I find myself looking into your fortress
As if it were my future too – as things stand
I can’t see any hope for you
– I know, I know what you wish for in your heart
But you have no key to open the door
The world is in fast mode and won’t wait
And nights are designed like steps going gently down
If you want to believe in something
You must, you must go back to the beginning
And fight your way back into the Alamo
A latta words in little time
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
As Young Adults We Can Survive - Find Happiness, Success and Support Other Survivors
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento: But how the subject-theme may gang, Let time and chance determine; Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon. - Robert Burns
⛈️🌩️ L O K A h S A M A S T A h S U K H I N o B H A V A N T u
living, loving, learning, leaving a legacy
It's an uncertain life!
Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground
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The Poetry of Emotion
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
A teenager's photography expedition.
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
j'ai descendu dans mon jardin
în umbra întunericului!
It's just banter
Writing Lostness
