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Afraid that I would have to change and adapt to the Vietnamese way of doing business, which means arrogance and pushy, flaunting my money and power , treating others rudely and demanding people to do things for me. Afraid I would lose my humanity.
an old write...only poetic in the sense of the value of freedom of expression...something we all treasure...
Abstracts about life and maturity.
Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.
in 1953 22 people were evacuated from the Islands caus no shops no electric no pubs. People had lived that way for thousands of years Pop..200. Many writers lived here more than any other place in the world of the same size. Life was hard but tthey had much to write about. only
PABLO ESCOBAR WAS LOVED BY THE HUNGRY MASSES, BECAUSE HE FED THEM.HE WAS LOVED BY THE HOMELESS, BECAUSE HE SHELTERED THEM.HIS ENEMIES FEARED HIM BECAUSE HE CRUSHED THEM.HE DID MORE FOR COLOMBIA THAN THE COLOMBIAN OR AMERICAN GOVERNMENT EVER DID..,AND FOR THIS HE WAS CRUCIFIED DECEMBER 1992.THIS MAN SHOULD BE HONORED AND GLORIFIED FOR HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND ACHIEVEMENTS.....THATS JUST HOW I FEEL....LONG LIVE PABLO ESCOBAR!
Just pondering where people live and where they move to. We have certainly had our influx of new people in my small town, I can't say it is for the better.
if you’re ‘right’, someone has to be ‘wrong’, not so long ago we were burnt at the stake for being wrong, now, that is not right, well, what changed that right to a wrong? a simple change of thought-bundles… so, we now have the current se
Life is as old as time in these rugged Appalachian mountains and many old people live as they always have, completely indepedent and proud.
It was 90s.
It is unbearable to watch anymore the plight of refugees across this planet without questioning everything we have been led to believe in and care about.
Nursery Rhymes for the modern age.
I was watching a docomentary called Plastic Planet.
Triped, that’s me standing Set on all three, like three sides to a story The one leg, medial, is key to fruitfulness and who would not want to enter, of the host to whom this step is given? Is there another door, one from which
just my stuff .......ha ha
A FAMOUS LAWN TENIS FRIEND WON A TROPHY JUST AFTER NINE ATTEMPTS
water,water every were but not a drop to drink Enda looked out the window and he did start to think He called up the gang and they started to hatch a plan a secret tax on water that what we will do and sure the residents of the country w
There are no words to describe The sacrifices made for you The Earth Logos for eons of time Those from outside sacrifice bliss So that you may live another day There are things ongoing Stabilising the tectonic plates Limiting storms and earth
People, who can be trusted are very important, It’s so difficult – being reliable person in life. Always those who are kind have to go through discomfort, But without them world wouldn’t be light and bright.
This USA culture I find myself living in really has me troubled at times.
You finally came to our area No more going to Madison to see your films For once you picked a popular subject Donald Trump And why we got him as president in the first place Did you answer the question of why the United States has so many murder
Not always about 'what' you say but 'when and how' you say it that matters....
A Challange
to much poverty in this world..........
So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like
An Acrostic about today's society and political flavorings...
My take on News stations, they are like vultures looking for a corpse
Emancipation was the key to the Promised Land, a sweeter, brighter, a more blissful life stretched out over time. The thoughts of freedom and freedoms came fearful like a powerful wave of sea water; a steadily crashing movement moving more away that
For all the Charlottesville's in the world.
Need I explain?
There is plenty of evidence. It remains for historians of the future to describe aghast at the 20th century.
I dont see how people can buy into this bull , not even worthy of bathroom material and a waste on my cable bill for sure. I ordered HBO not hiphop abs. Love yourself be yourself. Make the change you need or want but for yourself, or a loved one, something better than because somebody somewhere said so. Might as well play a record backwards then kill someone and say the devil made you do it. It worked in the 80's or did that fail too...Cheers
Thankfully it is only a small minority but even that is too much. One death is one death too many.
Times change! I have no opion just an observation!
I wrote this poem when poetry was in my blood, in 2013. I have been re-reading my poetry hoping it would spark my visions off again. Sadly it did not, but this poem speaks volumes as nothing has indeed changed.
i always remember these people fleeing across concrete armored posts all roads in were fortified invading soldiers take to the streets sticks in pointing guns at women and children the mind still bugs me faces of pain down trodd
Poetic commentary about 21st Century politics and cyber-news-casts.
I was reading a post on what money can't buy you. Manners, morals, respect, character, common sense, trust, patience, class, integrity, and love. I know from personal experience that the lack of money can make life pretty aweful. Money may not be able to buy happiness, but it sure can rent it!
It seems with all the cell phones we have rammed up the bullying behavior of people. I read that suicidal thoughts are on the uprise in America. I do miss the innocence of the 70's and 80's when I grew up before all this bad news on my heroes came out. How long before they find something on Will Smith.
It is not the colour of the skin that you live in or even where you are born it is the colour of your thoughts that define your state of mind within a world where thoughts are becoming colour blind
Today, during my meditation, I had a strange experience, I noticed an idle thought dancing before me like a feminine roué, Strange, I thought, I’m in my serious, delightful and rejuvenating daily meditation, so why this distraction? After asking f
Some of the advertisements I see on TV are pretty aweful. One of the worst is for ASPCA, who gives 1/10 of one percent to the poor dogs they claim to care about.
Hi Morgen, nice to see that your back....everybody makes mistakes and forgets things now and again, stop beating yourself up, I know your a good bloke and everybody deserves respect....don't take no crap.....you ain't no fool, just have a good heart....
Thanks SAS rob...
Hey sis, lovely heartfelt write, new beginnings are always scary and challenging, but we must learn to embrace them like the rainbow after the rain, how lovely it is no? This too can be yr new beginning...J...
This my friend is what poetry is all about.Fantastic!...
online today!Pay them properly! If you want quality in anything you have to pay for it........
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