Poetry Continued

Memories come flooding back,
as I lay down in the night.
Black and white, the pictures fade,
yet burn in endless light.

Scenes return, unbidden,
from that heavy Monday sky.
The ache still whispers softly,
a question without reply.

But even through the sorrow,
a hidden truth takes shape:
the heart can break and gather strength,
the soul can bend, not break

Let it go — what’s past is passed,
the moment moves, it doesn’t last.

The choice you made cannot be changed,
no need to wish it rearranged.

Regret won’t heal, nor stress undo,
the path ahead is calling you.

Step forward now, release, progress —
each new breath can clear the mess

Thank you for the patience shown,

for tending seeds I’d barely sown.

You taught me sound was more than tone—

a place where feeling finds its own.

You lit a light between the bars,

a quiet sun among the scars.

Some lessons drift, yet still they stay,

their echoes guiding what I play.

The songs now rise beyond the score,

to praise the silence at their core.

The seasons turn, yet all feels new—

each note returns to what is true

One day upon the bus you’ll see,
a face turned sharp, aimed right at thee.
Her eyes were dark, her tone was lean,
she meant the words — she meant them mean.

“You’re ugly,” said with sharpened spite,
a little dagger honed to bite.
You froze in place, you felt the sting,
as if her voice could curse a thing.

Know this, young one — the wound’s not yours,
her soul was shackled, locked in wars.
The hate she hurled was seeded black,
a storm within, a light she lacked.

So take this lesson, hold it near:
their words reflect their inner fear.
Though cruel the sound, though harsh the tone,
their judgment cannot mark your own

You’ve got to learn to love so deep,
a flame the soul was meant to keep.
To cherish life in all its art,
and hold its beauty in your heart.

Be aware of gifts from skies above,
each breath a whisper born of love.
Learn to cry, let sorrow glow,
through tears that cleanse, new rivers flow.

For every wound and every song,
has shaped the heart where you belong

The moon hangs silent in the sky,
a lantern burning soft and high.

The questions rise, they drift, they call,
yet no reply comes back at all.

No secret key, no hidden word,
just vastness where no sound is heard.

So I remain, the hush my guide,
while starlight dancers turn and glide.

Their music moves where time is none,
an endless song the stars begun

A fire breaks across the sky,
its voice too bright to pass me by.

“I am the warmth your shadows crave,
the light that parts both tomb and cave.

I burn, I glow, I never tire,
I crown the day with living fire.

And though the night may dim my face,
I rise again with steady grace.

So seek me not in fleeting flame —
eternal presence is my name