Radiant, radiant beauty, as content as can be, radiant beauty as if a flower, amongst the dullness of society, radiant and elegant, and not as bland as many in your eccentricity, and certainly not bland in the way that you dress, but at peace in your individuality, and oh, what a smile, what a smile…
Read MoreProgress, it is what it is, a slow march at best, an evolutionary trail, trod by those who with snail like pose, crawl along, and get nowhere quick, and how frustrating it is, and how irritating it is, and how often the lack of advancement, leaves you depressed, and bereft, bereft of sanity, and how…
Read MoreOut of this world, in another place, what a wonder it would be, far away from the human race, where there is peace, that far too often on Earth we do not get, and far too often we are not able to relax in its grace, yes, out of this world in another place, far…
Read MoreOn this lonely road, on this lonely road to who knows where, on this road to where many do not go, how many terrible disturbances in modern society, there are of the soul, that disturb your mind, and that disrupt your flow, on this lonely road, on this lonely road to where many do not…
Read MoreOn angels’ wings, she lifts me up as she sings, my love, my love who stands before me, and it is as if a dream, with her voice a honey covered sweet, glorious thing, that stirs my soul, and oh, how her voice it does beguile me, and how it does so mesmerise, and wake…
Read MoreNo, I do not mind, I do not mind the time, I just want your company, and to hear the symphony of your voice in the evening time, a voice so beautiful and glorious, a voice that always rouses my heart, and that always stirs my mind, and wherever you are I find, that time…
Read MoreNever let your heart be overruled by the mind, and never be bitter, and never be unkind, and never whatever the weather, bring such moods of the heart and the mind to others, moods who others will despise, and do not regret what you cannot change, and do not sigh, but live in the light,…
Read MoreIn Futura, a high rise, a high rise painted, as black as the night, a high rise with many blocked up windows, and strange people inside, and in one apartment a man, who lives with his mother, a man who lives with his mother, even though she's died, a man, a man who feeds her…
Read MoreMurky skies, raindrops before my eyes, yawns and sighs, a dismal grey, apathy settling in my mind, the normal kind, on this kind of day, in the wintertime, not what I want to see but something that I cannot erase, as God he plays with the most miserable colour, and paints it across the sky,…
Read MoreMoonshine, sunshine, bright light, dizzy heights, in the blackest of nights, amongst the stars, amongst the stars glowing so beautifully in the sky, amongst the heavens, the heavens that move the heart and the soul, and that enlighten the mind with wonder, that the sight does prescribe, a medicine for humanity, high above our heads…
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