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And Taylor wrote, "When heaven intends to do some mighty thing, he makes a poet - or at least a King, and those that deny will find the way, by wondrous accident perchance one may,
Grope out a needle in a load of hay;
And though a white crow be exceedingly rare,
A blind man may, by fortune, catch a hare.

Or ride a horse in quarantine, no covid-19!

Wonderfully standing free, thinking , writing, how it should be, memories of times gone past, inner emotions, they may last, wanting, feeling, caring with love, seeking inspiration from above, lost promises, lost belief, left with nothing, no relief, until the morning sun does shine, for a new day, and a better time.

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 can be!

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'm gone? Well we were not here before we were born, and we won't be here when we are gone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,or will we?

I asked myself the question,,,, "who would I be if I was not me" and the answer was clear,,, I could never be ,,,,,,,,,anyone but me,,,,,,,,,,,,,I could not be you, if I wanted to be, and you could not be me, do you see.

Even if there is reincarnation,you will always be THE YOU, that you are, and were, and always will be, born and died, lived and cried, then reborn to start again, its not really new, its always the you!!,,, maybe new looks,, new places, new traces, but you always know, there is no more,,,,,,you have been here before!

Where there's yesterday - today's tomorrow
Where there is love. yes love
There's a bittersweet sorrow
And you
You're not exactly alone,-

A smooth snowy drift
In the quiet air
The Snowman cometh
Just to stand and stare-
And he's thinking of you
What else can he do?-

The rain picked the right time
And fell from the sky
The soft snow turned to deadly ice
The Snowman froze with no place to hide-
No one loved him
No one cares
Has the sun started to melt away his frozen tears-
And you
You're not exactly alone,-

Surprised to see it's summertime
The birds they sing
The flowers bloom
The leaves turn green-
And there is love, yes love
Bittersweet love-
Stepping outside while the weather's fair
Baby butterflies dancing around your hair-
Feeling free - Swirl with the breeze,-

The rain picked the right time
And fell from the sky
Warm summer days
Returned to cold winter nights-
No one loved her
No one cares
All alone, cold, teary, and scared-
And you
You're not exactly alone,---

I wrote a letter yesterday, to a friend of mine, I really didn't know what to say, I told him that there was war and people were dying, bravery prevailing, but children were crying, there did not seem to be an end in sight, and could he help me on this night, I told him I was lost, nothing more that I could say, and could he help me and show me a way, for me to understand what was happening in this land, and he replied instantly, "what you see, is not for eternity, it's part of existence, you show no resistance, be brave, be who you are, it will take you far, then tomorrow will be, for you with me"

How do we feel today?, too overwhelming for anyone to say, regression, depression, fear just being here? Confused? Refused the right to live, to give, no verbal discussion, just physical concussion, and all because of (rushing), into a whole new way, who pays the price?, we pay, no end in sight, wrong or right, we stumble on into the night, and we hope, we pray it will end, ,,,,,,,,,,,today!

I'm angry with the present, and I'm angry with the past, the past brought this present, guess nothings meant to last, I don't know about tomorrow or how it will go, I just hope the innocent are spared, I hope we show we cared!

Who knows, who grows, within a life of different ways, who says? that you are right or wrong? The world is ours, our heritage, not one human being, to dictate what we are seeing,., or a group of people to decide MY future, how DARE they think that they can organise a world of lies to create, change my fate, I won't sit down and let it be, I'll wait until tomorrow, hmmmmm,,,, well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,lets see.