Life stages

A bed  of flower but not sleep
a nature clock but not time
a book of pages but know knowledge
a position all right or all left  but not respect
medicine  but abuse in system but not health
expensive amusements but not friendship
proclamation of obedience but not faithfulness
a millionaire house but not home.

 

Pride not political

 

I'm not a politician,
I don't even follow politics,
but faith in my flag 
is my pride and joy.

STAND UP and say
THANK YOU to this 
beautiful country of ours
CANADA.

Sound of your cry

The clock by the bed is ticking too loud in the quiet night

I lie in the darkness thinking I must go before it's light Before you open up your eyes and you beg me to stay I'll leave 'cause I can't stand to see you hurt this way Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Though I knew the time was coming and our love would end somehow I just couldn't bear to tell you exactly just when or how I know we can't go on, that it was wrong to start But if you wake up crying now, you know you'll break my heart Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear oh no, the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Oh ooh ooh ooh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye 

Then I won't hear the sound of your cry

NB: this is sang by Elvis Presley

True or False

 

A wise man once told me...

worrying doesn't take away

TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away

TODAY'S PEACE

and that HIT ME DEEP.

Time have not changed and MEN have not learned.

If......

I'm still trying

The old book ...

 

Open a book and see your life going by.

Sadness found in pages along with findings

of happiness and exciting citations. Turning

pages to see the holding of the next chapter, or

you close the book from disappointments. 

My free sky

"Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me".

This message from nature would

be best applied to our politicians

who are not there for the people,

nature, world, our planet, no sir

they are there just to fill up their

pockets to the fullest and then

just leave everyone wandering it

could have happened.... 

Untouched beauty

Hidden in deepness one can see

the river banks covered at times by dirt

at times by moss, a little wezzing from a

lost flying insect can easily be heard.  The

river stopped flowing between rocks 

polished like crystals and brightly shining

when caressed by a strand of rays. 

My heart opens to this untouched beauty,

my eyes search the skies for it's clarity,

my spirit lifts so high trying to reach my

love grown so deep to not be able to let

you go....

Fantasy

You're going to the moon! 

What did you forget to pack?

Every child dreams of going to

the moon, but please make sure

he has is teddy bear!

Early morning dreams

On early mornings I watch the moon
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,

You are my moon sister, 

while you dawn are my brother.

With a bow tightly drawn back

I can shoot for the dancing stars in front of 

my eyes. I count you all for being my prizes

just like pieces of sweet candies on the tip

of my tongue, others I dreamly plan to 

plant them like flower seeds in spring 

to offer the the moon to caress and the stars

to illuminate. If only my dreams could

be realized then I know that I am like

a free spirit and alive.

  

Little scars ....

Here I am baring my scars and 
there are people calling me brave 
and this is never what I wanted. 
I wanted to show you my scars 
because I feel like a fraud and 
I wanted to show you my scars 
so you would know how pathetic 
I really am but you don't understand, 
my scars are not battle wounds, 
they are not badges I've earned, 
I do not wear them proudly, 
my scars are representative of all the times I
 was too weak to fight those battles, 
my scars are surrenders and do not call me brave 
if I didn't even bother fighting.
 I wanted to show you my scars so 
you would stop telling me how strong 
I am because I am not strong,
 I am weak and I am still hiding from you
 because you think these scars are things
 I have overcome but these scars are the 
very things that haunt me and who are
 you to know what I am going through 
simply because I have told you?
 I am falling apart and these scars are reopening,
 I am falling apart at the seams and you are 
calling me a hero but heroes do not hate themselves
 like this. Here I am baring my scars and there are 
people calling me brave and this is never what I wanted. 

Fraud

The taughts of a Alcatraz prison.

Here I am living in this hell hole

for such a long time that my memory

has left me a long time ago, and this 

is never what I wanted out of life.

I wanted the world to know that I am a 

fraud and show you my scars, so you can

imagine what a pathetic life I really had.

Don't try to guess why I'm in this hell hole,

I'm not your alter boy but rather a time 

which I faught battles with my head and

heart. You see this place I spent over 30

years with nothing to do, just a couple

hours at night in the fresh air, but this

was my prison. Did I deserve this,

my mother always said "Boy don't be

like your daddy..." but really never said

why. Was I born devil or just life that

had decided to punish me, for what I

still don't know. Scars are etched deep

in my soul so deep that even the 

devil was scared to come near me.

Baring my scars to the world was not

written in my destiny, otherwise I would

not be here in this hell hole.  Today

these scars still haunt me and dear

reader who are you to say "ho I believe you"

just because I'm writing it down, but do you

really believe me?

Don't call me devil or brave, I'm not either

and no one would believe you, because it's

not what I wanted to die in this cage like an

animal, did I deserve this ending, only me and

conscience knows.

 

 

Life

Life is not ALL crystal clear

 An illusion of clarity and colors,

but unfortunately it's not the case 

for all humans around this world.

Wise man

A wise man once told me...
worrying doesn't take away
TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away
TODAY'S PEACE
and that HIT ME DEEP.

A little like today around our world,

people with no scruples taking advantages

of those who can't defend themselves.

It might give you the feeling of being 

in charge of this world, but in reality

it's just a passing illusion that the day

you pass, you will regret for eternity.

Keep searching for a reason in the books

of your behavior and what's left.

NOTHING...

Your permission

Do WE have to ask permission 

                to think 

differently than YOU do? 

NOOOOOOO

charro

CHARRO means :

is historically the horseman from the countryside, 
the Ranchero, who lived and worked in the haciendas
 and performed all his tasks on horseback, 
working mainly as vaqueros and caporales, among other jobs

With eyes that hide the man within

You see behind the eyes of, other men
You've lived and died and come to life again
And now you stand alone at the crossroads of your mind
You've left your yesterdays behind..
But which road leads you to tomorrow?
Charro...

You've turned your back on yesterday
Betrayed a man who swore he'd make you pay
For when you left you took his pride away
You know he'll never let you break away so easily
You'll have to fight, before you're free
But how much more time can you borrow?
Charro...

Now in a single moment your past grows dim
One thought goes racing across your mind
You ride to meet the woman you stole from him
Oh no!...Charro don't go!...
Charro don't go!!...

There's something hanging, in the wind
Your past is catching up and closing in
You've been halfway to hell and back again
And now you laugh in the devil's face
with your last breath...
You'll run a race with life and death...
But will you live to see tomorrow?

Charro...

NB: Photo not mine, but if you own the rights to

it, please let me know & I will remove it.

Dreamland

A dreamland is a place where no one can reach,

except you when you dream.

Don't try to explain this place, no one would believe

you.  It's made just for you and keeping it all to

yourself is your duty.  It's a location where all is fresh

and clean, it will welcome you with open spirit 

and inspiration. 

Never be afraid to dream, it's a corner of your brain

that no one can come and touch or steal, dirty or even

harmful, let yourself go, DREAM all you want and

need, it's your sanctuary, yes dream to your heart 

content, IT'S ALL YOURS.

 

Femicide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He made me wish on dandelions, 

but gave me a rose full of thorns."
 

— At first it was sweet as honey, 

until I tasted blood in his kiss.

 

Femicide has become the latest

catastrophe known of the 21st century.

 

Women are killed just because they

are WOMEN.

 

Who gave these individuals the right 

to take someone's life....

Or worse "Disfigure" a human, just for

a moment of rage, or .....

Life or death

Morte o Vita
Quando la rosa appassisce,
quando la voglia d'amor svanisce.
No si può tenere in gabbia una
vita senza gioia. Abbiamo tutti
un punto al qui vogliamo raggiungere
senza sapere se c’è la faremo.
Io come la rosa appassita sono senza
voglia di vita. Lotto per poter passare
un'altra giornata, e conto le ore che mi
separano dalla morte che non mi vuole.
Cerco di essere obbediente, di non
intromettermi in ciò che non m'interessa,
porto rispetto a TE dopo le mille 
tuoi tradimenti.  Ma nella mia naivita,
credo di poter cambiarti, mi dico che un
schiaffo me lo sono meritato, una tua
zampata lo cercata. Cosa ho fatto io
a la vita che mi tratta cosi, perché mi a
messo avanti a questo mostro che un
giorno o l'altro me la farà pagare.  
Gli uomini sono esseri senza cuore,
e per il loro onore uccidano donne come
se fossero bestie... 

Grandchild

 What we don't do for our children
and grandchildren as no boundaries.
They are the pride and joy of our
life.
Sure they are exasperating, jokers,
clowns, possessive and when they
want or need something they show
up with a bouquet of weed that they
meticulously taken from a public park
and our hearts just melts down.
It's not a rose or an orchid but to
them that bouquet of weed is very
special.