You can remember your future, just as you remember the past. ~ Mark Thompson A simple, yet powerful sentence passed on to me yesterday. 200th post, thanks for visiting!
When I wake from my dreams, I find her staring back at me still. MT
Let ink tattoo that fine-grained plain, bleeding life into every fibrous pore. Let pen strokes rest in synchronized mess; undress your right, take flight, explore. MT
At some point a single MIND changed, The childhood ideal of good found in all was LOST, and HATE began. MT The people of Syria, especially in Aleppo, are just like you and I. https://www.amnesty.org.au/donate/
A crystal stream runs here clear, gently eroding the pebbled bed below. So majestic are it’s shallow trails and the Alpha stones peaking above the tide; moss-laden mounds of defiance, ruffled in whitewash, tendrils of mess floating. Ripples break the silence, cavorting with a present ears, bustling with a hive of soothing activity. This place is like…
Broken paths lay out before me, Earth breaking, shifting mercifully, Tectonic plates in motion grind. Step cautious ’round an untrained mind.
“One more song Daddy.” “Okay. Which one mate?” “Lennon.” “Imagine there’s no heaven, da-do-do-do-dooo, it’s easy if you try…” How can you say no to that? Well, after three hours of singing John Lennon’s Imagine for what seemed like the hundredth time, spattered between