Poem -

Desperate

Desperate

We desperately
try to paint
write
sing
and dance
to stroke over
the pain we 
see by 
living

Movies
are made 
and legends told
that help 
us forget
the sting
if not for a 
minute
we call
existing
Rubber bands
are tied
needles inserted
in order
for us to remake
our nightmare
into an delusional
dream

Sad thing
is the 
terror
never goes away
 

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Tony Taylor

Friggin' Brilliant brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.........T xo   : )

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Jim "The Lad" ....

powerful write Greg T! we all have our weaknesses and I believe "grace" is our "time" here to try and improve. Our choices on how we handle the injustices of others and the evil in this world, along with the desire of our hearts, will determine the degree of glory we receive from our ultimate judge.Heavenly Father and The Son love us more than we can comprehend, and all will be just in the "life" to come. thank you for your thought provoking write and my opportunity to share some of my belief!..................Jim

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Being Me

This is deep! Reflectively deep. There are so many of us humans here on the planet now that lives run into other lives and those of us that dare to dream are swept away by the nightmares of others. We see horrors and horrors become normalised by the mixed up society we find ourselves living in and we adjust to it ...becoming, as you say, comfortably numb. Great to see you on Cosmo again x

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