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Somehow history got lost in translation, that was then and this is now, we have Iphones, your phones and my phones,we have facebook, youtube, mytube, redtube, twitter, ,, wow, imagine we tweet to each other?,, all rocking robins, its like we are hypnotized for some reason, and news channels bring the news, about people dying fighting for their lives, and the bully doing the killing is just being watched, really, he threatens nuclear war, and the world bites, let him do what he wants as long as it's not us, we cant survive world war three,, we have to let him be!!!!!!
And the stupidity of it all, he will do it anyway, no matter what we do or say, its time to stop it, take a stand, draw a line in the sand, stand together united and free, its him or its me!! or you,,, or you too.
Tyranny will not be defeated by weak hearts, our fear gives it strength, our resolve never to submit kills it, why not die in the pursuit of freedom than in the chains of CAPTIVITY?
In the words of those UKRAINIAN soldiers,, Russian Warship,,,, GO f*ck YOURSELVES!

And I wonder, if love songs didn't make you sad, and life didn't make you mad, if life was perfect how would you be?
And I wonder, if tomorrow was the end of it all, how would you be? what would you do? Its all a question of love and life, oh yes, it is, what would we miss, without you, without me, nothing to see.
And I wonder, where we can go from here?, tell me where?
I just wonder, from here? to there? to where?
Just wondering!

Imagine if I was you, what would I see? what would I do?. Imagine if you were me?, what would you see? What would you do? Now, knowing we are free, to be what we want to be? Not lost in captivity, you being me, and I being you, what do you think we should do?, ??????

The simplicity of love , can be, lost in diversity,, love can't sustain the reality, of life,,,love is benign, the idea,, show it anything it cant understand and it dies, love is fickle, love is nothing, love is real,, love is love,,, its what we feel., right or wrong,,

So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity, our creativity, and it always ends the same, because we decided to play this game, and we take it to the high, to feel the wonder,, and fly, then we drop into the abyss, and its all over!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, what did we miss?

I've been asked to write about Ireland, well, what can I say?, it's wonderful, filled with beauty and charm, tis true, we've got Guinness and something more, that we just can't ignore, we have Presidents come from the USA , no no let me rephrase, we SENT Presidents to the USA should I say, and they always come back to thank us, just like Barack(?????), Ronald came, so did John, (F Kennedy), Clinton and Bush, seems like when they get elected they are in a rush, to come back home, see the old sod, we give them the nod, well done, my son, and we tell them, remember you are Irish, remember who you are, take it to the limit, take it far!!!

So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewhere for me to stay!

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Meditating on solid ground,
Rising slowly towards the clouds,
A place to speak with no sound,
Music from the wind won't let you down,-

Echoes of a long-lost past,
What is forever never seems to last,
The tomorrow that never seems to come,
Music from the wind you and I are one,-

A mystery, yet to be found,
Silent words of love heard too loud,
Up. down, and all around,
As we travel twice the speed of sound,-

A failure to some,
Winner born to lose,
To the end of time,
Music from the wind sings the blues,-

Music from the heart,
And from the wind,
When all else fails,
Only, we; left to exists,-
--Music from the winds,-

So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction?

The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'm just wondering WAS there a big bang?, hmmmmmmm,, we all came to be,,, was it a big bang?, hmm or a gang bang?, our Alien creation,, our distant relation?
Were they just bored and decided to create,???,Found this world, decided it was not too late, to recreate,,? Who knows?, are we part alien?,, hmmm or are we just apart?
The greatest minds have never come back, so, there's something that we lack, smart beings?,,, and nothing else, it's all about nothing,, because nothing makes sense!