Ever slow, grief is a challenge, that takes its hold upon the soul, for it eats at you, and it imbibes you with a deathly glow, and though you are not dead, though you are not dead, morbidity is in your head, and the darkness lingers, it lingers like nothing else, like nothing else that…
Read MoreHere I sit at the edge of the pond, as the dragonflies, in their beautiful colours, they hover elegantly about, to the sound of bird song, and in the trees the birds they sing, and they pluck their feathers, and to their partners, they exchange the latest news, and warn of any harm, and of…
Read MoreIn a dilapidated state of mind, how easy it is to relax, and watch the world go by, in a dilapidated state of mind, how the thoughts struggle to form themselves, and how the brow, it furrows at the passing of time, yes, in a dilapidated state of mind, how numb you are with the…
Read MoreDiplomacy is such a difficult balancing act, a heady path, with the greatest heights, where treading so gently, requires such tact, but, how do you restrain yourself, and train yourself not to react, when the minds of war, are in other people’s heads, and, in a rut, and set so far back, and when the…
Read MoreDid the mountain come to you when you called? Did you call loud enough for it to fall, and did it stand unmoved and resolute, or lay in ruins at your feet, large broken rocks and small, and what did you ask it when you called, did you wish for change, did you ask for…
Read MoreDefine the feelings of warmth inside, feelings that come from love, feelings of love that in its full bliss are hard to describe, meandering as they do, through the thoughts, a million times, for such is the beauty of love, that shines in the eyes, and so, it is greater than all who stand before,…
Read MoreWhat is it with these chat show hosts, who entice the weak, and the wounded to bare their souls, for just the cost of dinner, and a night in a hotel, because easily tempted are those who wish to see, the talk show hosts, who strut upon the stage, and who do belittle and cajole,…
Read MoreCharity. You look at the changes taking place, and you look at the world with dismay, and you take one look at the promotional leaflets, and throw them away, for what is its worth, when the news is more of the same, and at your age, what is the point in buying one in the…
Read MoreCarry me over the river, to where I may lay, so gently under the blue sky, to dream the day away, under the gentle clouds come what may, to wander through the meadows, in such lofty summer days, through the beauty of the flowers, and amongst the fields of hay where with you my darling,…
Read MoreButterfly, strong, held up high in the sky, oh, butterfly, now, wherefore do you go, yes, I wonder this, as you float on by, and if I was as light as you, now where would I fly, somewhere exotic, with skies of blue and palm trees too, oh, how easy life would be, If I…
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