The Immortal Wize

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End Of Summer

A Place That Inspires Awe

I found refuge a place offering solace and guidance in difficult times which metaphorically and literally made a significant difference in a life headed in a downward spiral a place that offered a vital escape and provided profound comfort I found a place with enough study space to study space in a place that opened doors to new perspectives and possibilities a place of many books a place of many stories a place of education a place of knowledge a place of information a place to research study and learn a place to transform level up and activate a place where no one talks much the sound heard is hush a place where I can take my time to decide I don't have to rush nor wait in line to get inside it's free to sit and free internet limitless selections and a vast collection to choose from a place where I found myself looking for myself a place where I discovered who I am and what I am not a place where all the voices spoke to me and all the hands reached out to me a place where I rea...

When It's Time To Go (12282025)

a joyous occasion then trauma emerges from the caves of hidden secrets lost in darkness

Too Much Of Enough (12282025)

I loved her too much I can't forgive her for what she done I tried to but it took too much out of me after all I gave it wasn't enough to for give

The Outcome (12282025)

I wrote a poem

then I wrote

I wrote a poem

on the poem

I wrote

Masking The Emptiness (12282025)

the table is set center piece and all there's plenty of food for one and all emotionally starved but the pie is enough if made with love like the bird I'm stuffed to appear full

An Active Force (12282025)

art is a weapon art is a tool art is a sword in a dual art is a hammer it drives a nail art is a sharp point it impels art is a secret unknown to man art is prone to tell truth unknown

The Last Coat I wore (12282025)

I can't find the coat I wore I'll know it when I see it one of the pockets is torn not sure which one my life fell through and made no sound since the impact picked myself up off the ground with a handful of loose change I found a long with a few loose screws all senses intact back on track in search of the coat I wore I'll know it when I see it one of the pockets is torn all the pennies in the world can't buy me another one like that

Glimmer (12242025)

Faith is just a

flickering light

Hope is what

keeps it burning.

The Snoopy Dance (Repost)

the past is getting in the way of me having a good time I forgot why or how come we had that fight probably had too much to drink that night probably caused by something trivial like you was sleep and I turned on the light or one thanks giving I might have said your dressing was dry or did you make stuffing that tasted like nothing wait a minute I think I know aren't you the one who ate the last slice of sweet potato pie that's enough for me to spew fighting words to spark a feud I'm not sure I'm just going down the list of things to explain why you still sore after all this time did I hit you that hard you still in pain I don't remember a thing I'm here for a good time not feel bad for giving you a swift kick in the a** I rather snoopy dance

Twelve Years A Page (12212025)

when I first started sharing stuff and thoughts written in my journal online it was on a site called Black Planet I found a spot but couldn't settle in some of the poets were critics some of them harshly critiqued me it was always something wrong with something I wrote or how I wrote it I felt it was wrong if I had given up I wouldn't have made it this far I grew tire of trying to please those godawful misslead poets I mean who made them grand poobah of poetry anyway it wasn't long before I wandered over to the other side of the planet and happened upon the Artist Lounge went inside loved the view and the ambience everybody felt what I was puttin down and I dug their jazz too no one put me down it was all love I hung around for awhile then I wandered off again but there was no love lost I went searching for something different a new wall to scrawl on where words could come alive the only way I could describe the feeling is when I discovered Poetry Vibe I knew I found my tribe