I've reached the end of the beginning
In my mind.
I've seen it
So clearly.
It came to me
In my dreams
But it's finally here for real.

I began together
With Shaya.
Then came Sarah
Then came Faye.
Then there was "we" and "us".
This was the beginning
Of the real thing.

My beginning ended on the thirteenth.
There was a new "we" now,
My A Team.

Along my walk at break of day
I feel the meek desire to pray
For though my steps are bound and mere
My heart transcends pure thoughts, so dear
I'm silenced by this blest display

I cherish how the leaves may sway
As teasing breezes beg to play
With willow trees I shall revere
Along my walk

I'm ambling through a bold Monet
As daffodils perform ballet
Their faces bright, their charm sincere
And I am spellbound to be near
The triumph in this dawn's bouquet
Along my walk

after implementing long overdue criminal justice reforms,
especially affecting marginalized groups of people.

I vote for more lenient, progressive and tolerant treatment
towards undocumented immigrants, plus implementing
a humane win/win system to modify societal criminal behavioral.

Hear ye.... hear ye... All robust asylum seekers,
and able bodied prisoners with minor infractions.

Cue chiming Church bells
ringing across the land
from hilltops to valley of the dells.

Time stands still,
a picture of you and I
there on the lawn!
Moments like these
I happen to treasure!
Verdant new vistas appear
in the here and now!
Traveling through time
I ask you to wait for me?
Nothing consoles
like a freindsip so true.
Taking the time for
your bright conversation.
Giving and taking
intelligent thought.
Only your words
can heal this great loneliness!
I've no one left
to fill this vast emptiness.
I've burned all my bridges

I possess two Auntie Barbaras
on my maternal side;
each put Valium in their husbands’ flasks:
both subsequently died.

Uncle John a motorway accident,
Uncle Cliff a machine at work.
Not from malice or collusion,
just the usual married hurts

and anxieties of housewives
fobbed off with chemical relief,
whose protests end in tragedy.
Now united in their grief

the Barbaras live up on the hills,
far from where mishaps occur
and they beg that when I visit them
I bring ginseng and St John’s Wort.

I am alone
A classroom full of people and I still feel alone.
A day full of compliments but I can't help feeling empty.
While I walk through the hallway that's full of smiles and laughter,
I keep my head down and try to make it through.
As I make it to my locker I see my "friends" all talking in a group.
They ignore me, and I ignore them.
When they finally call my name,
I look up and a smile brands my face.
As we talk to one another I force myself to joke and laugh and keep this big, fake smile on my face.

You are that rainstorm,
I’m swept away in the downpour,
You are that blizzard,

I’m a shard of ice,
I’m melted,
In your fire.

You are that dream,
I place in my heart,
My destination,
A lifetime pursuit.

Oh, Elon, of the endless Tweets,
how Starmer earns your ire,
did he reject your Tesla car,
or did he really light the fire?

Does Keir refuse to gaze in awe,
at your rockets in the sky?
Did Labour's leader laugh too hard,
when your X became a why?

Or is this purely Musk at play,
a prank gone far and wide?
From tunnels deep to distant Mars,
with whims he cannot hide.

Once you cross the bridge
And walk over to the other side
You can never return.
You know where you've been
It was all darkness
And it will make you unwell
Deep inside.

Over the other side
Is such a better place
A much sunnier place
And you will improve.
You will feel better.
Your healing will begin.

while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from mid-day siesta
exuding peaceful easy feeling
total all encompassing bliss
suffused body electric of mine.