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What is Loneliness, you may ask,?
Good question if you have never experienced loneliness
Never did you encounter a situation where there was no one
No one you could talk to, understand you, love you
You always had friends and family for company

Loneliness does not occur because you are alone
Loneliness occurs when no one understands you
When no one loves you, when you are treated with contempt
You can be alone and yet you are not lonely
Or you can be part of a large family, but completely isolated

Pankaj Udhas, the Ghazal  singer, says in one of his songs
" Koi nahi sunta jab tanhaiya bolti hai"
Tanhaiya is the Hindi word for loneliness
What he says is "No one listens when loneliness speaks"
Never a truer phrase I have heard

Loneliness is the solo traveller who cannot stop anywhere
As every stop has strangers, he cannot connect with
Loneliness is the tune you sing yourself
As no one else can understand it

Loneliness is walking along the road alone
Till you find someone who is also lonely
And who gives you "company"
Then loneliness says, "We part ways now"
For company and I can never be together
We are  the two sides of a coin that never meet.
This poem is about loneliness.So many people in the world today are lonely looking for company
Tan solo por una frontera
Y ser de piel morena.
No podrás ver el ultimo sol
De tu querida vieja.

You can't cross still,
For your back is wet.
But you're mother is ill,
With her you're in debt.

A tu madre
Le cuentan los días,
Pero serias capaz
De dejar a tus crias?

Tan solo dejaste a tu madre
Por amor a tus hijas.
Tan solo las dejaras
Por amor a tu madre.

A lump in your throat,
As you try to decide.
How will you cope
With this new life?

Malditos papeles.
That we shouldn't need
Malditos cárteles.
That are full of greed.

Malditos los malditos
Que no son coherentes.
Tan solo, tan solo, tan solo,
Quiero estar con mi gente.
Mi mami esta triste por que mi abuela esta muy enferma. Pero tan solo por la pinche visa. Sometimes I wish we had never left.
I received a sad phone call it was a late hot august day , a good friend had to tell me , another friend just passed away.
I knew him for so many years although we were never really that tight ,  he was a man of small statue with a mind full of ideas of might.
Wild and a crazy , and always ready to go out and play , and now all we have are memories , for now in the ground he will lay.
Oh , I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
You never know when you will see someone for the very last time , for life is so short and precious , and we never know when it’s our time.
He was climbing the rocks to heaven at the garden of the gods ,  when he lost his footing, and there he laid on the ground.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re  going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
Always be kind to people in each and every way , because it may be the last time you see them , before their final day.
Everyone you meet in life will leave memories on your mind , always make them good ones , for some memories will last a long time.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out ,  this life is limited stay.
There is a lesson to be learned in everything, that comes into our life , although some sweet and some sour , you can’t beat the gift of life.
As the clouds pass by in the mornings , and the sun shines high in the sky , his spirit will always be among us, and we will never have to say good - bye.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.  Copyright Tom Maxwell 2002
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The weight still lingers, burdens remain.  
Years of giving, silent, unclaimed.  
Not greed, just kindness I implore  
A touch to heal, restore once more.  

Soft hands to soothe this aching tide,  
Yet empty space is what’s supplied.  
The smallest ask, a tender plea,  
Too vast a world to give to me.
ever we dream
of peace coming to fruition
ever we dream
wouldst truly be a tranquil stream
the loud sounding ammunition
retreating from war's position
ever we dream
Have there been any reported miracles
Since the martyrdom of Saint Charlie?
A few crutches left lying around.
A wheelchair.
Perhaps a small resurrection?
Just askin'.
What rhymes with boast and toast? Roast!
Surrounded by Desert Sands
I missed the Forest.
well, i guess i missed home.
Metaphysical meaning of Lod
Lod, lod (Hebrew)--
division; conception; emanation; pregnancy; travail; nativity; birth; contest; cleavage; fissure; strife.

A city of Benjamin (I Chron. 8:12). Its Greek name was Lydda. In the New Testament it is called Lydda.

Meta.
The breaking up of an old group of thoughts, or thought habit in consciousness, that a renewal of the mind may be accomplished. In other words, the effort that the seemingly human mind expends in bringing forth new and higher ideas, or the strife and contention that attend the breaking up of error that Truth may be brought to birth and take precedence
(division, conception, strife, travail, birth; a city of Benjamin)
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how would-could you know that my Hebraic background,
gave me a specialist insight into your writings,
in any language you employ
each and every trait.
in a potpourri scented and secretly elixered

division, conception, strife, travail, birth, travail
fissure, contest, nativity and birth

a potion powerful that needs to take
the moments of anyone's life
and bring to it, to them,
scope, recognitions, inside light,
for all conception
is precessed
by de~visions of,
strife, travail, birth,
for us all, even those,
who hail not from Lods {z}

there is much mystical here,
even magical emanations that occur in seconds,

how does one concept~conscript them,
to take, remake, mold them
both new and old simultaneously,
is a quality super
so truly human

so Agnes, write to us, write for us,
in any language of your preference,
for the it is the
captured content of those exquisite seconds,
that is all that matters,
and be of good cheer,
for your are
*well received
what cheek, the audacity to sheer his name from his faceless appearance, well, I know something of names, and mysteriously common and vague,
said as often as ****,
does not satisfy this certified member
of the hoi polloi of humens

grace,

with a small g,
not to be confused with those courtiers in human courts
who so address their temporal superiors,
who more often than not,
chop off with their head,
just god
downy not longer
for being insufficiently lying
in their obsequiousness

grace is a virtue par excellence,
multi~facetedly faced,
reflecting well and goodness
on both the speaker and the hearing,
if grace you know not the meaning of,
then research it and let it
reflect back upon your countenance

replace god with grace,
and forgive me this too obvious rhyme,
it will only be better days
for the human race

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my name?
hah!
sinner man
https://integrishealth.org/resources/on-your-health/2023/march/what-does-giving-yourself-grace-mean
Hey there y'all, 😄
How do you now fare, 🤭
Please envelop me within, 🤗
This affectionate air, ☺️
Which resides here ever, 🫡
And may I be eternally here. 🥹
I am back, but sorry, For I won't publish, I think, I may??, hehe!
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