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Straight Night

In the straight night, under the moon, crazy stars looking for you, I hid you away under spell, to gaze into your eyes like a wishing well.


What Are You Getting?

Let me ignore you when you come in.

“Hello,” I cheerfully greet each customer in front of you. I take their order with a smile and serve them their food with happiness on my face.

“What are you getting?” I ask in monotone, only after ignoring to acknowledge your presence at the counter. I stare off in blank somewhere else when you stand here. I want you to know that I would prefer you not come here, be here, order here, or hang out here. This place would be better without you.

I make your food, your drink, or whatever you order in mundane manner, never adding anything special or interesting to your order out of kindness. In fact, I serve you without a smile, without cheer, and without welcome.

“Hello,” I say, cheerfully, to the person who steps to the counter after you. For you, the customer after that nuisance, I share happiness when giving you your order.

Secret Pearl

I walk in & look for my pearl of the sea. There she is! Diamonds in her eyes sparkle. Her smile is bright shining back at me. We wave. The attraction innocent & earnest. I love the way she looks at me.


“Hi,” she greets with a blush & a quick wave from the hip & a smile so big it could carry the world. “I like your watch.”

I say thank you in her native language, but I sound like a child & she laughs. “You always look so pretty. I like your earrings.”

She blinks a lot when she is embarrassed & can not talk. Her cheeks & forehead wrinkle with crimson waves. When she finally looks at me, those pretty diamonds twinkle under their own power like twirling stars. “Thank you,” she says in a language only girls really seem to know. It is a high-pitched tone in lieu of words.

I can only smile back as I melt into the floor. If she were not at work, I would do more because I want more.

I wave goodbye after finishing my meal. On my way out, she always finds an excuse to come over.

“See you next time,” she says.

What else we do has stayed secret.

“See you next time.”

A Walk In The Garden

When we walk in the garden, I want to have time to cup the flowers to my nose, wafting whiffs of wine, taking in its flora of ambrosia, livening the senses, and allowed to be taken by this resonance. I want to take my time. I want to enjoy. I want to linger in gentle places where soft voices grow to sing higher. I want to savor the flavors as they come. Let us move and walk, and explore and discover, in the garden that has been known to bring forth lovers. No rush; no schedule. Let us walk where we feel natural. Let us take a walk in the garden.


Metaphorical constructs of a moral & ethical structure to strengthen & guide its community as woven into the fabric of one’s beliefs & core values.

Threading Needles

To those who thread needles with thimbles on their thumbs and forefingers, too, tell me the lather of your thoughts on loathsome things and love and thanks and other views.


I believe every citizen in America should be a well-trained warrior, well-educated philosopher, well-raised adult, and well-inspired person.