The person you hate
You love them but dislike all their ways
The person you hate
You need distance, but feels boxed up, contained
The person you hate
“Exposes you” and makes you feel all ashamed
The person you hate
Your trying your best to keep from going insane
The person you hate
Everyone’s telling you, you have all their traits
The person you hate
Surrender to Jesus, get on your knees and pray
The person you hate  
I know you’re in a storm now, just wait for better days.

At night hours
When moonlight glows
I come by the sea
I look at its costs
In the deep I see shining richness of salt
On the other side -
- millions of grains of sand
Which reflects the glow casted by sun
Shining with secrets keepen thru times

Which foots had stomped you
Artist, poet, king?
Which body is buried beneath you
Soldier, priest or nun?

As the sun rules over daylight, our happiness, lives and time
The moon keeps silent watch under the darkest sky
One of them skorches water with relentless heat
The other calms down the tides, restoring ordeal

Just like people
Ones burning with desire
Won't stop from anything, even incincerating you with fire
Others - silent, gentle folks
Come out at the night, sheltering from the fervour

As I'm walking down the shore
At the day I have to turn back from the blinding waters glow
But at the night I can freely admire beauty of sea
As moon restores its peace and returns dignity

1/31/25   10:22pm

first comes hope
then the early mornings
lying awake
wondering wondering wondering

soon after are the regrets
I shouldn't have said that
maybe if I smiled more
or asked more questions
one less drink would have been good

and what comes last
radio static
a lesson
some memories to hold onto
and a stranger

If I take one hand, and place it in yours, are we sharing hands or are we sharing a moment?
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It seems that so many times, one person may not see enough of the other to truly respect and understand the intentions and thoughts of each other.

We may be frightened and lose sight of the goals and opportunities we are presented.

I look forward to the future, don’t dwell on the past, and cherish the present.
And it is all already with you.

So frequently one may be clouded and not see the beautiful things and beautiful people around themselves.
So frequently we convince ourselves of worry and angst and
so frequently we blind ourselves of any escape we may have.

Everything was
Never
Not
Nothing