• I was today years old when I found out that The Book of Revelation is not called The Book of Revelations. Even though the entire book is made up of multiple revelations. Yet, seemingly all forms into a single revelation. Such an enigma.

    Poetry is an enigma in itself. A language only few, or even only one person can understand.


    Revelations of the Springtime

    I used to say in my bedroom at night
    That even the Revelation couldn’t keep me away from you
    Last night I had a revelation, that I must stay away from you
    Why the sudden change? Why the onset of pain?

    Simply, I am tired, simply tired
    It is March, simply March
    Time for a fresh start, a simple start

    April is coming, which means showers
    There is no sunshine without rain
    It will come just in time for the flowers
    The May flowers, a pilgrimage on the Mayflower


    Sunshine

    Written on March 25th, 2024

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  • “I am not interested in doing tricks with rhymes. I am interested in reproducing the human soul, if I can.”

    Langston Hughes

    I’m interested in doing both, if I can!


    Stargazing

    for weeks , months , years on end

    i’ve been searching endlessly for my forever friend

    bitten by wild boars and rabid dogs alike

    hitchhike after hitchhike

    realizing the prized dove

    was always up above

    my Guide told me when the world has seemingly died

    raise your head on up to the sky

    i looked out of my tent in search of Mars

    and i saw my own name written in the stars


    Written on March 19th, 2024

    Sunshine Signing Off

    Until We Meet Again

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1 Corinthians 11:12

12 For although the first woman came from man, every other man was born from a woman, and everything comes from God.

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