Post paris now thinks there’s no choice but to start shutting mosques issuing muslims special id cards and says when black lives matter protester gets punched at his rally “maybe someone should rough him up” . People openly making the fascists comparisons at least around the facebook tubes. Memes you know

Man Asleep

Originally posted on The Drabble:

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By Johana

There once was a man who fell asleep on a snowy day.  His beloved watched him with dreaming eyes that saw the past him, awkward and admiring, and the future him who would hold her hand whether they were in far off land on adventure, or working together to pay bills for the mundanities of life.  These images came together in the sleeping form of the him who now held her hand as he slept in this tiny, cold apartment.

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The streaking of the red dogs. The wild dogs, the feral dogs. The chanting of the mice. The lift into the heavens. Each one became a part and a parcel of the ship. Then there were arrows pointing at the near origin and the distant origin. Then there were hearts aflutter about among the townsfolk. Then there were children dancing around a maypole. Then there were humans being formed of mud and straw. In the evening it was replaced. In the evening the humors ran black. In the evening the bilious court struck at jesters. In the evening a ray of sunshine suddenly took in one man’s woodpile and set it alight. How could they be in such benighted foolishness? How could they let their children transmit to the dogs? How could they follow the paths to the mountain? Who was short a codfish not a whale? Who was playing with a full deck and all the sevens? The retreat took them by surprise. The retreat stumbled down the hill. The retreat brought them face to face with Leviathan. The retreat took the last they had. But in the end a chasm opened. In the end a spiral staircase led down. In the end the pursuit stopped. In the end only the people dared the stairs. And in the morning a new day dawned. In the morning the sun burned blue. In the morning they had sheep and goats. In the morning the children spoke in tongues. And it was so and it was so and it was ever thus.
I guess even with my ambitions I just cannot stay away from a microphone. I’ll have to take this one down and save it.
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The floating signposts
Fall into the sea
The lines
Are traced
The elephant in the room
The the terrors of the night
The sound
Whoaaaaaa….. hold on
Where is all this stuff coming from?
NOT a stream of consciousness by the way…
Should have gotten right back up after hypnosis instead of lying in a dark room thinking about the past and past delusions
Any way…
Think of too many outlandish possibilities and miasma of fear can overtake you or well out of you
This is not to disapprove of writing the dark


Troubling things-
Flare and diminsh-
Replacing lies with death,
And then the stores of hopes and delusions-
Relight the fire-
In those lungs ☆
Become one and sink
Rise and claim peace
But think of the great dangers of certainties,
Take them on not lightly;
Nor cover or trouble yourself with them without necessity
Stick and stand ground
Waver in the seductive winds
The tongue in your ear-
Speaks no words

StreamOfC #x

In all collections of weird ways. Truth is love. Love brings
us together. To become distracted of sounds. To become
a new man. To rise up from your low state. To be changed
To slave away at new verse. Writing away to the
end of the page. Love is what holds it all together.
To cut or not to cut? To crown and adore. To cherish
and sing. To not require, but request. To see eye to eye,
right up in front of each other. Too many talks to

Greeting cards I bought but never sent to anyone…

may the sun
bring you new energy by day,
may the moon
softly restore you by night,
may the rain
wash away your worries,
may the breeze
blow new strength into your being.
may you walk
gently through the world and know
its beauty all the days of your life.
-apache blessing

for a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin- real life. but there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. at last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. this perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. happiness is the way. so treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no on. [big] happiness is a journey, not a destination… -?souza