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 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Garry
Money for the rich
With money from the poor
They're gonna keep on taking
Till we don't have any more

Then they’ll call us scrounging *******
& when we feel like ****
They'll make us grovel gratefully
For anything we get

They'll grind & grind & grind us down
& down & down & then
Feed us lies & propaganda
So we'll vote them in again.
Just a rant.  Sorry.  But the world, UK at least,  seems to be rushing half arsed further and further into inequality and injustice.  Oh well.
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Garry
There's a calm
That falls each  evening
As the day gives up its light
And with it
gently resting slumber
turns to sleep
& slowly
settles softly
To the rhythms
of the night

29th June 2017
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
cheryl love
Take a ride to visit a bunch of old bones
on board the old ghost train.
hear the squeals, the moans and the groans
all of which give you plenty to complain.
Sitting hugging your friend for grim death
on the scariest ride at the fair
you feel a cold frosty breath
from the left hand side of the chair
Something is dangling in your face
and it is crawling and now creeping
what possessed you to go in this creepy place
and there seems to be a hand sweeping.
Whatever it is it has left its mark
and you now are ready to squeal
wishing you could see in the total dark
and notice that this is making you feel
            s c a r e d
As the day is bled into the river
I watch the coming and going.

Place me in them
each one has a name like me
a home and a family
where their mind work laden
would have a heart to anchor
children to love and care for
a night to stir the fire
to burn all the bitterness
and be reborn the next morn
to shuttle one bank to the other
of the wide river.

I marvel at the chance
of meeting them once
suffering the absurd pain
of never crossing their path again.
By the river, July 9, 6pm
our summer love
the first petal
withers

Written by
Mike Duffy
dried rose petals
after fifty years
scented memories

Written by
Ardelle Ray
I didn't buy flowers this morning
I don't have a smile
I see an old man in the green masses
His hair's white under the sun
This means...
I'm feeling bad!!!

امروز صبح
گل نخریدم
لبخند ندارم
در حجم هایی سبز
پیرمردی را می بینم
که موهایش در خورشید سفید است
...یعنی
!!! حال من دارد بد می شود
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Star BG
On evening of the eighth day of August
under full moon
energies launched dreams.

Open window provided a soft breeze
Night birds chirped on their way to nest.
Silken sheets gave comfort
catapulting me into dreamscape.


Perfect time for spirt to give its message.
I drifted in a infinity portal
A place where loves light shinned.

Leo’s lion stood at golden gate
ushering me gracefully
Suddenly with flash of moons light
alone I was not.

A lion golden and regal appeared at bedside.

He slowly walked around bed
as my eyes merged with his
as our eyes traveled
opening path of communication.

His words were strong and simple
elegant and wisdom filled.
It said, "
You have a magnanimous heart,
use it.
You are powerful and meant to
have abundance,
trust it.
You are now reactivated to recall
who you are,
know it.
You are now in the Leo Lion’s Gate for access to the knowledge,
the Golden Age of Consciousness, bath in it.
It is my gift to humanity, celebrate it."

When breath was taken to align with his words,
he vanished.
Leaving his roar that became mine, behind.
Leaving me to share his wisdom with the world.

StarBG © 2017
8/8 is a very powerful day. There are new energies coming in and this energy constitutes the energy of the lion. Tap into your own lion qualities to move inside compassion and love
 Aug 2017 Paul Jones
Star BG
Mother Earth is birthing
And I, you are experiencing
the birthing pains
as we shift our consciousness.

Modalities of separation disintegrate.
Ties to old feelings of lack
are replaced with abundance
and compassion.

The heart of Mother Gia
calls aligning us
with the powerful Challenger
to be who we are.

I feel it as I struggle less and less
over mountains of bills.
I experience it more and more
as I connect in breath
to the Divine.

I now live it as an awake being
ready to move with the force of love
to assist Humanity and my Mother.

Join the bandwagon as the midwife of the universe
assists.
Join as to end the struggles
and help birth a new world.

StarBG © 2017
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