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Please lay down your pistols and your rifles
Please lay down your colours and your creeds
Please lay down your thoughts of being no-one
Concentrate on what you ought to be
Then lay down your bullshit and your protests
Then lay down your governments of greed
Take a look at what lies all around you
Then pray God we can live in peace
Everyone's a loner 'till he needs a helping hand
Everyone is everybody else
Everyone's a no-one 'till he wants to make a stand
God alone knows how we will survive
It seems that every time I write a journal these days it follows a terrorist attack. Last night, on London Bridge at about 10pm a van drove into a crowd of people enjoying a summer night out in London. The three men in the van
Playing beautiful guitar
Music hurts sometimes.
This Poem is For You
I'm talking to you
The person reading this poem
At least I presume you're reading this
Maybe you're scanning it
Or just glancing it over.
Never mind, that doesn't matter.
Anyways, I have something for you.
What is it, you ask?
Didn't you read the title?
This poem is for you.
It's a gift
Because I need to tell you something
That you’ve needed to know
For a long time
And I never got around
To telling you.
So here it is.
Are you ready?
Here it goes:
You may not always feel special
You may feel
That your triumphs don't matter
Other people have done better.
That your trials and tribulations are nothing
Other people have gone through it too.
That nothing you've done is unique
And maybe not everything is.
What makes you special
Is the sum
Tried to move past
Realized you can never m
The past lays broken into pieces,
the line of debris reaches from then till now.
There´s no retreat to sweep up this mess
of shattered dreams and crushed hopes.
Survey the shards behind you, what do you see?
Some look smooth and shiny,
they could easily be put back together.
Others razor sharp, they cut you to the bone.
Pulverised under foot the sands of time
whip up a storm, stinging your cheeks
parched and dry, evaporating tears can no longer fall.
As the storm subsides a thick layer of dust comes to rest.
You are here.
Say a prayer. There´s no going back.
Two worlds apart
Two worlds apart
You and I, two worlds apart
in the same universe
one against the other but complementary.
Never of the same opinion
never in the same reason
always in competition.
You and I, two flowers on the same lawn
but each with its scent.
Two thoughts in the same speech
two different visions of a unique panorama.
You and I, the sun in the rain,
snow over the fire,
the smile that contrasts with the melancholy.
You and I, a constant struggle but without a champion
a continuous demand for attention.
We are so distant
but we never stop to looking for us.
Boudicca, Warrior Queen and Mother
Oir dh'iarr Sibh a dhìoladh 'n urram Ur sluaighBecause You wanted to avenge the honor of Your people
'S Ur nigheanan, 'Nur bana-ghaisgeach rìoghail…And of Your daughters, as a royal warrior…
Och, dh'iarr rìoghachd chian 'stiùireadh Ur tìr,Alas, a distant dominion wanted to control Your land,
'Na Bainrìgh nam borb…A Queen of the barbarians…
Bhrath 'n Ròimh an tiomnadh fhèin Ur cèile; thuirt eRome betrayed the very will of Your husband; he said
Gum feumadh 'n Ròimh co-riaghladh le Ur clann,That Rome would have to rule together with your children,
Ur nigheanan. An àite, chuir na RòimhichYour daughters. Instead, the savage Romans
Ghairg' tàmailt cinneadh…Insulted a nation…
Sgiùrs Ròimhich Sibh gu follaiseach mus thug iadRomans whipped you publicly before they raped
An èiginn u
The sun still shines every morning
Life can change in an instant
and happiness has no guarantees
but still you look to the future
with a confident naivety.
You work hard your whole life through,
together you feel you are strong.
Planning for your old-age.
What could possibly go wrong?
But life is not always straight forward
and things often don´t go as you planned
and the once happy 'Dynamic Duo',
is suddenly missing a man.
The sun still shines every morning,
the seasons come round and renew
friends carry on just making their plans
but for you it just all seems untrue.
You find yourself really wondering
how they´d be, if it was them?
They should really know just how lucky they are
cos life´s never the same again.
I hear you laughing
our home full of joy and smiles
keeping my love strong.
Now silence deafens
smiles only on photographs
my heart is empty.
Life can change so fast
death silences our voices
I yearn for your laugh.
written by Suzanne Karbach.
Seeing the Light - Chapter 6
The red alleyway had been closed off at either end until finally the Wizards arrived. Commander Sir Samuel Vimes greeted them, "About bloody time! Can you clean this up before it spreads?"
"Well," Ponder Stibbons nervously responded, "it may take a little while..."
"Which we don't have. Listen; have you any idea as to what this Dazzle is up to? Are we going to be seeing more of this?"
The Chair of Indefinite Studies answered, "Quite possibly...it is a very nice shade of red though."
Vimes rolled his eyes, "Well red is definitely the colour I am seeing right now. Concentrate on clearing this mess up and if you happen to come up with any theories, do let me know."
As the Commander stalked off the Wizards coaxed Doreen the cat into an Octiron cage with a sardine. She stopped walking round in little circles and meowing and sat purring happily, curling her red tail around herself as she chomped on the treat. Yes, she would be looked after well.
The Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork was impressiv
Thanks July and Farewell
Other than being a very warm July I hope that it was a good month for you all. I had some time off work, got to see some good friends that we hadn't seen for a long time. Really not too much else going on. We got some good work done on the house, some yard work and I have gotten the path around our front yard about a third of the way done. The yard is starting to look good, another 10 years and it might look great. So I hope that you all grab a cup of coffee, settle down for a few moments and enjoy some of the images that have caught my attention lately.
I also think that apologies are once again in order, my time on here is still kind of limited so I am still behind on returning and .
Please know that I appreciate comments and :iconfavplz: I think at some point I will get caught up.
The Old Blue Door
On a corner, up a few worn steps
is a blue door open to let you in.
Years have passed since it was painted,
the shiny top-coat now wearing thin.
In its window worn out curtains,
blocking out the bright sunlight,
beyond the door a staircase climbs,
ascending into the dark like night.
The old blue door in thick stone walls,
invites whoever dares to come
but deep within it looks dark and eerie.
Are we welcome or should we run!?
But have no fear an old man lives there,
he´s ninety years of age and kind,
for many years he´s lived alone,
so if you visit, he wont mind.
"Come in. He´ll say in a friendly voice,
and have a cup of tea."
He´ll make you very welcome
and at ease instantly.
He´ll tell you tales about himself,
his six children and his wife
and of the very special moments,
in his long and happy life.
He´ll tell you when he bought the house
so many years before
and he´ll reminisce what life was like
behind the old blue door.
21st June 2016
I feel so hollow, empty inside,
so down in the dumps again.
Just want to crawl away and hide,
to cry away my pain.
A broken heart that just wont mend,
a never ending sadness.
Happiness has lost a friend,
crushed with grief, it´s madness.
No words of comfort make their mark,
not one penetrates my heavy heart,
now frozen, numb, sad and dark
from the day we had to part.
My lonely tears they fall like rain,
alone I gently weep.
I feel so small and so afraid
of this soul destroying grief.
19th June 2016
My little visitor
In a dream you come to me
and I hold you like a baby.
You purring loudly in my ear,
I sense that you forgave me.
I caress your head in my hand
and press a kiss upon your cheek.
I miss you my little one,
is all that I can speak.
Thank you for this flying visit,
it seems you have no time.
Your spirit brings me so much comfort,
I know that you´ll be fine.
So off you go and leave me,
one time more,
up over the bridge into the clouds,
through the cat-flap in God`s door.
Bye-Bye my sweet little one,
there´s now no need to be afraid,
no one can hurt you anymore,
in the world beyond the grave.
On earth your spirit couldn´t rest,
you´d often run and hide,
frightened by the slightest sound,
before returning to my side.
Eleven years I kept you
and I loved you dearly too,
all the comfort that you brought to me,
when I was feeling blue.
When illness struck, I did my best,
but no one quite knew what you had,
until a final X-ray
then I knew that it was bad.
It broke my heart to let you go,
in tears my soul was drowned.
The one you trusted and loved the most,
had to really let you down.
I know you´ll have good friends up there,
familiar faces you will see.
So rest in peace my little one.
I set your spirit free.
31st May 2016