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mad dogs and roses
spines and scent
cutting through
baked hot days
without shade
for I once was
in a distant city
and I dreamt of
Moorish courtyard gardens
streaming fountains
women in hijab
talking lightly
the sun cuts
noon blue
the road
that folds
beyond
bares no
sound
for all
must rest
under the zenith

We fell asleep in one world and woke up in another

Suddenly Disney is out of magic,
Paris is no longer romantic,
New York doesn’t stand up anymore,
The Chinese wall is no longer a fortress,
and Mecca is empty.

Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons,
and not visiting parents and friends
becomes an act of love.

Suddenly you realize that power ,beauty
& money are worthless ,and can’t get you
The oxygen you’re fighting for .

The world continues its life and it is beautiful
It only puts humans in cages.
I think it’s sending us a message.

“You are not necessary .
The air, earth ,water and sky
without you are fine .
When you come back ,
remember that you are my guest.
Not my masters

I read this and it tore at my heart string
I wanted to share this. Author is unknown

Today is in the sunset
Tonight is in the past
The days go by so slowly
Though the years go by so fast

So believe me when I tell you
Nothing at all can last

The problems of tomorrow
Will quickly pass you by
There is no point of worrying
No reason for you to cry.

Now wont be around for long
As sure as all things die.


Paint your dreams with colour
And tomorrow will be fun
Give your soul to today
For a new place in the sun

Time will give you all you need
And Karma will be done.

Listen to what I say, you cant, its not for you, I know better, dont even try, stop, now you are being stupid, and you wonder why you dont succed? You had failed before you began,

Just dont listen!!!, be whatever you want to be, open your eyes and see, dont let others dictate, how you and life relate, use your mind, dont give up whatever you find, then you will be you, and you will see,, it will always end up as you want it to be!

Last drinks in Ballyshannon
'fore we set out for Killybegs
for the fishin's fine
in Killybegs
for me 'n Seumas
and on the road
he is humming
sweet songs from Aengus
for it is the want of Lir
to have us sea driftin'
safe from the Morrígan
and banshees
on the road
and there now
the little lights
of Donegal

You dont have to become hard,
quit deodorant , shun perfume & the razor
in order to be strong...
All that lingering bitterness
can never right the past wrong ...
To create a distorted reality
of how super you are, though
wont help you through the test of time in length ...
Got to stay grounded , be genuine to yourself
because who you truly are
is your precious invincible wealth ...
You say you want this and that
but dont need any of it ...
That's just a hypocritical argument
that easily falls flat ....
You just can't bring yourself
to be honest and admit .

What's wrong with being human, vulnerable ...
have needs still unfulfilled , but more than able ...
As long as you remain standing ... productive...
creative ... and still willing to dare
As long as you know
of the things to beware ...
Time goes mercilessly forward
and we all grow older ...
But quite pathetic to age embittered,
alone & lonely but in denial ...
A huge boulder for a chip on the shoulder...
Not willing to recognize & embrace
that which is vital ...
one's vulnerability and being perfectly imperfect .
No rocket science, really .. though in many cases,
for them, seem like a wellkept secret ...

You cant invite in love, contentment,
and overall happiness
if you face these with fangs and claws all bare ...
You've got to simply open up enough,
without keeping a tight tally when time to share ...
And that genuine beauty from the heart
on the outside of your being, to show & wear ...

How can it be that humans
must spend half their lives
re-evaluating what they received
from those who adored
cherished and would even die for them?

How was everything so efficiently whitewashed
that humans did not know they were not
what they wished to be
but what they had to be?

Is living with their imperfect un-absolved
unfulfilled selves impossible?

Evidently

What about a rewrite then?
Let me set the example:

“I, human, resident of Earth, Galaxy, Space, etc., ad inf.,
do declare that whatever my authority rank class
popularity fame reputation possessions virtues feats
abilities and characteristics
I am and shall forever be
no more or less capable than any other human
of performing the most reprehensible and revolting acts.

My repudiation of the above is a cowardly denial of my humanness.”

signed

.

I wonderd? Is it the end of the beginning,or the start of the end,? hey, do you care? we are f*cked either way! , we are lost in contemplation, of a life of complication, who cares, how it goes, dont sweat the small stuff,, noone knows.

How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our prayers.
Our way to live in our world of change, check the wii fii, check the range, so, go asleep,, rest and be calm,,, tommorrow, wake,, and welcome,, our lamb.

He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you!

What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this is how it should be, HE told me, 'this is perfection, you walk the walk,, I talk the talk, can you not see?, I live in splendor, YOU in misery, YOU helped to make it this way, You dont speak, YOU, HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

So, who would you rather be? It's your call, big brother, you?, or me?

You started this life without expectation, big brother really is not your relation, there's more to life, there's lots and lots, PLEASE, just stop and think,,,,,
CONNECT THE DOTS.