Goodbye dad
I am heart broken
That I have lost you
So fast
I can't stop crying
Yes I could never believed
That you had to part so soon
But deep down
I could not stand to see you
Suffer every day
Battling you disease
I tried to make you
Comfortable
Also I had to be strong for you
And it is very hard to do
Yes you lost you battle
And at the same time
It was hard to see you leave
This earth
But at the same time
I must understand that
You are in a better place them
Me
You are living a new life in
Heaven

to genus and species of Homo sapiens,
(who trod across oblate spheroid
since time immemorial
as well as other simians -
classed as naked apes -
and now I enclose a bit of esoteric trivia,
whereby chimpanzee and the bonobo
our closest living relatives
share a surprisingly high percentage
of their DNA with humans,
estimated to be around 98.7-98.8%)
seek a significant counterpart
sought among their respective members,
(whether of the same or opposite gender),
in my case heterosexual partner preferred
within the human league

Damp shiver,
under wanton fog,
lone self plight,
as shrill cry,
swallowed by eerie phantoms,
of snow gust night’scape

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My scenic hometown,
a picture book of sheer bliss,
whose cheerful folk awake warmth,
from friend and stranger,
as they stroll about this place,
whilst savouring its splendour

We bloomed where silence used to sleep,
Two hearts in thaw, no need to speak—
A glance, a spark, a breath between,
And time stood still in shades of green.

Our laughter spilled like April rain,
Soft petals opening through pain.
Too young to name what we became,
Yet old enough to burn like flame.

Now every breeze recalls your name—
The spring of us, still wild, untamed.

I also
Eat men for breakfast
Wash them down with 
A cup of strong, black coffee
Lean back in my chair and
Call the girls for a bitch and a gab
Digesting with friends is the most
Womanly behavior we can manage
Attached at the hip, running to the toilet
To apply lip gloss, give a tampon, cut a line
        Eggs and menace dance in our stomachs
Fed by their fathers intestines and innocence
Wishing my mother ate mine after conception
So he’d stop mansplaining me my dissertation

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I got to have a shoulder to rest
My head when
I am tired
I got to grieve
The loss of my sister
That past away
I got to say thanks
To my friends for
Supporting me all through the
Years
I got to cry some tines alone
I go to understand
That heaven waits for us
And that there is a
Place for us in heaven
I got to help those in need
Now
They helped me before
I got to understand that God
Will answer my prayers
When I pray to him
I got to have some sunshine
Warming my skin
I like to feel the heat on my skin

There’s this exact moment — usually around 3.8x — where my brain says, “Hit the button.” But my hand? It freezes. I wait. I push it. And then, right on cue… the rocket crashes. And I’m just sitting there, staring at the screen, laughing and hating myself a little.

Welcome to my daily ritual with Rocketon by Galaxsys.

“Are there mirrors in that grey reflective stone  sunken well
?
There is really no escaping them is it.?”
Even the jagged slabs seem to have a roundness, an elliptical evenness.”
No oxymoron intended regarding above statements.
Is my mirroresque mirage being inducted?
The sombre but only fleeting
ephemeral ponderousness of central character in this plot’s acerbic mind.
Theodore with elfish  smirk being reflected back in a whimsical wry comic capture of all his facial features.
The grin, the smirk the rivulets on the chin had this ricochet effect.