Fight for what is right.
Believe in the truth.
Trust those who accept their share of the blame.
Anyone who refuses to see the facts
will also refuse to see you as a person.
Be the one who forgives the sins
but do not let the ones who laid the hurt to be forgotten.
Punishments must be given
and love should still be shown.
It is a radical thought
but it is possible
to love someone you do not like.
Don’t care.
Comments lost.
Meanings drowned.
Last sights.
Kill gracefully.
Find heaven.
Doom planets.
Just be!
Hope for.
Be more.
not less.
You are my sunshine
You shine so brightly
It makes my eyes hurt
This morning after
So can I ask you
to please shine less brightly
but don’t take my sunshine away!
Both give me joy and comfort,
especially in this difficult year.
Both are amazing people
whom I love very much.
Both of whom are male.
One born a male
and the other knowing they were.
Yet both are people I call my girlfriend
because they love me back
and talk to me as a human
not a lump of baby making fat.
This is why I respect them,
because they respect me.
And the term girlfriend here means
one where they are a confidant,
not gossip mongers.
They are both my best friends!
20 years later
the jingle is still in your head.
You find yourself
singing or humming it.
When encountering certain brands or products
I answer the jingles call.
I will always eat the Red ones last
and yes
it Adds Personality!
Sweep out the dirt.
Wipe down the walls.
Shovel the trash into the compactor.
Fix the broken wiring.
Or at least jerry rig it for functionality.
Save the journals and other documents.
Then hope the body doesn’t collapse
from exhaustion like last time.
Desperate times.
Measures removed.
Length taken.
Measure again.
No time for fools.
Finish the gap.
Proceed to the front.
Then do it again.
Measure again.
Budget the plan.
Fly into the wind.
Let others know.
It is never enough.
Everyone must know.
Whether or not they choose to believe it.
Coffee in hand.
Reading up on the news.
Enjoying the little sounds of the early morning house.
Then the thump and bang
from the child jumping out of bed.
Enjoy the silence while you can
it won’t last as long as you wish it would.
For those with a cold.
The opposite of karaoke.
Good publicity.
Bad publicity.
Any publicity.
Scandalous decisions.
Who remembers
who sang the songs
behind the faces presented?
Does anyone really care?
Things go from bad to worse.
What will happen next?
Now what will I do?
Where’s the next meal coming from?
Who is still my friend after all the shouting?
Are the neighbours going to hate us?
Can I still be a good parent?
Or am I destined to be guilt ridden for the rest of my years.
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