Trust builds like heavy rain
I expect you to have the life preserver
The soap bottle is leaking on the counter
Making suds and bubbles by the sink
Where we used to prepare our food
As the blue spreads silently
I gave some time to pause and think
A distant memory sewed into mood
Soft and brittle as grains of sand
notes of a piano as dogs play outside
The bundled blankets on the couch
The smell of barbeque and saltwater
Where it collects rain in the spring
When the lovebugs fly relentlessly
The dishes need to be done
And like that it slips away
Just another day in paradise
Where my heart has stayed
As the wind swayed the metal frame
Of the building where I live
The roads far below glisten
And the sun has snow’s claim
Still water on concrete remains
Scratching across the floor
Someone upstairs was moving furniture
I couldn’t listen to the wind anymore
In the solitude of my home
Where the last quiet places are
And what it means to be alone
The silence came again to stay
I thought about what I had to say
I hadn’t seen another person for a day
And enjoyed the company all the same
I met a man I once respected
The way he lectured me productive
And in his wisdom of all things him
I necessarily forgot the part of me
That no one can be a master of
Except for the person who is me
To teach can be a simple thing
But being a student much harder
Although simple it may seem
To forge your heroes on the mantle
While holding your mettle true
Years ago a seed came to ground
Casked in fleshy citrus under the boughs
Far from the water and its salt
There would be shade at its landing
Isn’t it just the manner of the world
She lost her luster years ago
And we almost didn’t pull through
We grew till well enough to know
What it means to be in control
Sometimes things got hard
She didn’t act like herself
Though true love takes you far
We needed to ask for help
These days we are never apart
For we’ve shared the road together
Life has certainly left its mark
You think I’d leave her? Never!
While I think of how she used to move
And all the things we would do
We don’t got nothing left to prove
Wow - how I love my Chevy 5th Avenue
It’s never enough to just sit and talk
Ambition can’t fill my bottomless greed
The car wont start in the driveway
It’s tank ran out of gas a long time ago
Just a baron without a coin collection
That’s the middle class American dream.
There at the park that day I noticed an ant crawling on the pavement.
It dragged a crumb three times its size like a secret it couldn’t wait to share.
This stare dare not cast a long shadow on the humble worker,
For even the sun bowed low to bless its burdened pilgrimage.
And I became enamored with the realization even an ant thanks its legs—
Each step a hymn, each stumble a psalm in the cathedral of dirt.
Did it ever tire? Was it weary? Where did it go to rest when hurt?
I knelt to ask, but silence clung to its shell like dusk on old stone.
For it had been a long time since I had rested my own feet,
And in that moment, I envied the ant’s certainty—its endless march with no doubt.
I had long told myself that uncertainty is what it is all about,
But the ant, unwavering, moved as though it had already met the end and made peace.
In a life where no concern is given to those with tired feet,
It seemed grace belonged not to those who paused, but to those who pressed forward quietly.
It is a strange thing what makes one mighty—
Not the weight they carry, but the stillness with which they carry it.
(Revised for Meter via ChatGPT)
There at the park that day I saw an ant
It crawled across the pavement, slow and sure.
It dragged a crumb three times its size — a chant
Of work well done, and purpose clean and pure.
This stare of mine cast not a shadow wide
Upon the humble labor it had shown,
For even sun dipped low, as if with pride,
To bless the burden it bore all alone.
I found myself in awe of what it knew:
That even ants give thanks for legs that ache.
Each step a hymn, each stumble ringing true,
A psalm etched deep in every path they make.
I wondered: did it tire, feel the strain?
Where did it go to rest when it was bruised?
I knelt to ask, but silence would remain—
Its shell held dusk, its mystery refused.
And then I knew how long my feet had burned.
I watched it crawl and envied all it lacked—
No fear of wrong turns made or lessons learned,
Just forward motion on a steady track.
I’d told myself that doubt was what life meant,
That wandering made the journey right.
But still it marched, as if with full consent—
At peace with both the darkness and the light.
The world gives little care for aching soles;
No honor waits for those who choose to sleep.
Yet some find grace in quiet, steadfast roles—
They press ahead while others pause to weep.
It is a strange thing, what defines the strong:
Not all they bear, but how they bear it long.
I ache in all the private spaces
That you used to also decorate
Laden cherry tomatoes still in their packaging
Adorned on the black Ikea in a small room
Your grey comfy shirt - the one no one else sees you in
So vulnerable and genuine - the love felt brand new
Sweltering salty summer refreshing with Tajin on the rim
Daily now I sigh and wonder if you are still managing
Did your gentle sail find itself crushed against the shore
Have the beaches of your spirit weathered the storm
Eating late over the range with just a stove light on
There is no need for a plate or time for decorum
Often I find myself pulled away - into the grey
Living inside a book with half its pages torn out
Reaching out to take a tomato between my fingers
I never really liked these, but I try them for you
Even all still, I’d rather try them than to live without
Dragging his bag all along the wall
Every step along the floor
As i listened closely and certain
There was a moment i knew
He stooped low of a burden
And thought i shared it too
Before the steps continued
One night I watched the clouds
Though I couldn’t see I knew
That though dim, the moon reached
I remember the first time
It was like stepping into a shower
We drove over the highest mountain
Sometimes I think about the green wash
The way it gently boiled below the hot
Where we would go to remember
All the reasons we left together
I sometimes think of pitter patter
And panting on soil after a long journey
It would be selfish of me to see you
Would you know what to do
Carry on, I think is best
The selfish man thinks you thrive in a mess
But that’s not what it’s ever been
Sometimes the oranges you bought
You don’t get around to peel
I always feel a bit of guilt
The police will not answer you
The only way you will be arrested.
How accurate is this to be
A and you will be prosecuted for
The Way of Life for your actions in this case and the consequences of your actions will be severe and severe for your actions and your actions will be the same as the consequences of the consequences of the actions of the government and the people of this country will be the consequences of the people of the world will be the death of the people of the country and the people of the people of the USA and the the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the
Land of Ireland to be a true leader in this nation of country of America is the most serious crime in this world of our nation of our nation is a war on this is the greatest crime is a crime of our people are a crime against the world is the greatest in this world and we will not let the people are a criminal act against our people are a country is the most
Hit the three buttons over and over.
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Dutifully took care of a household
And made sure to tie my shoes
Sewed our clothes when they were worn
She hid her tears as and your photo
And told me to go outside to play
The The Big Mac and I have been having the exact opposite experience of this one for a long while and it is a good thing that we don’t get a ton more of the time when it is made in our kitchen because we have to be able cook the way it does and we don’t want it in our kitchen so I think it’s just the right amount to be a lot more expensive to cook and we don’t need it in our house and I think we just want it in the house so I think it is more than that but it’s just the best way I can make a lot more and it’s just not the same as I have to be able cook and it’s just the way I think it would make it for you guys have to make a little more of it was a little more expensive but it’s just the right way I think it is I think I just want you know what I think I think I think it is a little more than I think I think I think I don’t think I just want you guys to try and get some of that is the one I don’t think it’s a lot more like I just wanted a salad.
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Where can I mail her stuff
He’s so wrought up in his own life
He’s nailing the windows shut
And asking someone to check the nails
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And if you could teach a robot to love
Would I know the way it would
As a reflection of the way we do
That tenderness is in the small things
The way you call on the way home
Or how I sometimes burn the food
That being present is not a present
Would it think grand gestures
- No matter how infrequent or not -
Are the solution to what’s the matter
Would it understand that whenever
Would it respect your boundaries?
That whenever doesn’t mean
Would it understand when we leave
Sometimes is for love too
Sits alone but somehow writes
Every poem like it’s just for you
What’s the point if you speak
You may as well be the poet too
The way you think of the universe and how you think about yourself and your life and the way that it is made is a lot less complicated and less about yourself and the world than you would think about your life in the first instance in your own right because of it but in a sense it’s a little bit different from the rest than you imagined in the past and I don’t know how you would describe yourself and what it might feel to you but it’s just like you and how it might feel and I think it’s just like I feel about you know how it all makes me think of it all of it all of us are so I just don’t think that is so I just want.
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Panic panic panic panic panic
its in the faucet every time
Ivory running running running
Don’t look behind the curtain
It’s just the building settling
It’s just the building settling
Why does it click if it isn’t
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And you put it on a shelf
You went to get groceries
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I can hear voices behind the door
There is a bright light in your future
They turn their radios up as loud as possible
And mention nothing of the sensors
My music equipment can hear them,
They recorded the panel of the oscillations singing
And play it back through the airplay
I got an ad for closets and feedback limiters
My subwoofer is not even here
Make sure you keep the bass down
He can’t hear us he’s got his AirPods in
Look at how I do anything
He does that intentionally
Did you do that on purpose?
On every unspoken thought
There was liner at Walgreens
Look at how thing are broke
When I enter the apartment
Did you notice anything different?
There’s adventure in Paraguay
You shouldn’t have called the cops
They write me on Taimi and Grindr
Why did you glue your mouth shut
Why did you bind your hands
What does under duress mean
Do you want the special definition
He does that intentionally
There’s adventure in Paraguay
Close the bathroom door when you relieve
It lets us know that you know we’re watching
Didn’t you know, its illegal to want privacy
Have a nice weekend, Guillermo.
What time zone are you in?
Close the bathroom door when you relieve
It lets us know that you know we’re watching
Didn’t you know, its illegal to want privacy
Don’t worry about the Washington
We’ll laugh if you pick it up
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