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12/21/25 A New Poem for a New Day

I wanna
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the day,
Sleep through the sun,
Sleep through the rain,
And then wake up to
Go back to sleep again

Blast from the Past:

My paradise sleeps
And finds me in
My dreams.

I sit in your box
Wondering how I can move
Beyond these tall walls

Blast from the Past:

Life’s a chocolate
Box, unsure what you’ll get, but
Each has freaking coffee.

Pulled in so many
Directions. Do this. Do that.
Forced through the motions

Blast from the Past:

We must return to
Ourselves after long stretches
To renew our soul

Outside in the heat
On a persistent quest to
Remain hydrated

Blast from the Past:

Winter beach: lilting waves,
Icy wind, quiet: No one’s dumb
Enough to be here.

Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?

Blast from the Past:

Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples

Wake up too early
Without enough sleep. Oh dream,
Don’t leave me so soon.

Blast from the Past:

My bed calls to me:
“Where are you? I miss your warm
Embrace. Come to me.”

Oh beautiful city
Towers of human ingenuity
Rising step by step
To discover its true embrace in
Death

Blast from the Past:

Perfect, synchronized
Machinery performing
Humanization

Fame only postpones
How long it takes history
To forget you

Blast from the Past:

History always
Exists within the cosmos,
As just one small part

Arising from dust
We are a wild sunflower
Swaying in the breeze

Blast from the Past:

If I were a tree,
I would be curved and twisted
As I search for the sun
And my roots would cling dearly to the earth

We live in cycles
Of failure and success
Forever moving
Towards balance

Blast from the Past:

How grounded we are,
Breathing the earth we make up,
In, out, forever