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it comes from a numb Mind, I hope to come back to it to refine it and turn it into something a bit more passionate some time, but the ideas are there so that’s a start, thanks Scott. :)

thaks Rhenastarr. ;)

mmm… weird how people tend to spend millions of dollars and lots of energy tackling the problem but never the cause… ;-)

Ha! if I could pronounce and spell the name of them I’d tell you what they are! ;-)
I don’t know, maybe I’m just in a calmer mind-set to what I used to be and my style of writing has just mellowed and changed… Still trying to figure it out. :)

Thanks. :)

thanks trwoody, (sorry, I have a shitty memory for names! haha!), oh, I’ve got text files of ideas all over the place, nothing I can string together to make anything creative out of yet though, but still, they’re resting there, like little fetuses waiting to be conceived! ;-)

can’t say I agree that money would solve the problem, but yep, unfortunately, that’s the way the world spins… weird when you think that money is just paper that’s invented to control.

maybe later… not yet, it lacks flow and creativity, but the concept’s there I guess. thanks Lisa. :)

yep… back to basics I guess.. thanks amanda. :) xox

Fine in concept, crap in creativity! haha! Thanks Crow. :)

galloping? lol… As long as your horse doesn’t stumble and fall before the finishing line. ;-) Thanks tyf.

lol… thanks madvlad, maybe I should write a poem about the curse of chemical confinement? ;)
it seems humanity always invests time and energy into trying to solve the problem… but never the cause. ;)

hahaha! Bad monkey! Bad! LOL… Yep, that’s the genius of southpark, telling it like it is! thanks for the laugh tyf. :)

Thanks Helen, but your own passion and ability to create constructive Change goes unequalled… After all, talk is just talk, and a poem is just a poem. ;-)

Thanks Matt. :)

mmm… it lacks passion to me, I seem to be writing thoughts but not feelings, maybe I’ve just mellowed and am more at peace than I used to be and so my style of writing has changed accordingly… not sure, but I don’t get that same sense of release any more that writing used to give me. Thanks Paul.

yeah, but to be raw I have to feel intense about something, like really pissed off or depressed, and my Mind has been main-streamed, so I guess I’ll just have to dish out diluted slop for a while. ;-)

great message and poetry in that song… someone shoot me if I start writing poems about flowers, rainbows and tuis shitting in kauri trees… haha!

thanks funkyface, it’s a start I guess… :)

it began as a kind of a though, more like a report or something, and then kind of fell into being a poem, I prefer work to flow from the beginning to end with more intensity, but at least it’s a start, thanks Wendy. :)

Well trees and nature are definitely healing and soothing to be amongst. :)

hahaha… I’m not sure who I am kristin, but i know that I’ve come to the point where I really don’t give a shit either! lol… Thanks for your encouraging words. :)

Thanks Jen, maybe, one day. :)

It kind of started off like a factual report or something and then flowed into verse, I might adjust the beginning some time, or I might just keep it as is, either way, it’s all I can pull out of my addled brain right now, thanks for your kind words mark. :)

Ha! Thanks Dwayne, I’ve got text files of ideas all over my computer waiting to be turned into something substantial, the bits I have make good lines for posters and image combination, I’m not quite able to write an entire poem yet though. :)

not sure exactly what ‘love’ is for another person, other than a form of codependency, but I’m sure that Self Love is a great place to start. thanks charlie. ;-)

yep, it’s that ‘deep place’ that I kind of miss… weird, it’s sort of like that compelling feeling a woman gets when she feels the need to return to an abusive partner… I’ve grown co-dependent and controlled by my older Muses and Poetry, I liked the way they dominated and took over me… ;-)
Might make a muse out of that concept some time… ?

someone told me once about this reknown poet, I can’t remember his name, he wrote a prolific amount of intense poetry and then one day just suddenly stopped, could never write again and never did… I kind of feel like that, but yep, the ideas are still there, thanks AR. :-)

thanks msdebbie, oh I have oodles of drafts all over my puter, but I always forget to come back to them to make anything out of them. :)