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We're not there yet
so
stop your squawking
or
you'll end up walking

he drives on
they go on and on
whiney
whiney
time he
got to where
he's going.

I'm going
my age is
showing me
the way,
dining on the years
getting fatter on my fears
but
I'm not there yet.
Control is a moment fleeting,
A fading feeling in-between fate.
Therefore, it's said that love just happens.
Clearly, it's a lie too great.
"F*ck you, my puppeteer..
A Fool you make of Me!"
But when I look up,
I see the strings strung tight
around fingertips of mine.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Don't look back to me like that at all.
"Who is to blame of the land?
Why, it seems control was in your hand.."
'Verkering' is Dutch for relationship, but it's older meaning isn't used any more in this time, which is 'something that happened'. It inspired me to write this poem.
 Mar 19 From the ashes
alia
I try, I change—never enough.
I smile, I bend—never enough.

I give my all, I break, I mend,
But nothing seems to reach the end.

I speak, I wait—never enough.
I fade, I stay—never enough.

No matter how hard, no matter how much,
I’m always too little, I’m never enough.
this is about trying so hard but still feeling like it’s not enough—no matter what I do, it feels like no one really notices. It shows how exhausting it is to keep chasing something I know I’ll never reach.
The moon and sun fall every day,
not because they failed,
but because it is
Natural.
Rise again,
And walk on two feet in midday
*Oedipus
Fill your world with love
Power is a choice
Shower your voice
To serve
To preserve kindness
Love thy neighbor
Fill your world with love
Shower your voice
Make a choice
Let it shine
Let it shine
Shower your voice
Rain splashes off the
screen door.
It's raining in
my heart
chubby little drops
splashing on my soul.
The sadness is deeper
than a lagoon,
bluer too.

There are days
it doesn't pay to
get out of bed.
Maybe,
in the next dream
I'll find my
prodigal cat.
We could listen to
Sketches of Spain,
Miles Davis knows
how to bring the lost home.

She's a black runt that
burrowed into my heart.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books that are available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw
Gunpowder
was to ‘Little Boy’
as a whisper
to a shout

Forever changed
the world remains
enslaved
— unto its rout

(The New Room: February, 2025)
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