We all live in the lands of illusion..physical, mental, emotional and imagination but they can be so good if you make them so...me I prefer the higher levels of eternal spirit....
This is my version in poetic form of Good Friday - The greatest Friday in all History .
The poem is based on the feelings of a child who finds love and grows with it only to find it all a dream, transcient and fake. Reality is unveiled and the child who is now grown up realises the futility and imprecision of love.
What are our dreams and hopes? Even if our life is short – very short?
a short poem which describes the impact that loneliness can have on us
These are some quotes that I developed through my life experiences. Sometimes the best teacher really is from the "School of Hard Knocks."
This is a short poem which whispers messages of love
a page for my dear old pen and his funny on/off days :) he seems to enjoy irritating me in my moments of inspiration by not working and then when i forget it, he works again :D
Motivating myself not to give up. Are you motivated enough to overlook your present travails and succeed? Welcome to the family!
~ wild sounds in the night ~ ~ angel siren voices ~ Jim Morrison ~ as a moral lion ~ roar before the daughters of the universe ~ Nietzsche ~ then you say how bad & even killers, your children are ~ Charles Manson ~ for the heart whose woes are legion ~ Poe ~ who loves ya ~ shotgun ~
Poems for all my followers. it's really a great poem for those who didn't find their way
Have you ever been to a gift store, or market, and seen cute toys that look like small animals? Some even MEOW, but have you ever thought about the cruel origins of such toys?
So, this blog got quite profound and thought-provoking. What a question.
In fact these thoughts were the results of a mental condition I went through when the lady, a great poetess I respected her most and she loved me a lot as her own child, went away from my life, may be for some time.
So many lives are mindless and unfulfilled. People are wasting away their existences and scrabbling for time in futility.