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Something in time something in heart
Can never fade away
Not even in the dark

Something so clear something so dear
Calls love to reappear
Like something in time something in heart

The echo was there now the echo is here
You try to hold it close try to keep it near
Waving goodbye the same hand wipes a tear

I'll take a walk somewhere in the park
The echo will find me and always remind me
Like something in time something in heart

The sky a beautiful blue
Walking on the sand
hand in hand
Just me and you
laughing as a wave
sprays water on our face
We dance in the sand
Your body lean
You sing in my ear
Kissing my hair
I look at you
Your eyes squinted
Your smile crooked
I lean in to your ear
as I whisper
tell me a secret
are you a dream
or is this us

Long and hard has been his walk,
From lush valleys and verdant forests,
To the present-day concrete jungles,
Hell-holes, all of them...

Many have been the grievous wounds the ape received,
And continues to receive,
As he marches on to his nadir,
The almost-darkness that has befallen,
Homo sapiens, sapiens...

From the first bottle of milk his tender lips embrace,
To the first apple he sinks his teeth into,
To the first steak he devours as a proud and hungry young man,
He is wounded by hormones, antibiotics, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and insecticides,
The assault continues with the irradiation of food,
And now, he faces a new nightmare,
"Frankenfood", otherwise known as genetically modified ‘food’ fit only for Mary Shelley's character Frankenstein and the monster he created...

Let’s also not forget the deep and almost incurable mental, emotional, psychological and spiritual trauma,
Inflicted on him by a desperately black and dragon-hearted group of nth-degree satanic beings, hell-bent only on worshipping the almighty dollar and multiplying it by spilling the innocent blood of all in sight...

On the beaches, in homes, in restaurants, I watch in utter despair,
As once-beautiful, healthy babies now in their middle ages,
Have been turned into unsightly, obese and disease-ridden blobs of rotting flesh,
Ripe pickings for a brutal ‘big-pharma’, dedicated to anything but natural, vibrant health,
Interested only in the obscene profits to be made from milking the savings of fear-laden, injured souls, seeking some relief from their many wounds,
By peddling them toxic products, designed only to mask the symptoms and cure... nothing...,
Fattening the already bloated purses of Wall-Street sharks...

The wounds are endless, for both the male and female of the species,
School, false higher education, society and trendiness, banksters, credit cards and mortgages, taxes, prisons for profit, etc., etc. ad nauseam...

Will the wounded ape ever receive lasting healing...???

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

I liked this movie
The thought of bringing back the dead
I miss my dog Brandee
But she would come back all mean and want to bite me
I miss my Mom
But she would come back and want to kill me
In this movie a dad grieves for his son Gage after he is hit by a truck
Before that he buries his daughter's cat at the Indian burial ground
The cat comes back all evil and smells bad
The dad buries his son up at the grave yard also
Of couse he comes back all evil and kills his mom and the neighbor
Who says "Sometimes Dead Is Better"
At the end the daughter is the only left alive
Gage gets shot with a poison needle by his daddy
His dad gets killed by his reburied mom with a knife
I read this book by Stephen King and give it five stars
His dad getting killed by his wife who he buried

Why?, Why? does there need to be an answer to existence,
Why not exist? No one knows, where we go, where this
all goes, if we could only stop looking, we may enjoy being here!
Lets all just drink Tennessee whiskey and then go to bed!

Why would a God create us?, if we never existed before, why would a God make us, limited forever more?, And why, oh why, do we die?
If God created us to be, give us a glimpse, let us see, what could be? and take it away, why oh why, what can you say!

That quiet light that shines in the night
Above the porch door and the snowy floor
What draws a smile wide for what’s inside
How the warmth in kind illuminates the mind
For our hearts be known the love that’s shown
So come on inside and do not hide
Nice and cozy make your cheeks all rosy
Have a seat by the fire and please admire
Recognize the pleasance of your presence
And know my dear you’re welcome here

D reams of sweet young girls
A ll dressed up in white dresses and pearls
I nnocence making white crowns for their hair
S orrow has not touched these ones so fair
I n love or not in love is the game
E ach untouched by unbearable pain
S orrow has not visited them to claim

AND

P ast innocence has been lost
O verseas thousands of white crosses
P oppies blood red decorate the fields
P eople visit the graves to kneel
I n prayer for the mass loss of young men
E very year they come to visit and tend graves of
S ervice men who were a loved one or friend

Why does nothing change? You know this and I know that, I'm right and
you are wrong, who's bigger?, who's more strong?, Who wants control?,
noone can let it be, noone can see, it does not matter, but its up to you,
and its up to me, to let it be, for there are no winners in this play, this is
where you will stay, until you know just who you are, where you can go, and just how
far, here endeth the lesson, tomorrow we can begin again.