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Sweet Gaia
18:04 Apr 30 2011
Times Read: 766

Gossamer green swathes her form,

and all around me the woodland

weaves it’s magical spell, as shafts

of sunlight penetrate the leaves

overhead o my face, an for moments

o perfection, like this, I live. I Live.

Moon Jinx
02:00 Apr 28 2011
Times Read: 772

Lookin at my friends list

I got to feelin pissed, for

it seems some are selective

and quite often defective,

as the Moon plays hijinx,

like the Minx she is…

Girl on a bike
23:58 Apr 21 2011
Times Read: 793

Girl on a bike

white dress

golden flowing

hair; as she pumps

her legs, smiling;

just enjoying believing

alive on a fine blue sky,

warm day out in the green

lanes, to The Mere , when

a fellow in a black short,

sports car, and slick black

hair and shades takes the

corner, way too wide,

spoiling her day.

societ's dough
23:26 Apr 20 2011
Times Read: 798

society makes the rich rich

and leaves the crumbs, for

the bums on the street &

it is them who will pay, as

'they' say, let them eat cake.

leaving their packaging
00:15 Apr 19 2011
Times Read: 807

On the way back from Raby Mere, I concluded that every dog-walker leaving their plastic bags of poop, every walker leaving their health-giving natural spring water plastic bottle, on the green verge and, every motorist, who drive too fast down the green lanes, with music too loud, leaving their fast-food cartons and packaging on the side of the road and, in the green bushes with many in flower and even examples of all of these thrown down the embankment in the woods, to fall by the stream, should be hung, drawn and quartered.

Choose
23:48 Apr 17 2011
Times Read: 817

remember that line in Trainspotting?



Choose to Live.



And, look for a reason later.



One can't regret it afterward.

:D
23:31 Apr 16 2011
Times Read: 824

a smile,

a hand

a walk

on sand

awhile.

For the little people ~ 'Playaway'
16:38 Apr 15 2011
Times Read: 837

**clap hands**



Playaway wayaplay wayaplay wayaplay, A plaway, wayaplay wayaplay wayaplay wayaplay wayaplay… day.



**clap hands**

Players Path
13:09 Apr 15 2011
Times Read: 843




Players say as they do, causing strife for others whose response is to take the bite and fight, providing the player with another notch in their warped psychological path, which makes their day so special to them. And, do they dare to care about the harm that they cause? Of course not, for if they did choose to see, what they create with their words, they might develop a heart that can feel: and then, where would they be?

No bird words
14:22 Apr 12 2011
Times Read: 866

Some people speak of honour and trust

yet their words are not fit for the birds

especially the ones that sit ‘neath their

userpic, to the right of the screen, if’n

you know what I mean? After all, they

speak of tolerance, yet show none and,

expect of others, while they supply little

to none themselves; and meanwhile, their

rants betray their hypocrisy, as they speak

well of those, who do as they have spoken

so badly of, time passed. And, that is to say,

that they should pay for their eloquence, with

a heavy dose of honesty: that few will provide.

... one can do no less.
16:58 Apr 10 2011
Times Read: 886

Truthseekers look at the gamesplayers, wondering why they can be mean and, how can it feel, to be such a bein, who is nasty and quarrelsome, seemingly, just for the sake of it and, they wonder what they can make of it, as they do as they do; and yet, by talking of it and, confrontin them about what they say and do, they are just giving them, what they want, yet more attention; yet truthseekers can do no less… if for no other reason that some cannot say as they can and, for the harm they cause, gamers are an annoyance, that one must address...



{{…even tho it’d be better, to picture them in white fluffy mules and a Pink Dress.}}

Sage&Onion
12:28 Apr 10 2011
Times Read: 897




Went to my favourite journals page: and, like some sage, of old, she informs us all we’re wrong: Yet to me, the fact that she can defend the indefensible is nigh on derisible and says more of her and, how little she might care how

they affect the well-being of another, than it does of that which she speaks, which is no surprise, as so often of late, their words illustrate, that the one person they care for is

the one they see when they look in the mirror and, no other.

Dear Mr Cameron...
23:59 Apr 08 2011
Times Read: 915

Dear Mr Cameron,



Mr Osbourne says Labour left us broke,

yet we can give gift aid to ‘poor’ China,

soon-to-be the new superpower, an we can

give aid-money to Pakistan, who have been

known to use this money to support the Taliban

and, all this time, cuts are being made to necessary public services; and the planes that are in Libya are piloted by men who might soon find themselves unemployed; and now, the EU tell us we have to give money to Portugal, because they’re broke?

Mister Cameron, Mr Osbourne says we are broke, so have can we give aid to poor China, or Pakistan, or send pilot-less planes to Libya, to take part in yet another war, while the EU tell us that we now have to support Portugal, with financial-aid? What further cuts will have to be made to support poor Portugal, Mister Cameron?





Respectfully Yours,





A British voter, since 1978

Conception?
17:14 Apr 07 2011
Times Read: 922

Conception, none.

Near, perhaps?

Perception, biased.

Clarity, little.

Clear, be.

Dear? Maybe?



Dear? Maybe?

Clear, be.

Percepion, biased?

Conception, none.

Clarity, little.

Near, perhaps?

Redemption Song ~ Redux
14:53 Apr 06 2011
Times Read: 928

I’ll write a redemption song, with words

that even they could understand, if they

took their hands from their eyes and chose

to listen: yet the chance of that happenin

are slim to none, ‘coz for some, the words

of others are nowt but shite.

just not impressed
16:28 Apr 04 2011
Times Read: 944

Just how many times does one bend over backwards, hoping that someone will mean what they say, instead of just being mean?

They talk of tolerance; yet show little to none, to those that are near them, whilst exalting their use of my language, while ignoring the fact that they choose not to see what they have written themselves and, all the while they talk of tolerance and display little to none, then they wonder where everyone has gone.

And Now, I see what they write and it all seems quite trite… and y’know… I’m just not impressed.

another one gone...
23:26 Apr 03 2011
Times Read: 952

No more will my Mother enjoy looking

at the Blue-Bells that I planted beneath

the hedge at the side of the drive, that

I culled from the woods near where we

live, that I brought for her when I was

less than a teen one Mothers Day, but

this is another one, many years later and,

I’ve been sewing, although not as well

as she did; and my Dad is making both

of us our Sunday roast, that isn’t as good

as she made, so he says; and, we never do

the housework as well as she did: and yet,

come the meal, that he made so well, we

then raise a glass of a red, “To Mum.”

Beware Midean
15:21 Apr 01 2011
Times Read: 962

Beware Midean



‘Beware Midean

where the monsters

dwell’, wrote Barker.



Yet, to paraphrase

Marlowe, beware the

Humankind, for

we are the Monsters

to beware of…



We are the one’s who

believe that progress

is to be found in always

‘moving on’ unable to be

content, with who we are

and, with what we have.