Sunday, 30 December 2012
That's it, the truth will always stay out there and yet it couldn't be more or less our virtual perception, which has always deceived us. Fine, you can name the truth chubby, fat, big, huge, overweight, otherwise thin, slim or lean, moreover what matters is the confrontation of managing or controlling the mass we are made of or we amass, bless us for our efforts are much more a step forward and two backwards, when it comes to understanding our weight. Our belief at the beginning of a doubtful undertaking is the one thing that assures the successful outcome of any venture.
Friday, 28 December 2012
Oh - thinking about all our younger years, years of high and many a how's. wonderful and awesome years. Awful and sinful years.
There was only you and me.
We were young, careless, wild and free. Still I hold you in my arms and in yours I trust and hope, for we remain an anvil and a hammer, surely no change of circumstances can pull us apart.
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Heaven is in your arms and on the high way to hell, all I want is you. It's not about who you are, I survive on what you can do, hopes and mere dreams. In your dreams I do not haunt, you prey on my destiny when your back is turned and you turn your dreams into nightmares. I am not your responsibility but I can live, live longer if you care and care I hope.
I pray thee a halter gratis nothing else, for goodness sake. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that:
You take my house when you deny the prop that doth sustain my house; you take my life when you neglect the means whereby I live. Though is not my nature to beg, for it compounds my misery as poor, needy and sick but it's in your nature, nurtured for the goodness of mankind. Cent a' penny, a blanket, a meal, shelter, kiss a' hug or simply a prayer to keep me surviving. It's a beauty you care.
Sunday, 16 December 2012
Thus we see that the all important thing is not killing or giving life, drinking or not drinking, living in the town or the country, being unlucky or lucky, winning or losing. It is how we win, how we lose, how we live or die, finally, how we choose.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
I have never been able to conceive how any rational being could propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others. Surely power intoxicates men. When a man is intoxicated by alcohol, he can recover, but when intoxicated by power, he seldom recovers. Yet man needs power, power corrupts, but lack of power corrupts absolutely. This gives no one the right to grow political power out of the barrel of a gun or riches, no wonder power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.