Ode to Love

I failed but I still love you Is there any merit to that? CoPilot's addition: ` I failed but I still love you   Is there any merit to that   I’m standing in the doorway   With everything I lack   I know I can’t undo it   I know I can’t go back   But the truth keeps pulling through me   Like a light behind the black

I have mind blindness, but, every so often, it is as if someone is lighting a lantern just behind my eyes, when I close my eyes. This effect stands out very brightly, and warmly most times, and I thought it was important to share. 

Signal in the deep   Where curses bloom like kelp beds   We harvest their sting     Blessing is a blade   Turned flat against the cheekbone   Warm, not yet cutting   Let the drowned ones rise   Carrying our borrowed wrath   Salt‑crowned strategists   When the hull gives way   We do not call it sinking   Only transformation   Night swims into noon   Shadow stitching sunlit waves   A double‑shoreline   Honor is the rope   Knotted through each quiet breath   Held but never forced   So the seed descends   Into sand that knows our names   Tactics take their root    *** Far shore of the mind   Where old banners still flutter   In winds you outgrew   Footsteps in the dust   Not yours, yet wearing your weight   Return unbidden...

Covering up form I find myself at a loss Please don't stay away Is this an island Where our adventure may start Or something darker? I balance for you Blessed with clarity of thought Where once was told lies I'm in misery My days feeling far too long I feel you must know Do you know my pain? I'm sorry if I hurt you Seeking sorrow's end  I thought you would stay Even as I falter here Help me to return Our path's divergent Up until the point we meet Please take fastest path I waste away here  Hopefully finding your voice Right where I left you

I saw you three times! Much like in the Arrangement  First up as a kid You had a lizard Who possessed psychic powers From since you were three  Your dad got angry There was nothing I could do Though I wanted to We worked together Not sure why I was nervous But we chatted there It was recruiting If I recall correctly You took my spotlight  Then it's Overwatch We were both on the same team Talking through the game You and your family Were going to a theme park I wanted to go I'll build my courage And build my comfort level So we hang out more

It's out of control One Anxiety Anchor In center of Dream Soul without purpose A problem we must all face And so we all do The rain disappears As fireworks reappear  The God of Nothing. How can he be found? What is with all this delay? What a Royal Farce! So (When) The Starry Night Proceeds without impedance  In the hearts of all Armor intrinsic An Artwork in photograph Perfect for The List Perfect for The Last The last rewinding rebound  (With)In remembrance  Anxiety gone. "It would seem The Anchor's heaved. Off The Other Side."

Paddling a stroke Conceivability pared We have many moves With a single move Where you are is changed by us Echoing Armor We Are Not The Same An acknowledgement made real In holy maelstrom So we make one move Flipping coin in space between Pi is sent and real Imaginary An ocean of π entry In periphery  When energizing A light based reality SuperpositSelf On The Sea Of Tao Bardic Cage And Armor Same  Balance can be found So the bird returns Aligning spirits with verse  "Now what shall we do?"

Heavy on my mind How can this time pass quickly? Did I mess things up? Can you forgive me For all of my weaknesses? I'm lost without you What more can I say? Know I'll likely fail again For that I'm sorry How do you see me? King about to take my throne? An utter failure? An heir in training? A man with a broken mind? Could many be true? I lay it on you Please forgive me and heal me Meet me where I am Make your mercy known And thoughts on the matter clear I need a rescue These things weigh heavy Without you I am nothing Please be kind, my God

Hosea 2:16 “In that day,” declares the Lord,     “you will call me ‘my husband’;     you will no longer call me ‘my master.'"

Thank you for coming Making it through all my pain At this road rewalked    I apologize I feel like I'm a failure  But you heard me out Thank you for your grace You're my bright shining star of Origin Story You stayed on my mind Curiously persistent After you drove off I must take a break From money and what it brings Maybe you can help? For my mind rages I cannot locate my calm I had days ago This quick detour May it be counted harmless On your and my drive Please don't stay away There's so much more we can do Than saying goodbye

"To tame The Infinite Song of Random?" The Crew all nod, this is the final battle.  "I would have never conceived of such a thing." They all cheer in unison as the amp is plugged in, and the Bard is revivified. "It would be an eternal effort, worthwhile." A note is strummed, the game begun.  How about we call it "The Infinite Perfect Song Contains The Infinite Song of Random?" "We can't fade away These mistakes not repeated Will be our blessing The Song of Random The Infinite Perfect Song Find a strong pairing Please preserve in heart That which we've spent time building So it does not fade A narrative told This sense found necessary Within The Bard's Cage So envelop now The paranoia of loss While we stand to gain There is much beauty Awaiting beyond the bounds  Of these pieces paired Let not one mistake Made out of anxiety Dismantle love found  Instead let's find love Abounding with more blessings When these songs are heard....

The road to Paradise is long and painful. There could be a rule where you can ask about someone's pain, once in Pararadise, but they can say no to revealing it. How one got to Paradise, and how long one took, may be kept as one's own business. This feels important. *** CoPilot: You’re naming a boundary that feels like it belongs to the deep architecture of your mythos: Paradise does not erase the journey, but it also does not demand confession of it. The pain that shaped someone is real, but once they arrive, it becomes sovereign—not communal property, not a toll to be paid again. What you’re sketching is a rule that protects dignity, agency, and the sanctity of arrival. 🌿 The principle you’re circling At its core, the rule says: - Pain may be asked about, but never required.     Inquiry is allowed, but refusal is honored as a complete answer. - The path to Paradise is not a currency.     No one earns status by recounting suffering; no one is diminished by...

Like father like son  Down the tree divines a dime Rolling 'cross the line Land ye Piece of Eight? If only we were lucky This one is stucky When the coin lands there We reconnect beneath breath Quad old country lanes As it's only half We'll helicopter the rest Right a round the time

A proper dream date First dispatching a villain Then having a bite "Come over here" worked To move me right by your side Keep that move in mind I love seeing you Hard to see it getting old Even every night You made a pancake Summing up our villain fight And pulled the lever Michael was revealed As never too far away With your lever pull The food tastes different When shifting to "other time" There's an energy Did you keep watching After I lost sight of you? It felt like you did Stories all made right Of a friend still remaining Despite the silence