Never say
anything
you might
regret


it
Means
only speak
words
that have survived 3 days'
chewing,
churning,
turning
in thought.

The sun rises and sets
everyday
with no delay
and never gets tired,
slows down,
takes a break,
Or stands still...

when the stars, and the moon
glitter
or dip on the horizon
so those who are gone
astray
can find their way

The rivers and the oceans
never go dry...
there's a strange force
that drives
the tides and storms
Heaps of wonders and secrets
nestled within
thier depths
for those who seek the pearls...

Dear humans!
Have you pondered yet?
how beautifully
the hummingbirds
can fly forward,
backward,
and upside down...

There's a perfect rhythm
in everything -  that exists

so when they say
it all started
with a chaos...
I always wondered
How could
a mere disorder
give birth
to the perfect order that we see?

Remember, remember the 5th of November, and remember the point of the plot.

That blind obedience and fear of others is what spoiled the ***.

i think therefore i am
i do not think therefore
i am not

When I ask your goal
You look at me and say,
I want to be happy and normal,
And not feel this way.
There’s a myth that I must dispel,
A lie that need be gone,
The truth is happiness is a direction
And not a destination.

infinite joys tomorrow is a suggestion of change
does this mean today is a struggle
think hard about your, today
today you can make a difference
tomorrow, today is yore ....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 219

The matchstick is kindled and I dwindle at the thought of meeting my end,
as nothing is permanent and has  to be sent.
Nothing was yours as it was lent.

Life is nothing but an enjoyment of delusion
seldom have you heard this been told,
so intensely think and do not be so bold
to amuse everything that is being told.

You do not see but it is a heavy load,
so be more kind than you are cold.
For everything has to wither and grow old,
surely seldom have you heard this been told

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                              i wonder, i wonder
                                                           i wander

                      down the cottages in rows
                                          down the roads away from home

                                                           ­       i think, and i think
                                    thoughts collapse into ink
                                when i blink

               stars afloat in tepid eyes
                                      each a ticking bomb
                                                planted by the sky