Words were spoken so smoothly.
Conversation was flowing graciously.
Attraction was arousing so maturely.

Until Casper flew in –
Turned the lights out.
Erased every word spoke.
Deleted from existence.

My Greatest What If

I wish I could write to you.
I wish I could tell you the things I’ve done lately—
the small victories, the quiet moments, the ways I’ve grown.
I wish I could talk to you,
just to hear your voice,
even if it came with that fake enthusiasm you used to give me.

In another life, I would’ve taken the risk.
I would’ve chosen you.
Shared my thoughts, my fears, my dreams.
But this world keeps spinning,
and I still can’t spin you out of my mind.

We are connected.
By what, I don’t know.
Maybe our souls just recognize each other.
Maybe we are star-crossed lovers,
meant to feel it,
but never touch it.

I long to reach out to you—
but it’s dangerous.
I long to share my accomplishments,
but I can’t.
It’s as if I serve a life sentence—
one where the silence protects everything and destroys something too.

No matter what happens in this life,
a piece of me will always love you.
You are my greatest what if.

As I lie among the sighs,
Gnats swarm and flash before my eyes.
Beside me, my cat, a quiet sage,
Absorbing life without a wage.

Humidity wanes as evening falls,
I ponder what the kitchen calls.
“Shall I cook or seek a quick delight?
Avoid the heat, embrace the night?”

How lovely it must be to be
A pet, with meals provided free.
Only giving love, those “motorboat” purrs,
A life of ease, amidst the stir.

The screen glows bright, a familiar sight,
Yet in its glow, there’s little light.
Replaying moments, over again,
Can joy be found in the mundane?

I watch the air conditioner hum,
Working hard, day after day, it’s come.
To shield us from the flames that rise,
I wonder, if it spoke, what wisdom lies?

Who knows the thoughts of one that cools,
Amidst the heat, a silent jewel.
A life like this, a curious blend—
In purrs and sighs, perhaps we mend.

I am down on my luck without a chip in hand.
Searching for answers in this shifting sand.
Settling troubles piece by piece,
Yearning for a way out, a moment of peace.

Hanging on pins, feeling the strain,
Sorting through categories, wrestling with pain.
Hope seems to fade, like shadows at dusk,
Gazing at my clock, as time builds rust.

Why must the hole be so deep and wide?
Why does the meter run out, no matter my stride?
Yet still, I cling to the flicker of light,
Holding on tight as I search for what’s right.

In slumber’s sound upon the table,
My guardians watch, ever stable.
A magical screen, their silent gaze,
While nourishment fills the bowl in a haze.
With a velcro tongue, I reach for the drink,
In this cozy realm, my thoughts drift and sink.
My language spills forth, a chorus of tunes,
Echoing gently beneath the bright moons.
Through my kingdom, I wander with grace,
Leaving behind whispers of where I embrace.
Clues trace my journey, scattered with care,
In the heart of my haven, my spirit laid bare.
Travelers gather, tales to share,
While I stake my claim with flair in the air.
In this enchanted space, I’m never alone,
For in my domain, every corner is home.

As I walk along the horizon the beaker boils with drips. Tensions fly to the surface when the well has finally dried up. As the routine stays the same can’t the clock move forward faster? Struggling without the help and holding on by a thread of patience, even though the patience is running thin. As the breeze slides through the pattern never changes.

Dear Unsealers,

It’s the 20th of June.

In the Northern Hemisphere, today is the longest day of the year. And in the Southern Hemisphere, it’s the shortest day.

Though the exact moment where the earth’s rays are closest to the sun isn’t scheduled until 10:42PM tonight, it feels right to still welcome in the new season.

Ninety-four days are ahead under sunshine, blue skies and warm weather. Here’s to sea breezes, golden hour sunsets and moments spent in good company. The days will go by just as fast as they’ve arrived.

This is my welcome to the new season ahead…

When day turns to night
The sun’s rays are closest to earth

A new season is upon us
The solstice, ushering in the summer

The longest day this year is here
First one, of ninety four to come

It’s a blank slate so far
With space, wide open for infinite possibility

A time of year where the world slows down
After a hibernating winter and blossoming spring

Soaking up the warmth, the days will go by fast
Looking ahead to Iberia in the fall

Summertime as a kid
was a beautiful time to be alive
Catching the sun rays amongst the face
while collecting the wrinkled water skin
from swimming all day
Running the hot pavement for a game
of tag or hide and seek
Bare feet walking amongst the cold
green grass eating the sweetest
popsicle treat
Melted juices rolling down
the little arms
Stomachs full of grilled meals and
intoxicated drinks
Laughter overflowing the atmosphere
Neighbors coming together
for a game or two of cards
Children invading the streets
with their bicycles and skateboards
Summertime as a kid
was a beautiful time to be alive

Dear Fire of the Sky, each morning you rise,
With a radiant glow that brightens our eyes.
But why do you turn up the dial so high?
As if you’re intent on making us sigh?

Do you crave seeing eggs crack on the ground?
In the sizzling heat where relief can’t be found?
Oh, why can’t you settle on one steady degree?
Like an oven that bakes but still lets us be free?

We cherish the flowers, the grass, and the trees,
The beauty you bring, the soft whispering breeze.
Yet, when your light dims and the sun starts to fade,
Why not cool us down, let sweet shadows invade?

Imagine a fridge, when the day starts to close,
Turning down the warmth, letting comfort compose.
If only you’d soften your fiery delight,
And grant us a moment of coolness each night.

So, dear Mr. Fire, can’t you hear our plea?
Just a little ice in that hot soul of thee.
For in the balance of warmth and of chill,
Lies the perfect embrace, where nature stands still.

Dear Itsy Bitsy, let me pose
A question wrapped in rhythmic prose.
Why, I wonder, did you appear?
With eight little legs, drawing near?

Was there not enough to eat?
In your army’s march, a missed treat?
Did they forget the supplies to bring?
While you roamed in search of a nibbling fling?

In the heat, the night felt thick and bound,
Hungry for joy, you scuttled around.
And while you thought a feast was due,
You left me a present, that much is true.

But Mr. Itsy, I must confess,
My skin’s not yours for your little quest.
Not a buffet, nor an appetizer,
It’s my body, not yours to mesmerize.

So next time you roam in the night,
Remember, dear spider, to stay out of sight.
For this skin, I treasure, and it’s quite clear,
It’s not yours to munch on, so kindly adhere.

O’ heavy heart, why so much pain
the sorrows of the lost, but do know through the storms I will dance in the rain.

O’heavy heart, who so weary with no rest
Remember God tells your heart to beat again gaining peace passing the test, through the trials and tribulations you are with the best. (Jesus )

O’heavy heart, why are you so down, when agony, stress, doubts come around…. Be courageous, be strong; be strengthen, stand still and listen to the sound.
The sound of a King telling you that your O’Heavy heart will be brought out of, will be back up of, anything that set you off to cause the pain; to make you feel weary with no rest, with the agony and doubts that may seem so sustain…

Strengthen O’Heavy heart now there is love, the love that God sent when He died and was up above
He came down, He came back and gives love
O’ strengthen heart you can now smile, to say I overcame it all and on a new level, a new journey, a God-file!

A file created to be restored with good and memories and pictures of a saying, that I could or should have, and I did just that. But only because of Him, so I say to my O’ unheavy heart, “ Thank you my Lord, my Rock, and my Shelter; You are my everything and it will be You who my heart will always remember!”

O’ faithful heart, I give it all
not just a little,
soon you will hear a voice, a knock, or maybe a call

So open up heart and let Him in,
you won’t ever regret it, it will fulfill the holes and He will forgive all the sin.

O’thankful heart give thanks unto Thee,
That you’ve made it this far; Hallelujah and Praising the awesome and highest plea….

Thank you O’heart that you’ve accepted a King for it is you who is no longer so heavy nor is it weary; now we sing together and at our best
So whatever comes our way it’s always a passing test! Amen

O’Heavy heart not so heavy
O’strenghten heart now your strong
O’faithful heart, your moving mountains
O’thankful heart it’s all that I have to give!!!

Sometimes I reminisce, oh how I miss,
The places and the people that make me feel like this.
I feel so nostalgic, it really is fantastic,
One of life’s highs that keeps me enthusiastic.

But with nostalgia comes sadness, followed by this madness,
As time passes memories fade into the blackness.
This life it is fateful, that’s why I remain grateful,
That way the nostalgia doesn’t feel so painful.

Remembering the bad, but moreso the good times I’ve had,
As I write I miss my old friends just a tad.
A ball in my throat, a tear falls on this note,
My feelings and emotions pour into everything I’ve wrote.

Everyday I stand tall, yet sometimes I fall,
From each of life’s lessons I truly am enthralled.
To say that I have made it, would be an understatement,
For the life I have lived, there really is no replacement.