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I love my life
Because it is mine,
It was so kind
To me-
It smeared me
Like a snot on the wall.
It used
Its favorite trick:
When childhood ended -
It cut off my oxygen.
And now I lie like a fish
In the coastal mud

But here's what I think :
I see this world as it is!
I only ask - "slow down"
I only ask - "not now".
My life has taught me a secret :
"When someone feels pain,
The other one feels gain"
In the meantime I lie like a fish
In the coastal mud

Every touch leaves a mark. ... There are relatives. There are strangers
There are those who indirectly walk with you through life, not really influencing it, but being present for some reason.
There are those who come close to you and change the course of events in your history.
There are those who come and go. Some will leave a trace in the diary of your soul in a moment, others, having been present for years by your side, will not touch the strings of your heart.
It is impossible to predict who will stay with you.
Sometimes loved ones let go of your hand at the edge of the abyss, and completely strangers, suddenly give it to save you.
You can walk along the same road, but look in different directions.
You can go along different roads, but suddenly converge at the crossroads of destinies.
And no one knows what will happen in a minute, a month, a year.
But, bursting into someone else's life, or even barely touching it, leave in it what will become another beacon in the darkest night for him.
Remaining in the soul, this barely perceptible light can kindle a fire after a while, at the most necessary moment for this, when, it would seem, there is no longer any salvation.
Be kinder, more merciful, sincere. This is not a weakness or a vice.
It is a force that has no value.
Speak important words to your dear people on time, because they have the greatest value exactly when they are expected.
Everything that is so important to the heart has its own expiration date.
Everything has its time: the word - its own, the deed - its own.
Speak important words also to strangers for you, perhaps through you their guardian angel speaks to them.
We are all wanderers in this life, partially or closely intertwined with each other and, contrary to the opinion that a person has always been, is and remains alone, I will say:
You have never been alone, even if you are so sure of it.
Each touch to your soul, like yours to someone else's, leaves a mark in the book of fate and changes the course of events.
Be careful, touch gently...

The ship is sinking!
Rats doth flee,
Into the blue,
eternity.

In formless voids,
Rats do rant,
Until their words,
become scant.

A hobby horse,
A cause to vaunt,
But no science,
An empty taunt.

Sensationalist,
Conspiracies,
Rats to sink,
In raging seas.

Of misinformation,
And obfuscation,
There's no sense,
In obturation.

Still the rats,
Proclaim their cause,
Against all scientific laws.

"Vaccines are poison";
(They're apt to rant),
Although the proof,
Is rather scant!

Academia,
Is not their forte,
Into hysteria,
They do foray.

Using "science"
(Of which no one's heard);
Thus they "prove",
Their claims of merde.

Still, I don't wish them ill;
Because long covid's,
A bitter pill.

On they rave,
In words splenetic;
Vaccines (you see);
Make one magnetic!

They have a saint,
That you can see,
An osteopath;
Named Tenpenny.

Now, a saint's a saint,
(And sometimes useful);
Though in this case,
Is most untruthful.

Covid-19;
Designer virus,
Thus we need,
Vaccine inside us.

Coming from the "Institute"
(And that's a claim
They can't refute).

The way it is;
The world is now,
It's not my fault,
So don't have a cow.

Like an addict;
They know not still;
It's the Virus;-
That makes them ill.

There's another saint;
A medico;
Gain of function?
Oh no, no!

When it comes to covid,
Don't be grouchy,
Just say a prayer,
To Saint Fauci.

And lift that veil of,
Ignorance;
So you rats may,
Stand a chance!


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the breeze from the ocean
paused in sequence
with his entrance
the immaculate beachwear
gold rimmed Polaroid filtered
temple of a man
who had accomplished
the two women act
both now sizzling
in his undertow
energized by
Dionysian impulse
for the ultra man

He toasted me from the distance
"to the cause my friend" he nodded
"to liberty from your slave morality"
and with the whitest smile
he raised the glass
and returned to his entourage

The rains came
As so often they do
Filled with heavy monotony
Landing where your footsteps
Had gently crushed the grass

You are no longer with us
But the paths you trod
On your life’s journey
Still remain
Always reminding us
That once you was here

Our emotions lie
As crushed as the grass
But that will find re-growth
And eventually
Cover the history
That you left behind

We have done our weeping
It did not fall
Like the monotony of the rain
It was as gentle as you
All you had to give was love
And it came in abundance

In all of our minds
Now your memory fades
As if blown like dust
In a howling wind
To settle elsewhere

And the rains came again
Once more in that monotony
Of abundance

Yet your photo
Which could not
Be dimmed
Will remain
To us
Perfectly clear

Monday I'm pounding the pavement
the walk, the dead soul pain walk
for a job I've swallowed
for thirty years gone
and every day I pass
that little bank on the corner
where ninety seconds
is all it would take
to break this hell
that and a little steel influence
faces to the cool floor
I'd do a little wheezing now
having left it too long
filling the money sacks
naked ambition
finally realized
and all the while
back home
sitting in the drawer
that ticket to Uruguay

I got bitten by a zombie about a month ago
And boy do I feel guilty
I have this unquenchable hunger for human flesh
Coupled by my belief that eating people is really really wrong
Because you never really get full
I remember in the good ol days of eating pizza(especially at Chuck E Cheese)
And feeling good about it
I could always pull into McDonalds after a hard day and feel good right away
There is no feeling good as a zombie
If you don't eat people you get horrible pain all through your body
I call it screaming pain
As all you can really do is scream your bloody head off
If you eat someone then the guilt is another torture
You don't scream as much as want to cry nonstop
Not to mention the fact that after a month of rot I don't look so hot
So for all you living out there
Take my advice and stay safe
And be sure to stay the hell away from me!!

Twas time for lunch
I went to the shop
I bought one orange, one banana, and one pear
The woman behind the counter says
"I can tell you live alone"
I says "Just because I buy small quantities you think I live alone?"
She says "No you're just feckin' ugly"


I asked my boss for a pay-rise
He said "No you cant"
..at least I think he said "cant"

This is some….
Morning blues
Tasting these
Morning dews
Be amused
I'm amused at these stews
In the pot boiling
Always toiling
Winding n coiling
Chain need oiling
Battery flat
Running on empty but the ego still fat
Rat trap
Flap clap
And snaP
Out of it
Turn around feet on higher ground
The time's not later it's now
POW!
In ya face
Embrace your place in this space
And waste
No time
It's not a crime
To smile n shine
Yes oh yes Uncle Wray is a good friend of mine
But we don't need liquor for a quick fixture
From within paint the brightest picture
On this
This air I breathe
Makes me believe
That I am
And so I be
Thank you very much n yes please

In this soft woven skein; - a chrysalis,
Nests the close-swaddled fabric of her young;-
As life grows ripe with Nature's catalyst,
In a soft downy womb - that's silken-spun;-
Now with the dew of morn is crystal kiss'd,
The young worms glow, as first rays from the Sun,
Bathes each swelling grub in morning light;-
Caterpillar gold, from the depths of night.



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