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Little boy in Kentucky hiding away
In the lonely mountains
Safe another day

Never connected and what would he say
Hope of leaving is not detected
Little boy hide away

All the days surround him with a view he has always known
And life has never found him
How can life find you when you're always alone

Get a life is a familiar phrase you could say
Some hold it like a stone a view he has always known
Little boy hide away

Life is Short ... (Must be a Dream)

Wow another day here Alone....
Sitting here with my Scone...
I'm late again and still Alone......
Just then I noticed a Wisp of a Girl...
Walking by eating a Scone...
She sits beside Me...
Finishing Her scone...
Alas.. I realized...
She and I are eating our Scones ..
and for that brief Special moment....
We
Are
Not
Alone....

There are moments an times in life when sadness comes into play an stay.Things are no longer same.Finding peace thru these times from present an future is often met with tears ect..If said sadness continues on it affects everything...One must dig deep within the conflicted mind to go on..Pushing thru memory's an fear trying to break free of them
. Sometimes the sadness stays.grabbing hold grabbing hold.A downward spiral into madness.pain an lonlyness..Will said person find the spark to carry on.somehow to find inner strength..Hopefully so.Redirecting an practice of calm an Zen will help said person see the lite as love is often cause.

Everything in this world is so conditional:
Moment of wanderings and offenses.
I will tell you laconically.
That in life there is on all a limit:
Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy,
I loved not enough,
I caressed not enough
And value has all the.
Life - not a cheerful carnival:
In her there is both a poverty, and a despair,
Hope that lives in soul,
And fantasy dreams,
And even creative flight.
Treachery and insults.
What can be even more terrible?
Both pain, and grief, and pleasures,
Well, and Lyubov that is stronger than all.
But if all truth is conditional,
answer how to people to live?

I will tell you tak:-"You breathe exactly
Also continue to love life!"

Everyone chooses for itself
Woman, religion, road;
To serve a devil or the prophet,
Everyone chooses for itself
Everyone chooses on itself
The word for love and for a prayer.
Sword for duel, a sword for fight
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses on itself
Board and armor, staff and patches,
Measure of final payment
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses for itself.
I choose too — as I am able.
To anybody no claims I have.
Everyone chooses for itself

before times changed
each gift was given
by those who thought possible
such things as now
fly away to be shunned

placed beyond reach
delicate gloved hands
parry the cold
out from the waves
on past blowing winds
people that once were saved
sell their outer shells

to those of sad selfishness
the great tragedy may be
your fear of exposure
of wounds that never heal
allowing no possibility
for another beating
so long have you worn masks
so long have you etched them falsely
on your own heart
would you confide to
the bird who sings of joy in life
in hushed and broken tones
having forgotten words
and memories
and miss that in each note
is the whole dance
an image in the lake
is a tragic friend
for the wounded

Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise?

It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been.

That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it? It’s all faded now, grey is the brightest colour now, I was used to black; maybe grey has its promise.

Simplicity turns to difficulty, am I broken?, no I think not, just fallen deep into a quagmire, I can get out, will take a while to climb from the darkness, If I look up will I see a circle of promising light what if I climb further down?

One special soul could save me from this; I wonder if that kind soul ever will, no problem, I won’t wear sunglasses here, my eyes cannot be seen and I cannot see my eyes.

Do I like this darkness, I feel cold, is it better than being warm?

I’m used to it now, it hides me from view, I’m silent, and I’m darkness.

It’s dark again.

Rather slow but sure
we human lost our beauty
so much lights have gone
sinking into darkness relentlessly

are we still human
are we animal
or...are we human animal

clearly look but yet blind
can hear voices but deaf too
speaks a lot but can't be heard

is it the end or just beginning
can't feel the air in my breath
can't sense blood flowing
through my vein and my head

will I be in the right end
will I He pick me up with calamity
will He throw to an endless pain
will He shatter me to uncertainty

It hurts
when I look
at me
when I see
all my fractured thoughts
within
my heart
that I didn't believe
my heart
that believed
in me
my heart
that tried
to set me free
my heart
that I broke
on a whim
my heart
that now screams
deep within

me