eggs break into chicks
broken gems mould new jewels ---
glues laugh at cracked hearts
If it’s possible, angel baby
Take me to a green side of planet
Let me hear the ocean wailing
Telling beautiful lies, I’ll share it
Now it’s getting a bit too tough
Bit too anxious, bit too uncertain
I keep sending my words of love
Hope they barely flap that curtain
If it’s possible, let her know
That I play her messages daily
At late night, when it’s time to go
So our time is still saved from fading
But if it’s not possible, then
What would be next, don’t tell
There’s no point to repeat again
What I know myself bit too well.
POSSIBLE PARADOXES-:-
instinctively
attractive
opposites
seeking
unity
of INVOLVED SYNCRETISM
aptly
open
conviction
sovereignly
assured
with IMPRESSIVE CREATIVITY
establishing
harmonic
awareness
enthusiastically
endowed
2026.04.10
It has crossed my mind,
Just once, we could share one night,
Lay on a soft green grass,
Under the starry light,
The sky be our blanket,
The lawn be our bed.
I turned away my back,
You gently stroke my side.
I rested with my eyes open wide,
As I wanted to see you whole night.
We would compete in writing,
As we did once in Philip Island,
After I swam freely in the ocean.
While you explored the tourist town.
It was 15 months ago,
Does it seem like yesteryear to you.
Faith made us cross path,
You broke our friendship apart.
That was all what left in my heart,
How you valued our relationship.
Life moves on regardless how one feels.
Time heals all wounds,
I pray it better be soon.
Is it possible to be living and dead
Is it sanity to always be living in your head
When shadows move and voices talk
Is it any wonder iv lost my spark?
Mania is a complex beast
My Neuro cells have increased
Chemicals floating in the brain
Not one of them helps me feel sane
Be alone or mix with others
What is the best way to recover?
Medication can only help so much
Meadows and faries I want to touch
Grounding myself as the voices take hold
My body shaking, I feel so cold
Music playing in my head
Am I half a sleep or am i half dead?
This mania couldn't be stopped
It's a new mindset I have to adopt
A benzo a day to stave it away
But the voices and shadows will be back to play
My body hurts, my mind so torn
Agitation has now taken hold
Now my speech is totally affected
Everything about me is disconnected
So on I go for another day of turmoil
Another day I wish I could just smile
Pills are taken let's just see
Will this mania defeat me?
From violence give us release
No excuse for the shootings
Near Bondi's sandy beach.'
We are formed in His likeness – three in one,
Body, mind, spirit, we are created anew.
As in our hearts we think, so our course is run -
The soul reflects what inward thoughts pursue.
When Christ we claim, our spirit wakes and sees
Heaven’s truths which once lay dormant and dim.
Belief ignites like fire upon the breeze,
And all things bloom through faith we hold in Him.
He spoke: “All things are possible - believe!”
So, we declare, decree His boundless good.
In trust, the chains of doubt begin to leave,
And miracles arise where once none stood.
With God, the vast impossible shall cease -
In Him, the tide of hope and grace increase.
let me love you again
in love with you in every way
in love with you in every way again
things you are
giving up
giving you up
i need to give you up, but i know not yet how
why can't i view you as a friend
why can’t i get over it
it’s been so long
addiction
my strange addiction
my favorite man
i hate you
i am selfish
i know you didn’t do this on purpose, but it has always felt like
you did.
what you did.
maybe you did it on purpose, and i am gaslighting myself
was that wishful thinking
do i wish for vengeance
why have you forsaken me
where did you go
i miss you
i miss you more than you will ever know
forbidden fruit
goodbye
i wish you knew
i wish i had kept you blocked
i cut myself on the same rusty knife as last time
now i want to be dead
it does not feel well
it does not feel well with my soul
I have a great God who can do great things!
I choose great thoughts to see what it brings!
I paint my life in great, my thoughts are my brush.
A masterpiece takes time, so I will not rush.
Everyday for me is great! that's what I choose to see.
I expect God my Creator to make it reality!
He says it don't require great faith, just a mustard seed.
Trust in Him, not money because that leads to greed!
Everyday upon awakening I say "My Life Is Great!"
God will change something in me, I'll be patient and wait.
Trusting in Him makes me feel so good.
If anyone can do this, I guarantee you He could!
It's possible to know from whence I came
There is no need to even have a name
I am a part of eternal creation
Reunification is my destination
Born of the same energy of all creation
I seek form to experience the relation
Between the parts that make up the whole
Unveiling the purpose of my soul
Life in any form any time or anywhere
Has the opportunity to become aware
To understand its relationship to the whole
Revealing its purpose in life its unique role.
Be thankful for life and for having a part
Interact with the others from your heart.
Politics is the art of the possible
And of the impossible too
Politicians make you responsible
For all the bad things they do
The people from other countries
Despise you although they know
You’ve no power to finish this
Art of the impossible show
So you are a pariah nation
You are never an individual
It is you who waits at the stations
But still your train is not visible
It is you who’s no goal to achieve
Who is relentlessy condemned
It is you who should never be
Indistinguishable from them
Because politics is an art
Unfortunately, not a science
Every day makes a new start
Every week it’s a new alliance
Politics is the art of the possible
And of the impossible too
Should’ve been a museum fossil
But it’s not, cause one’s dreams come true.
Never boasted
Always looking
Up to thy creator
His power
Self reliance
Believing he can do anything humanly possible.
Never chased clout
Steady Self reliance
Believing in hard work
Consistence in all he does
Some people's love
Comes with intentions
So; he's steadily relying on self
Without pretence or defence
No alliance
Just self reliance
Only God his supplier or helper.
The doc prescribed a medicine
To make my bones grow strong.
It seems they’ve lost some density
As life has rolled along.
I’ve had the pills for quite a while
But haven’t taken one,
For I’m afraid soon after,
Side effects will have begun.
I read what all the experts say
From clinics quite well-known –
The Mayo and the Cleveland,
Which report what tests have shown.
I’d be better off without the facts
These places have prepared,
For learning what can happen
Only makes me much more scared.
I’ll try some yoga and will boost
My calcium to still
Any qualms about my bones –
That seems much better than a pill.
Don't underestimate your power
You are stronger than you think
Believe in the power of the heart
Anything is possible.
Take on the challenge of every day
With a positive attitude
And life will surprise you
Unexpectedly.
Getting better every day
Even just a little improvement
Is good enough to light a bulb
Trying always getting to perfection.
Goals are looking the sun every day
Though far but look near to see
And every step of the way is sure sign
That everything is possible under the sun.
Der Spiegel In Kashgar
Where the Silk Road begins, I bought an apricot
saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl
over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin
and yellow silk dress
Do you see this man on a bike?
I asked the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a famous man
except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market in the world
Europe is puny, colorless, and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar, so far from Cuba?
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with cigars, the USA is too close
to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built with pipelines
and trains to Hamburg's famous market of whores
selling flesh from dimmed-lit rooms
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go to Kandahar
or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
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