ah you, flirting inside my dreams and contemplation; did I inveigle you here into my mind? maybe you’ve arrived of your sole self-volition? I don’t want you to be here in this my lone peaceful place. I will decide to ignore each your lilac gaze, redtinge hair, thigh-slit tanned leg, wisp waist, pliant breast, your flesh; warm flesh; soft warm flesh. I will not overlook your disparaging heart, and grating teeth spitting verbal vilification, your keen claws, ribald affair, the broken trust; the tri-polar triangle of him, you and this naïve sap then the serial raw malevolence of a woman scorned. But…as you’re here now…may I please have this dance?
Sometimes when living large we meet a squall
Or turbulence perturbs our arrowed aim,
Quite commonly some barrier forestalls
Or vague hint that our path might end in pain.
At other times approaching zenith nigh
The altitude has queer effect on sight,
We squint to see if we have gone awry
And then we find a stop-sign glaring bright.
Instead of hedonistic fame and power
A better gauge to measure life’s success,
Would calculate time used to smell a flower
And calibrate health, love and happiness.
A barrier can serve us to remind
We’ve left the purpose of our course behind.
Australians all let us find voice For we are being deceived Our country’s politicians foist Their scorn on refugees Send Tamils to Sri Lankan camps Like Jews of history On UN stage, the world will rage But blame not Aussies please Our politicians act for selves Ignoring of our pleas I need the watching world to know THEY DO NOT ACT FOR ME
From Mein Kampf by Adolph Hitler (Chapter IV Paragraph 5)
From the very first moment I came to love with a feeling of youth a thousand more things the marvellous energy my heart’s strings entwined inseparably connected inwardly contented blessed with a feeling for beauty
Hysteria in Syria they’ve lost their equilibria it’s causing wide dysphoria no food and getting wearier no water aid criteria some praying to their god Allah and others to the Curia depends on their insignia But everyone is angrier Assad has monomania he’s fixed on his dystopia while all around is bloodier His wife is getting bitchier her greedy hands are itchier for dresses from Pierre Cardin or trendy shoes from Louboutin Continue reading →