Ultraviolet light, paintings of Jimi Hendrix, paintings of Frieda Karlo, bright and bold upon a wall, paintings of Jimi Hendrix, paintings of Frieda Karlo, from a creative soul, paintings upon a wall, and under Ultraviolet light, oh, how wonderfully they glow, these pictures composed of large swathes of colour, in paintings large and small, and…
Read MoreTo someone I love, to someone I love, I am here waiting for you to come, and I have the dinner on, and I have a bottle of wine, and I have the music on, I have the empty glasses on the table, and I have the candles lit, and I have your favourite songs,…
Read MoreTo the ends, to the ends of the Earth to the ends of the Earth my friends, for there is nothing here for us but an abysmal end, and this society is on its knees, amongst the hurricanes and the tornados of stupidities, and the idiocy of many who are stuck in their ways, and…
Read MoreThis lack of proper moral teaching in society, this great gap of emptiness, this deafening silence in response, to continual protests against violence, and this deafening silence, of continual repetition, through lack of proper moral education does breed, violence, hatred, racism, greed, and inequality, and it is a terrible shame to see, and why do…
Read MoreThis battle of your mind, when it does it start, I wonder, because you seem to have left your brain behind, you seem to have left your brain behind, and scrabble is no good if you have no linguistic skills inside, but I can help you look for your brain if you wish, because you…
Read MoreTearing up inside, tearing up, with under your chin a yellow buttercup, a yellow buttercup, that you hold in your left hand as you stand on the lawn, amidst the grass where you look forlorn, and you, you begin crying your eyes out before me, a young girl in the summertime, with a love gone…
Read MoreTastes change, I have to say, tastes change, and now mine seem to change every day, yes, tastes change, and I seem to become more fickle every day, yes, tastes change, and there are more choices thrown before me, in life than I can handle, and I am like a juggler juggling all the time,…
Read MoreTake me home, take me home, I feel so alone, so, will not you please take me home, because I am as soft as can be, and as gentle as can be, and I have no fleas, so, please, please, look at me, please look into my eyes, yes, I am a cat, and I…
Read MoreShould it be, should it be, that this is beginning of the end, should it be the end, then take me away on holiday, and let us watch the explosion of the sun, from a desert island, because if this is the end, then let us pretend, let us pretend, that we have a bright…
Read MoreYou go around, you go around again, you go around again you and your friends, and you talk and you talk, about the same subjects again and again, the same major world problems, and you are full of hot air, but you solve nothing in the end, and you go around, you go around again…
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