We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Could anything in the Universe be profound, interesting and fun simultaneously?
Yes, POETRY IS ALL THREE
EVEN FOR SOME THREE YEAR OLDS!!!
EVEN FOR SOME THREE YEAR OLDS!!!
Thoughts on poetry.
Writing poetry especially poetry is very rewarding. I enjoy the process as well. Unlike prose it has a greater challenge to it. There are some very confidently written poems, but many cause me to push muscles around in my head. It feels good to surprise myself by doing this. The result can feel as real as a painting in its effect on my imagination. Is my poetry mostly symbolism? I don't know. A lot depends on how awesomely cool I think the poem is when I read it over. Honestly I believe poetry writing will spread as more quality modern examples of poetry are created. So poets out there get cracking.
I think the current structure of Europe, especially the EU will not continue for long.
I can't tell you which country is likely at fault. I read something gloomy sounding over a year ago and knew that this is way to optimistic and not common sense.
This is one bloggers opinion.
This is one bloggers opinion.
Eating meat does not have a connection with animal torture.
But if a vegan insists that I love to torture animals then I will tell them they are cruel to vegetables. We can become great enemies and canabilize eachother. What a deal!
Inside a kitchen sink..
Inside a person's mind
Maybe a deep dark drain
Or a magical paridise
In an old ten place
A den for sacrifice
Back to zero almost
Getting lost is no fun
Deeply lost in a moan
Duel of opposing views.
At forty miles per hour
Tears fall nowhere
No hole anywhere
Just Bill Hole
With points
On pointy black shoes
A starry night arrives
Just say hi
Say hi to him
Hi.
Maybe a deep dark drain
Or a magical paridise
In an old ten place
A den for sacrifice
Back to zero almost
Getting lost is no fun
Deeply lost in a moan
Duel of opposing views.
At forty miles per hour
Tears fall nowhere
No hole anywhere
Just Bill Hole
With points
On pointy black shoes
A starry night arrives
Just say hi
Say hi to him
Hi.
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