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Time heals all

It’s been 3 years now since you’ve been gone
Some days I’m weak other days I’m strong
But everyday I think of you
That’s one thing that I always do
I talk to you inside my head
And think of all the things you’ve said
Then I hear your voice as if you’re here
Your words to me seem oh so clear
Life wont stop it’s fast and it’s real
I keep going, time is the only way to heal
They say heal when really it’s just forgetting
More time in between your times of regretting
That feeling of raw emotion that slaps you in the face

The Savannah Girl

The little girl unfurls her dreams, Bringing forth the visions within her. Yet the night cloaks her dreams, Blurring her vision. Home was not a place of bliss; The world felt like a bleeding star, Gradually losing its brightness with each drop. Each day brought its share of struggles, lack, and deprivation. Her father was a peasant farmer, Labouring to put food on the table. But what becomes of the skills that prepare a child for tomorrow's demands? He was later incapacitated, Yet he held on until he was called to the beyond.

Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

one of whom would be
this married sexagenarian,
who recently acquired
his Senior Fare Card
courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill
dog days of summer
will experience big beautiful chill
videre licet courtesy
slated budget cuts
intimating a worse fate
than getting root canal,
whereby militant dentist
woulf blithely recount his days
as oil rig employee
when he/she uttered the phrase
let us drill baby drill
without anesthesia testing tolerance
of patient to withstand and weather
blistering pain threshold
proving laughable reputation

I am glad you Want me Ally

I am glad you
Want me Ally
To be your friend
Maybe forever
I will be fine with it
I don't want you to think
That I am a hopeless case
I am trying my best
Taking care of me
Because there is nobody
Else who will take care of me
And I am quiet able to do it
AIso I am now in my senior years
And I just love to live
In my senior years

Meeting You Again

Your face does not forget the bitter past
‘Here are my wounds’, it says, ‘this is my blood’
– those laser eyes would burn me if they could,
your pleasantries are laced with broken glass.

But I say some things were not meant to last.
All changes once that truth is understood.
An early end awaits the greatest good,
the brightest flame will always burn too fast.

I suffered too, you know – here are my scars.
I wear them not with anger but with pride,
mementoes of that wild white-water ride,
earth-shaking, epoch-making love of ours.

The Dreams I Laid at Your Feet

Ma,
every time the news breaks open a girl’s silence,
I speak.
Not to stir storms but to name the ones we hide.

You flinch.
Not out of anger,
but a mother’s dread dressed as discipline.

You hear my voice
and think of locked doors,
of whispered gossip in kitchens we’ll never visit.
You fear I might leave too soon,
love too wrong,
dream too loud.

But Ma,
when I said a girl should come home
before she hangs her hope 
you heard rebellion.
You saw me as a future wound,
not your reflection in a new frame.

Vision.

Gay! Hey! Gay! Hey! I shouted through the open window today.
Hey, what a news today! I don't like to read the news, much pain, much sorrow but I have.
My heart beats faster and faster and freezes blood sometimes.
Today is different, today is Gay Hey + Ukraine.
Thousands and thousands of people seem to me like a river the whole world as people river.
But also, it is about us, regardless if you're Gay or someone other.
It's about freedom freedom to think to choose for yourself!

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