City Landscape
In the glass-walled canyons,
where shadows weave,
Whispers of lives unheard, lost in endless days.
Cardboard castles stand, transient shelters in a wasteland
A kingdom of hopelessness,
yet uniquely their own.
Eyes dimmed by hunger and
etched with despair,
Outstretched hands plead for a ghostly transformation.
The murmur of stories and lives torn to nothing
Each face a testament to
a shattered past
In the city’s heartbeat, myriad drums play
with haste.
Echoes of indifference, icy and paralyzing
Rush hour theatre with the background actors averted.
Blind to the struggles in the
gaze of disdain.
Let us remember, in the grand sprawl
of the city.
That stolen humanity can still be set free.
They are the city’s soul, often untold
Their stories are unwritten on life’s
empty pages.
Compassion must bridge the chasm
of steel and stone.
Let love rewrite the city, kindness its cathedral
In every shadow, a light can endure,
And every lost soul deserves to shine-
A call to action.
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Ruminations
In the quiet of the night, when the world is still and the only sound is a gentle hum from the stars above, I feel the weight of my thoughts, a fleeting flash, a memory to cherish. In this moment-floating in a wild river swift and unyielding, carrying my reflections both sweet and bitter. I begin to navigate the currents of my own mind
Wandering, a seeker of truth and beauty
Forever searching for a meaning
In a world that seems senseless.
Both lost and found adrift
In the sea of consciousness
Knowing there is peace in the odyssey.
In the stillness of the night
We are reminded of the infinite
Possibilities that lie before us
Navigating the currents
Of my mind and seeking
The greatest journey to explore.
The boundless potential
That each of us share
Awaiting only the courage to embrace.
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Faith
A delicate thread in the tapestry of existence
Weaves through the intricate fabric of our lives.
Glowing embers in the darkness, whispers softly
Guiding us when we are lost, our anchors are steadfast.
An essence ever fluid and evolving in the belief of the unknown
Trust in the mysteries that lie beyond comprehension.
Becomes a song of the heart, a language of hope
Echoes through the notes, a symphony of doubt
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Neighborhood Street
In my dreams your travels awaken me. I am your neighborhood street, a place where dreams inhabit and nightmares coincide. Houses in a row, storybook pages turn, each whispering chapters seen. Automobile tires, bicycles, and blood mark my face, a tapestry of journeys and lives unknown. I wear my scars like medals, each scrape a sigh, memories etched in asphalt like tears in the sky.
I am your neighbor, the one
Never heard
Only stories whispered
In the canvas of blacktop
Sidewalks worn smooth by time
Shadows stretch as
Sunlight climbs
Upon a child’s spilled laughter
Lovers stroll hand in hand
Grandmothers kneel
In garden blooms
Woven in a lullaby
Broken in the sound of
The sick mosaic
In windows lit
With the sadness of a hit and run.
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