At some point in time one stops fooling themselves.
Questioning my sanity I stop look and listen to an inner voice which whispers are you truly sane as I attempt to define madness in a world filled with self destructive personalities which some men call nations. And the rain of tears flow down my face as I shout. Who am I to care.
The madness never stops, Mikii. Sometimes I think it's an innate feature of the human race. The more humans the more madness. Then I look at the beautiful features at the core of humanity and take a little hope that we'll muddle through for a while longer.
Love and {{hugs}},
Leland
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Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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Love and {{hugs}},
Leland
well done...
John
Be safe,
Karen
You are you, and you must care - else you die alone and sad.
Kathy
Thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts
Peace & Love
William
Peace,
Dan
Never, but never, lost that spark that impulse you to define!
Georg
always
randy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
When is it going to end?? God help us...
You care: you took the time to post this heartfelt plea to stop the madness. Excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.