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I've no more time to bend my mind The illusion of love must fade away While I can still think I've got to say As I stop being a fool I wave my hand in the sign of adieu Now let the sun come shinning through As I open up the blind Rays of s
Fictional Lenny from the Colonial Office
To one who knows
We got the word that starting in June there will be no masks required at work if you have your covid shots and have two weeks after, then they put a sticker on your badge. Those who are afraid of the shots have to keep wearing those darn masks.
collecting the fruit in Central America
Here's a little romantic imagery to brighten up a lonely soul.
tread carefully
Per essere Padrone del Mondo ci vuole poco: Un paio di scarpe robuste quando fa freddo E una camicia larga e lunga quando fa caldo. Poi si deve andare lontano, davvero lontano da te stesso, Cosi perso e cosi stanco … Cosi solo … E da tutta ques
Vivo in un posto dove le onde arrivano sotto la casa. Un giorno sono giocose e piene di simpatia, L’altro giorno sono minacciose e ti sputano in faccia tutta la loro rabbia, Facendo rumore di un treno impazzito. Ma ogni volta cercano di dirmi qua
Dopo di me voglio che nulla rimanga di me. Bruciatemi, affidate le mie ceneri ad un vento tenero e giudizioso O ad una tempesta amara e disperata. Decidono loro che cosa fare di me senza dover prendere la decisione. Non voglio nessun giudizio, n
It's an up hill battle and a down hill age But don't say I didn't try I wrote I love you on about every page And someday will come when you see goodbye Old men shouldn't write love letters That's for the young at heart to have such treasures
Dont know why this, as it's not that great but, feeling a bit disillusioned lately.
Now that my heartaches are gone I'll be moving on And I'm glad that tomorrow will bring a brand new day She didn't want to give me closure but I got it anyway The ending was kind of loud like a motorcycle on a steep grade And when the noise
One of my biggest disappointments is the lack of funding of space programs. The first man on the moon cost around three percent of the government's budget and ended in 1975. We are moving forward once again towards Mars, but still the political will is not there to put up some real cash towards this goal.
afternoon delight
Lost my VERY OLD account, decided to create another to share a few thoughts. Dan
Transitional poetry about an illusionary moment set in time.
Come on let's Piece this together The pain n the pleasure Through any length n any measure Delving deeper under pressure Trying to find the answer To all the questions they ask But I know it's impossible To go living through the past
Rip rending bending Descending ascending Uncomp n comprehending Destructive forces amending n mending Pour empty full cup to All sending Unfriending befriending No sight of a beginning or ending Closed to open up n sing Giving takin Breaki
My Lamborghini
I was lucky enough to be off work today so I could get a few garage sales in. I asked a woman I bought a joke book about Norwegians if she was, she laughed and said she was Swedish.
Sometimes that feeling of talking to myself makes me crazy, sometimes it makes me wiser ......
Everyday I go down and read to the pigeons. We have an agreement. I read to them and I take one home for dinner. Pigeon 1: “look it’s that tuned loony who thinks we understand English!” Pigeon 2: “I thought he was talking to himself?” Pigeon
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
Nothing for me to see Nothing for me to do That place had a name And now I'm forgetting it too Friends have all disappeared Into thin air If only I could exist In a town of somewhere Wake up early mornings go walking in the dark Lights
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
What are you waiting for? Why don't you let that Love pour? A little more A lotta more I implore to endure The thin n thick of it The two faced liar n hypocrite Let nobody n no thing dampen your Spirit Of course life experiences leave you
I'll ask the moon to serenade you I'll ask the stars to hum along As moon beams walk you home And when you reach your doorstep turn around Look and listen to what your shadow has to say Cause this is how I pray And you will never be lonel
life within the walls
short one
When my selector drops that beat and it feels so sweet can't help but skin teet and dance shank dem feet feeling like I'm on heat This rhythm Tones beats n melodies Like download n streaming mysticalised remedies From that strum on a guitar To
re-spiriting love for those that need it..
The river is winding round round The river is winding round round The world is spinning round round And I don't know where I am The river is looking dirty now The river is looking dirty now The world is looking dirty now And I don't know whe
My dad died in one of those toxic hell holes called a nursing home. I remember a dream I had as a child about hell, the feeling I got was pretty close to the same feeling I got every time I went to this nursing home, at least I got to leave.
There was a boy and a girl who at times they didn't get along So he sat down and wrote a sad song it went this away And that away and now right away I'll go away And you will find someone new and I will cry away my love for you There was a girl
Saying things safely like you're the boss Saying things safely like I'll never make you cross Saying things truthfully like I love you Saying things truthfully like I trust you Saying things knowingly as we share emotions Saying things knowin
In several trips to Singapore over the years I once enjoyed a day at Kranji racecourse.
Got a lot of claps last week for The Ghetto by Elvis, got no claps last night for Burning Down the House by Talking Heads.
I know there is no one to come But I still have my windows open Gazing hopefully Into the distant pathways Where the flowers have fallen I am Just waiting in the patio For the someone I know will never come But I have a chair ready for I k
Flowing across the street as if doing something so simple as to take a walk. Delighting my eyes with the colors of the rainbow. Music playing as it roars into a crescendo rising up to great you as if to say H..E..L..L..O.. This music is carr
ghost rider
Mix your thoughts All jumbled up Life's body grows from seed to dust From youth to adults we gather are thoughts Who are we why we here where we going we do not know On are sole journey Full of life highs and lows We battle are thoughts
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