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

Truth, what a flighty tempest,
what a silent storm.
How strange it is to speak it,
feel its mark on your tongue,
the metallic taste in your throat.

Mine has always been a silent world,
So words have not been easy,
some words have been easy,
greasy as words.

As another lie,
slips between my lips,
soft as a breath of wind.

And I have denied, and then denied
that I denied.
I have invented myself,
so many times,
so that others would believe.

They would think
that I was who they thought I was, and I suppose,
so that I, too, would believe.
And also for
no
particular
reason
I have lied, and that is
the truth.