Don’t bother to explain
What’s the point
Senseless words
Endless thoughts
Unjust accord
Lies extending into deceit
Pullback
Wrath unleashed
Deception one
No discussion two
Possibilities zero
Too much talk and no substance
Where’s the facts?
Can’t keep track
Mind wanderer
Circumstance to nowhere
Words null
Someone said
Nonsense
Who, why and What
Who cares
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
.
.
Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
Let the moment live for longer in our mind,
do not let it go
Keep on sitting close to me
Look at the stars
The Ci-jin island is so peaceful
Wonderful night view from the lighthouse
Just stop your mind for a moment
Feel the silence of the night
Feel its deep secret
Refresh your mind with the sounds of waves
Let all the stress wash away
Look at the lights far in the sea
They look stars on the water
Listen to the outcry of ocean
When it hits the concrete blocks
Hear the pain of pullback of waves
At their return of the sands, pebbles
Bashful slow step write the eternal notes of sadness
In a moment the shore sense the roar again
Roar and slow pullback, and then roar again,
Live this moment in ourselves
We are trapped in the prison of time
These few moments are free
Please do not insist to leave today
Do not let the moment go away
What an innocent night it is
Who knows what will happen tomorrow
Live the life little longer
Nutjob
The church bells rang out in Eastern Ukraine. Up and down the land. In towns and cities, in hamlets and villages. Putin's tanks and guns crossed the border at numerous points. The war was on!
Advancing from so called 'exercises' in Russia. An invasion force in all but name. Backed up by similar forces further along the border. Subdue the east then move elsewhere.
There was only one way to stop it: a former Ukrainian KGB spy smuggled a small package to the Kremlin. It was a suitcase nuke, Hiroshima size bomb. Missing since the Soviet Union collapse.
A weapon strong enough to send a message to Neo Soviet Russia: Don't invade Ukraine! Putin will soon die in a war of his own making. Moscow will be irradiated.
Will his army pullback? Will another hardline nutjob replace him or a 'dove'? In the meantime, war rages and people die. All for Putin's Neo Soviet empirical dreams.
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