I have gone, gone afar away
On the forehead memories
Blindness shine below eyelids
Misguided years and the cities
Somewhere beginning of alley
Let I feelings and faces
Departed now last train
The love in so…

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Shalom aleichem

However, there was a landslide on our way

My Long Walk
Many years ago I gave my heart over to the Lord,……When I did this it was not like a door that I opened and I walked through,….
It started out as a long walk,….I was…

All that sleepless
Cold I’ve felt in these bones,
All those declarations
of emptiness
I’ve heard in your statements,

Mao will eventually realise that Mitch is just a loveable little pest who means him no harm. Today (5th January 2009) we had a rare glimpse of them having a truce between their squabbling :)

They too soaked up the sun
let it beat on their worried brows,
erasing the fears and the tears

I woke
sailing safety’s ship,
on
words you spoke,

from the crook
of your
arm

Where Did They Go?

Where is that family that called me home?
I woke up one day and they were all gone,…
First I thought they were off on a trip.
A long vacation I wish.
After a week or two,…
Not a clue,&#…

On A Warm Night In Spring
Can you feel me watching over you
Can smell the fresh sea air
Do you feel the mellow heat
Yours to enjoy

I met Peter Pan.

“Cut out a picture,” said our fourth grade teacher Miss Cobb, skin like milk, eyes opal-green, pupils black as BB shot, “and write a story about it.”

One of them is a Voucher Challenge where you could win a $20 voucher from Redbubble!

I struggle to swallow…
This strong emotion.

Where I was easily lead…
With a piece of stale bread.

A foul taste…
Left in my mouth.

Unpleasant…
As I spit it back out.

Decieved……

The difference is…
I’m different to you.

The difference is…
That I’am unique.

The difference is…
I was born that way too.

And if you don’t like it.
Then you know what …

MY STORMY NIGHT!

My Stormy,…Stormy,…Stormy Night.
I long,….To,….Hold you tight.
In your arms,…I sleep so right.
My Stormy,…Stormy Night.

I wish someday,…You be …

This courage will not be the opposite of despair. We shall often be faced with despair, and indeed every sensitive person has been during the last several decades.