Honor, Respect, Loyalty

Honor was not just a word 

It was inner compass

Felt deep within

Respect is earned

Not demanded like a spoiled brat

Given willing

Loyalty is fleeting

What once was sort out

Is now blown away like a puff of smoke

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

Learning to swim

I dove into the ice cold pool
Sunk to the bottom
A memory immediately surfaced
I was supposed to make bubbles
Being pulled and breaking surface
I looked into fearful eyes
“I forgot the bubbles”

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More