The games are gone, / My thoughts are exposed, / My lies untold…
I am a mindless walking creature. / I am a moment in the vastness of time. / I am a tired woman, no longer on the verge of greatness.
Not quite a philosopher
Still running the nation, feeding hand full of sand, / Making us proud, Walking hand in hand,
This is about Life in villages in India / Can’t believe I wrote this 4 years ago, / Still seems relevant. / Indian economy is based on agriculture and villages is where the farmers live, / this is their story
Bess ran as fast as her legs could carry her; sweat dropping from her forehead, dampness between her thighs, her eyes open wide as if she…
Hugh Jenning was the head of the multi national corporation New Era. Jenning had a scientific background but had made his fortune by …
For years adults were under the impression their children were getting smarter because of computers and all manners of electrical gadgetry while in actual fact they weren’t. / It was a myth that Hugh Jenning wanted perpetuated. The real story was that everything was getting easier and real skills like being lost. Skills, such as mental calculating and farming, crafts like wood and metal working as well hunting and animal husbandry. Skills that were these days automated and required either someone to put something in and take it out again or push a button. The highly suspicious NE logo / Wonderful portrait background supplied by master designer sjem
Will you share a plate of nachos and a bottle of Vodka?
Why as women do we sometimes, often, mold pieces of ourself into that which we think a man wants? Love, sex, romance, understanding, respect, pain, safety, security, all rolled up into one neat little relationship package. And why is it considered a weakness to admit that you might…just…want…the whole enchilada?
...at the end of nowhere…
Just a REMINISCENCE.
it disappears / into the distance, / a vanishing end / never seen / as though it never was / never will be / has been / or is it to somewhere ...
This poem was inspired by a wonderful work of the same name ~ The Bridge / by the beautiful Cynthia spiritinme All her work mirrors the wonderful person she is; it is wonderful and inspiring, and this one is no exception. Please check out her portfolio of work as well as the work this hopefully honours. Jan : )
I search with my eyes for something, someone / Then I look further and I know you will come / You are there holding out to me your strong arms
everyday is a new day and we all need reassurance of who we are and what we need
Somewhere in america there is a overfilled Homeless facility occupants fed with rotten grocery store scraps Men and women s…
The first 3 to 5 / kilometres / was spent looking / for the train yard / and hoping that the / thing was / there. In the city / up and down …
then we stop to look upstream / upon your face the sun does beam / you bend so slightly to kiss my lips / then whisper so softly this was th…
A couple of years back my husband and I took an unplanned vacation…no kids, no phones, no reservations of any type & no actual end destination. We rented a car, packed a tent, a cooler, some tunes and away we went (we did decide to go south). Out of New York and heading down I95…we stopped in different caves & caverns, saw many scenic sights and had such an unforgettable & memorable trip. One that would last a life time! This is a poem I wrote about that trip…
I know you’re somewhere out there, you’ll sweep me off my feet. You’ll keep my thoughts all steady, you’ll be mine to keep. ...
One day soon / I know I shall return / I can hear my siblings calling: / “Joel, it’s your turn!” So I close my eyes / Fantasise / Take anot…
Do you ever get the feeling that you don’t belong here on Earth? I do. Every day. So this is the beginning of my tribute to all those lost souls out there, trying to find their own place on this confusing planet of ours. Feel the words embrace your soul. And stay tuned for the remaining 4 parts.
The lie was that only lust begot love, and about this he was no longer inclined to play dumb. Too many jaded years, American years, cynic…
To Hilton.
treasures are as desolate rented spaces…that quiet scream will not scream
an out loud thought of wanting…but what…no two persons see a situation or share an experience the same way…definitions are composites of perceptions and beliefs they change…humans believe what they want to believe rational and irrational and humankind wants to believe…but what?
. / Somewhere Inside the Mind the Visions Are So Real This morning I woke up with that emotional feeling, / I was los…
I’m still hurting and I hope you forgive me for crying on your shoulders, but you are my friends and I respect you for being there for me. Thank you so much for caring and reading into my memories.
Somewhere far away there is someone. Someone who cares for you.
A lot of times in life we feel like Jesus is far away. We feel alone. And like we have no one. / I was feeling that way about 4 am yesterday and God gave me this song. WHen the words start coming I have to get up right then and right them down. This song will be sang by my friend and I in the near future.
Scared by the thought of you breaking my shield, / I quickly escape this nightmare, this view,
Another morbid piece of what I’m feeling at this moment in time.
for i know that somewhere / just beyond the rainbow / you’re waiting there for me
song written for those that are grieving but also as a tribute to those loved ones that we have all lost.
She is waiting for him sometimes.. / not a longing that is tired, / but one that catches her breath at times / locked in a meditative demean…
I am connecting this piece to the image below which carries the name: / The Path To My Lover / / . / Everyday, the lover within is honing in on all that brings me clarity and purpose in attaining more understanding and access to allowing my point of attraction to shine. / . / This is about memories and moments and it is about observations that occur. Ain’t life grand? From one day to the next we have the opportunity to breath deep the contrast that is developing more and more clarity around our desires for expanding who we are in our ever loving Life. . / Lovingly, / for NOW. / Linaji
Don’t give me luxuries that wash away, / Then drown in falling summer rain
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