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Silence in the ever night
Even though it may seem bright
Europe starts and runs the sun
All within the sim I run.

Yes I can make dark midnight fast
Within this night – but it won’t last,
I’m wondering while I’m sleeping here
Of those who wandered off were dear.

Yes I’m sleeping in my clothes
Too anxious for a nude repose
You never know who may fly by
And do things when I’ve closed my eyes.

In any case, this empty house
Though cherished, deep in silence doused
Holds just me and me alone
With the thoughts to which I’m prone.

In this island paradise I’ll wake
Shower dress again and take
My coffee from the small machine
And off to where the trees are green.

And dance at night and see my friends
Repeating daily with no end
All I have, I’d want to share
With someone who for long would care.

Until that time, my day repeats
In two lives many tasks I meet
And keep creating things in here
Working in some higher gear.

Invisible layers to the workings
Of all that was created
You can choose to be in tune
Or be numb
and satiated.

Pleasure only is some seekers’ dream
But short-lived and temporary
Though comfort of a life it seem
The meaning is contrary.

Pleasure is a seasoning
Not to be dined upon
Best when it’s been earned through time
And not so quickly won.

At most you lose the nourishment
When chasing after sweets
Becoming stuffed and overfull
The weakening complete.

True meaning must be worked at
Then not so quickly found
That to feed a soul upon
Sustain when life leans down.

And over time, those meanings
Can help to see right through
Beyond the obvious and clear
To anyone but you

To where to gain some foresight
Intuit what’s to come
That adds to one’s survival

Not coming out right. Being distracted by other thoughts and emotions.

The Obstructionist

You’re almost gone, I can feel you leave
A difficult life, with no reprieve
Scarred in the mind emotionally,
Your head full of stories sometimes angrily.

You seem like you care, and yet you can be mean
The whole world against you - to you it seems
And yet, like me, you fall for those who
Have no intention of following through.

That girl in Ukraine, she’s not coming here
Do you realize it’s been over four years?
Now your body is failing and you can’t do self-care
And yet you resist letting anyone dare.

From here, there isn’t a lot I can do
But I pray a lot and I think you should too
‘Cause I can see that you’ll soon meet your fate,
And it might be best to let go on that date.

Your pain will be over, your story all told
Your photographs stacked, donated, or sold
All of your planes will go where they will
So relax, since you’ve only got your time to kill.

(My brother, Nam veteran, disabled, learning disabilities, Parkinson's, seven heart attacks and some stents, bipolar. But he is passionate about his model planes, his photography, and motorcycles.) I would never say these things to him in person - he’s too fragile.

May 9, 2024 by Sage

I’m harmless, you see, as I watch from afar
Should have known not to try for one fallen star.
But I’m cursed or I’m blessed with a curious mind
Yet with that said, I also am kind.

Never fret, never fear – I won’t drag you down
Tell me goodbye — still won’t be your clown
But I write as I wills; it lets out what’s inside.
I’m out in the world, while you go and hide.

Though I’ve been given something that you can’t take back
An entry to music that I once had, but lacked
I have friends who play and lessons to learn
And who knows? These days it might could be my turn.

You see I know how to turn bad into good
No one knows ALL the things that I have withstood.
Water to wine, and death into living
Still going to put my all in forgiving.

Move to my next phase, when I’m finished with this
Thankee for memories, and moments of bliss.
Though it pains me much that you say goodbye
In deeds, not in word, since you’re that kind of guy.

This is the last poem in your favored group
My love life, for now, is quite out of the loop.
There’s much to be done, and new things to start
It’s a second of life, but the living is art.

5/9/24
by Sage
(thanks to Garnett – rl friend for talk)

Actually it turns out it wasn’t the last poem in this group. I keep dealing with being haunted.

Maybe I love my friends better this week
For the pains they bear in the physical realm,
Matching my own in the emotional.

Traveling… from sad to mad and back again,
With a little sped up energetic
“I’m going to be fabulous today”
As a toss of the head and stomp of the foot.

And I was, those days at least.
Hugging them all, inquiring on their health,
Listening intently to every word,
In my skinny jeans and dressy shirt
Shining like a jewel amongst aged stones.

Because I felt it so close, like a poet knows;
But I zigged, you zagged
And the room remains empty.

But yet sitting there in the park,
Listening to the music,
I felt the eyes of curiosity,
And I was queen in that moment
Given free lemonade for being a taste tester
Chosen out of many.

The day was grand
And I looked well
But still I came home
Hungry….

5/8/2024 by Sage

Languishing in the tunes
I would be gazing at the moon
Were it out, which it is not.

Piquant thoughts racing round the track
Inside my head, spinning hard.
I search for quiet in my emotional cage.

Saxophone tunes in Paradise beckon
Matching my mood
Once in a while.

Something like this pops up
Reminding me of childhood and strange tunes
That gave me a love of the exotic, quixotic.

Like a plane on a long runway,
I feel myself getting ready, rolling
Until all at once I will fly.

But until then, the rumbles of my wheels
Grind against the ground and the air
Until the moment when I leave the ground
And soar.

4/30/24
by Sage

A little piece of heaven comes once in a while
A little piece of heaven she carries around
But a little piece of heaven is not meant for earth
And a little piece of heaven sure don't last long.

It traveled across this life like a train
Now it's here, and now it's gone.
Like a leaf on a river flowed,
And left behind just this here song.

Some things were not meant to be,
Not for her life anyway,
Some in life get all they want
As they put on a big display.

And yet grateful for that piece
Of heaven that crossed her path that day
They walked upon the earth beneath
When heaven sent a piece to play.

Someday perhaps she'll find again
When she exits this wide earth
Until then the memory
Awakened things to a new birth.

(needs fixing, but I must sleep)
4-16-24 by Sagefairy

Another one of my lake escapes
On a brand new sunny day
All alone but anyway
I sometimes travel out that way.

The countryside is lovely
The crowds are not too loud
The horsetails are above me
While I am in a cloud.

I run out here to clear my head
It doesn't always work
Pondering over what we've said
Fresh air another perk.

I hope this breaks wide open
Not meaning nearby dam
At least I do keep hopin'
'Cause that's the way I am.

Nobody can blame me
For wanting to see clear
Many would have doubts expressed
and "Guard your heart, my dear".

As voices conflict in my head
I run to where the water lies
To quiet my stirred soul again
And all my thoughts likewise.

So as I peruse the boats,
The people and their pets
I search for the antidote
To all that makes me fret.

4-14-2024 
by Sagefairy