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Some men want to be women,
And some women want to be men.
(Though some have no choice).
Brown girls want to be white,
But pale girls yen for a tan.
Short folk want to be tall,
Yet tall people wish they were short.
Atheists would love to believe,
But Believers yearn for freedom from guilt.
Introverts try to be outgoing,
While Extroverts try to calm down (and be quiet).

So why can’t each one of us
Esteem him or herself
For whatever s\he IS?
Be Proud of Yourself, as you are.
Grasp that Happy Attitude with a smile.
Amen.

Paul Butters
Inspired by a conversation in *****'s Pub with Mike Bee. Can't recall the detail of that chat but it got me thinking... Be yourself!!!
 Apr 2016 Leal Knowone
ray
anxious
 Apr 2016 Leal Knowone
ray
weight in my head
weight in my chest
i am on all fours

i am dying but not externally
my brain sends chemical imbalances
like daily mail

i shouldn’t be alive

my body is a mistake
my thoughts are bound
to send me to an early grave
the air always feels so thick

suffering is invisible
i look in the mirror,
see it in the ghostly reflection
of my eyes

I am only half a soul

don’t be afraid
of the dark
but that is all that is inside of me
unknown, cold and unbearable
most days i wonder how i’m loved

monsters are only tamed, not encouraged
it’s a shame that i groom myself down
to not show the impurities that crack me open
and leak out onto the floor

look at my shaking hands, am I alive?
is this a dream?

please wake me, please cure me
When I was teenager,
it was pens, papers and stamps,
  two week of waiting,
to see  if the  mailman would deliver
  those special letters from your
pen pals from around the world,

Nowadays it's Facebook, Instagram, whatapp
The Likes and dislikes,
disgraced and lambasting
Total strangers on the internet.
Whatever happened to the human race?

A
Old stranger
I wish I met you once more
For you are not forgotten
Neither less loved

Hello stranger
I met you long ago
In a groovy bar
Back in 1984
 Apr 2016 Leal Knowone
Stu Harley
ghost of guns
beget
iron canons
echo across
the
battlefields
the
men no longer
protected
by
the
fountain of youth
nor
their
gold plated
battle shields
when
there is no place to cry
Normality is a paved road;
It's comfortable to walk,but no flowers
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