Our bonds have become our own doing …..
no matter how tightly we are conditioned
how painful our restraints
how deeply we were wounded or by whom
in the end we sit alone
either free to be
or
holding our own hands behind our back
in an ironic gesture
of comfort
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on life, death, and everything in between.
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
Wonderful words and image.
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thankyou x
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Tis true!
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it is isn’t it 🙂
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Mais oui! 🙂
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X!
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Wonderful art and verse…Happy New Year!
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happy new year! preparing to book tickets to Paris!!
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