We each pay a price to exist. Acknowledged, indeed! May the loving haven reside in our hearts when all else appears dark and restless. Embracing with compassion....
Ah Bhuwan, the price of living for many is just too too high so they give up and give in, just for them is the quest for eternal peace. Your sadness is shared my friend by those who dare feel and think. Mikii
Our inhumanity to others constantly amazes me; we will never achieve greatness as a nation until we begin to recognize our humaness and life values that transcend greed and corruption.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
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Take care,
Sherry
Thoughts and prayers go out to all!
Love,
Eileen
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