Enough

This isn’t a competition.

There is room for more than one.

Actually, there’s room for everyone.

°

You are creating the lack

in your imagination.

Remember the loaves and fishes?

If we share,

there is always enough.

4/30/26

This is a message for Sen…

You are very much in my thoughts

and meditations…

You are one of the reasons I started

writing poetry again…

You are one of the best people

I ever knew…

I love you…

<#3

Free Spirits: The Standard [OO7]

Ghost riding the night 
black car sky of stars 
streetlights beneath nights 
a consciousness of darkness 
revolutions of evolutions 
within wombs of nothingness 
versed in search for birth 
embarkations of ink formations
beheld in unfolding held 
in eyes of beholders born to be bold 
born to be storms 
far outside the forms 

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Power In the Word

Words are magic.

We use them flippantly,

Without realizing their power.

°

Power lies within

the word.

How is there power within words?

Because of what is hidden

deep inside.

°

The meaning,

feeling,

and intent,

are wrapped up in the word.

°

They are a cloak

that we can recognize.

They are a disguise for

the true essence

underneath.

4/29/26

Writer’s Shock: Pennants of the Present 

You were genuinely shocked to see 
my familiar face in a sea 
of new faces in the new place of poetry 
somehow someway the fates have a way 
of placing signposts in the way 
of the pure of heart 
of which you are

You are truly a knight in my sight 
restoring my belief in the write 
in moments of gnosis 
I know that…

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On That Day

his machine heart came to rest 
beating through an extended meeting
with meditations of near death 

she listened with an ear to his chest 
the silence of the silent greeting 
such meditations of near death 

room of lovers to tomb of lover in breadth of breath 
even a vicinity to infinity is fleeting
as his machine heart came to rest

with time…

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Lover’s Relief

Whirling ink blot across radar 
ominous flash of light 
window absorbs scene of storm
framing features of worry 
the sky was merely dreary 
vortices have become vortex 
no return message to the text 
watch and wait is all you can do
these are the times that remind 
a frailty forms upon the features
upheld by a solemn strength 
life together…

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The Reset

Am I falling behind?

Sometimes it feels that way.

Maybe I just need to unwind,

discover more ways to play.

°

Sometimes the pressure

sneaks up on me—

before I know it,

it’s there.

This is when I need to “just be”

before life becomes more than I can bear.

4/28/26

StarShips of Thought 

Canals opening to ships sails
within whims of winds 
how strange to be born
a ship of kindred and kin 
some ravaged by storm 
unspeakably broken 

others a seeming dream 
a light projected beam 
protected it would seem
watched from a batch 
of detached shadows 
observing the scenes
dream in a web of dreams 
beam in light projected beams

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Pilgrim’s Blessing

May your fires always burn with yearning to learn

May your smile shine when twisting paths turn
And you are tested to see if you are bested
May every crooked path be made straight by faith

Let cleansing rains infuse into tears of joy
May you always honor the choice of the inner voice
And every day find your way more and more in…

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Where It All Started

Spend time with nothing.

Spend time doing nothing.

Our fear of laziness

prevents us from accomplishing

something out of nothing.

There is more potential in doing nothing

than in doing something.

Something comes from nothing.

Without nothing,

there would be nothing.

Because of nothing—

we have something.

We shouldn’t be so quick to…

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Cosmic Dance

Look towards the sky.

The heavens declare the wonders of the universe.

If you gaze long enough,

you will find yourself in the stars.

If you listen long enough,

you will understand the ways of the moon.

If you reflect long enough,

you will see your light in the radiance of the sun.

°

From a certain perspective,

this world can make you…

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Undecided

Are you

a friend

or foe?

I still don’t know.

°

Should I trust you

or not?

What if

you’re all I’ve got?

°

I’m not sure

what to think anymore.

Should I still

be keeping score?

°

If I learn

to release?

Will I find

some peace?

°

If I let go?

Will it help me

to grow?

4/25/26

A Love Poem 

A place in the heart a space in the heart 

even after aeons of waves agains stone 
still remembering what love feels like 
I still believe in love at first sight

still believe in soul mates and fate 
a hopeless romantic in my heart of hearts
although a practitioner of the dark arts 
one touch of your fingertips forever imprints 

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Contrarian

What you call delusional,

I call confidence.

What you call crazy,

I call freedom.

°

I know I challenge

your long held assumptions.

It’s not out of malice;

it’s simply my nature.

°

You might think I’m sadistic;

that I enjoy watching you squirm.

When the truth is:

I’d love to relieve you of your discomfort.

°

I don’t long to see you veer off…

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Dreamers Anonymous: The Dreamer Collective 
The dreamer-collective enter the room 
exchanging greetings of the meetings 
deepest embrace face shining upon face
filling each chair fully present and there 
conductor beginning with a prayer 
circulating the circuit of the circle 
coming alive having only one side
the awakening of a heavenly hive 
the first…

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Life/Death & Paradoxes

[you got no heart and soul!]
I said
to an educated person 

who then tried to gaslight me 
with science placed inside 
a response of silence

I was looking for brevity
and that is what I found
indeed such things lead 
to aphorisms and neologisms 
- soulempty - 
I rather like that one indeed 
there is also the concept 
of the reptilian 

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Limbo

I’m not sure what to say.

Can I make it all just go away?

Am I just a fool in her folly?

If I try will I be sorry?

I’m not sure what to do.

Should I put my trust in you?

Or should I listen to sense,

before things get too intense?

I want to persist, be rid of my doubt,

but sometimes I fear my luck will run out.

°

I wish I could come to some…

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True Story

There is always more,

more to the story.

You may see the tip of the iceberg,

yet there is always more

beneath the water.

°

We can make every effort

to relay all the pieces,

to be precise,

but still—

something is missing.

°

Can we ever know

the story in its fullness?

We can feel it,

but never truly know it.

Not much of a loss—

Feeling is more…

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Ode to Joy by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez 

It is the face of the place that all roads lead, indeed

deconstructed to the structure of the individual 
being of the physical having an experience of the spiritual 
arrays of ways at maze end awe and amazement 

meeting place of time space and daze of grace 
culmination of a life exacting ink 
extracting…

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