Your visionary trauma eyes
His stone rattled In the empty big Belly of hollow guilt Haggled over in a Starfish meat market Pound for a flesh Of pain and hope You always find the path To return to here Your visionary trauma eyes See pain amplified extremes not balanced not syntehsised So you can be paralaysed Insignificantly and accidentally You cautiously crossed the river Of past bloodletting To stand on...
FACEBOOK - PRIVACY ISSUES!
My friend Michael on facebook alerted me to to the fact that Facebook has agreed to let a third party advertiser use your posted pictures without your permission! Click on SETTINGS up where you see the Logout link. Select PRIVACY SETTINGS. Select NEWS FEEDS AND WALL. Select the tab that reads FACE BOOK ADS. There is a drop down box, select NO ONE. Save your changes. Pay attention! Whenever...
Have you noticed how freedom is often confused today with the right to be the same? Even if it is in specialised niche markets, or lifestyles, people want to fit and be equally the same; just look at the gay scene - pick a specialised group, a particular lifestyle, and there! You’re ready to be in. Consumerism and purchasing power are now equated by most people as freedom; ironically this very...
Soul lego, one piece to another We connected Cherry brown eyes of warmth Gazed into mine I was not sure what magnet it was That drew us together If the tender hands of untold biographical secrets Shared in a glance We are together an oak tree Warmth, vulnerability and strength Bathed in the sun´s love rays