Six sides
Slams the door Heavy the hinges grinds that Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before Light flickers Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard Six sides one is trapped One sits to one fate to one's dispair Stench of
Do not go gentle into that good night
Poem by Dylan Thomas
—-I am a broken heart—-
My life is a funeral dying in life living in death remains not yet to be sold beginning to old, to many deaths to many ways to call it home, the remains to be left with all this alienation building from all things, starting over and over until I find
Reality?
Reality appears in the worst of times, never to be seen in the best of times, when the shit hits the fan and nothing goes according to plan, well, that's reality, when doom and gloom enter your room, it's reality, suck it up, take it on the chin,
Not really anything!
Why do people think soo much about life AFTER DEATH? Is it the same as life BEFORE BIRTH?, we must have been in the same place, we don't remember, so, we appear and then disappear, I don't know where I was a year before I was born, same place when I
Sadness for Ukraine
Afraid of the light is almost all right, darkness is better, no bombs to light up the night, such a way to live, soo hard to forgive, ,, lost in pain,,, cant explain,,, but, we all feel the pain! Come to us, be free, we will help, the best that we ca
Mad Monkeys
Mad Monkeys...Humans giving Monkeys a bad name....