify
A 'midnight green' to bright 'fluorescent', oh, for green rainbows in the eye
The tears flow freely
The pain is a thief
Tearing away my sanity
Piece by little piece
Will there ever be a time
When there is no pain
That I do not cry
Will I be insane
There are no words
to describe my plight
But for now at least
I survive to fight
The love I hold is endless
Deeper than the sea
Your face is radiant beauty
The only thing I see
Your touch is pure pleasure
It electrifies my skin
Your kisses send me reeling
Every second is a win
I could not believe it
On the best day of my life
You agreed to marry me
And forever be my wife
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