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Church attendance drops and with less people saying their prayers on a Sunday but cramming into a theme park for their instant gratification; their phones become their bibles and Instagram, Facebook, Tumblir and multiple other sites make up the books of their virtual bible.

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Turning The Page

January 26, 2019 — Leave a comment

So all he could do to retaliate

Was mock and imitate me in the subtext

Of his pointed posts

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An Empty Vessel

December 25, 2018 — Leave a comment

Why be jealous of what I have

And what you think I have?

When even I do not know

What it is you see.

Why shadow me every day

And move like me

In every way.

All done with hate

And not much love

Envy is an empty vessel.

If I could help you

I’m sure I would

But you’d have to explain

Without being rude

What I have that you think

You want,

Is really  easy to see

If you let go of the jealousy,

And come and speak to me.

 

They told me it was beautiful

Out today

But I wouldn’t have known

Sitting curled up in a chair

Behind closed curtains.

With every problem in the world

Prancing like shadows before my eyes.

They say it will be beautiful

Tomorrow

So I’m begging someone will come along

And cut the chain from the chair.

I Quit

May 23, 2018 — 1 Comment

So I disagree with a friend

And It drives me round the bend,

It’s a friendship I can’t mend

So this fight will never end.

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What

May 22, 2018 — Leave a comment

Not for me,

Conforming

To the norm,

Or meeting other people’s

Expectations,

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The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.

Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.

They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.

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My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.

He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.

He doesn’t need a label. He’s happy just being. Unlabelled but not unhappy.

As we all should be.

 

 

Pic taken with my iPhone

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I get a knot,

In the pit of my stomach,

When I become afraid,

 

Of the real,

Or imagined,

 

Even when the

Real angst

Is meaningless.

 

Those senses,

Imaginings,

So close,

And not

So far

Apart,

From each other,

Dictate how I feel,

And act.

That’s what makes

It so

Frightening.

 

 

Thanks Beaconblog for pic.

 

 

 

 

 

So the Mr Men books are sexist now. Some people have too much time on their hands. Leave the Mr Men books alone. Getting ridiculous.