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you see there are problems in the world, but having patrick dunbar and greame thornes

previous life pattern, in my buddha cycle, like having thoughts of going out feeling like kids were playing games

with you, first of all, they will plant all these rats and feral cats and angry dogs, attempting to attack you

at every turn, and also back then when my place was messy, there were rats and dogs just walking in my

parents laundry, and it made me have problems cleaning my house, and i wondered why we saw rats and feral cats

and my cat muscles was also turning feral and i wanted to calm him down, and i started having my hooligans visions

coming when i went out, when i saw kids laughing or screaming in a drain in wanniassa, and this made me feel bad

i told the messiah about it, and he hated it as well, thinking, someone put the kids down there, and then i heard my

mate patrick, say, i am not mucking with the crazy person, because i was getting his clean mind giving me all sorts of delusions

making me feel, he was poisoning my mind with all these delusions like, muscles is the dingo that killed azaria, you see

i was battling my delusions, ya know, having a hard time, with a mate who hated what rupert murdoch was doing to this world

and i was wanting foxtel, but i seriously couldn’t afford, because rupert murdoch had the prices go too high, and when i had

foxtel, i remember i was in dilusion land, ya know, thinking i was getting a private jet to fly to the USA, to volunteer at a major league baseball match

and another thing too, i felt i was given USA TV, because, my delusions were putting the AFL, on the sunday night, and there was

a USAFL match, on there as well, and, i was having a great time doing volunteer work on the street, at the footy, i loved that, and i did

volunteer work at vinnies, i liked that, and i liked playing santa claus too, but i don’t do that now, i picked up all this ******* outside kingsley’s

and i got honoured for that, and i helped cook the meals at the rainbow, i loved that, but nowadays they turned it into a course, and i liked the

idea of giving the mentally ill people a good meal, and i worked at the softball field, in the 2003 masters games, and i cleared tables as well

as other jobs to do around there, i also worked at the kanga cup soccer, but i hated the last day, when they made us do crowd control, not my forte

and because my house was messy, my parents just went mmmm mmmmmm mmmmm, and this drove me crazy, i don’t want to miss out on opportunities

just because my house is untidy, i tried and cleaned my house, the best as i could, but i was hearing voices, you must help here, you must help there

you must help everywhere, the men will talk to me, if i helped people, and i loved when a man said to to me, your doing a good job, mate, and i liked

when men said, keeping busy, mate, and when i said yes, they said good, good, and when i said hello to dad, dad just did a sigh old hi, saying, i was only

like him if i cleaned my house, and yes, i know it’s important to clean my house, so i have a cleaner come Monday mornings, but, i wish there were opportunities

out there, where i can show off my novels to important people, i don’t want any cats anymore, one reason, i can’t look after a cat very well, and i could see lots of

rats and mice in my flat, and i am scared of rats and mice, because of the disease factor, and animals to me, i find, could send me to the psych ward

i know cleaning my house is important, and getting rid of rodents, is a way to clean, you see, lately i say, i got to help the poor, every time i see a poor man

give him money, cause i am not a rich *****, and i am not, and i spend money to try and give me things, i like computers, i was using the computer as a place

to display all my previous life and current life anger, but dad looked at my stories, as not very nice, but i was expressing where my anger is coming from

i want to have novels written and ideas pushed over to television, now i don’t want a cat anymore, or a dog or a mouse or a rat, i prefer to keep myself from

buying any sort of animal, because every time i am asked to do something,like take care of a cat, i go crazy, and i get cranky, cause i haven’t got a perfect life

because my parents have twisted m thoughts around in my head, if i had someone to live with, or moved to another city, with the same services, i will feel good

about myself, because i would still get the cleaning done as well have carers and i need a job, i need a job, i want to show people how to write their problems out of them

i hate being treated like a girl from bay watch, getting kidnapped by old good mates because they fucken agree with parents ruling over their kids and i don’t

because i am going to get what i want and i am not aiming too high,my stories are good enough and even this story, please leave me alone, i want the perfect life

i crave the perfect life, and as long as i don’t buy a cat, i am fine
Emma Sep 2015
I deal with loss
like people deal with death
I lose someone
or something
and to me
it is gone forever
I grieve it
for months on end
on the chance that
I will never come across it again
People call it dilusion
I call it protection
I lost you, I think. I'm still grieving, I guess.
Mr X Jun 2014
Friends,  family and foes...
Can they ever erase my solitude?
Can they ever erase the persisting loneliness?

I have laughed with them,
Suffered with them
And of course,
have suffered for them.

They have been there like the moon with the earth and the earth with the sun, in every orbit of my life.

But still my solitude and its silent pleasure persists.
Like the hurting echoes of the unspoken words...
Still I find myself lonely
Amidst the jostling and screaming herds.

Is it because they seem so transient?
Like a deceiving but fair illusion?
My soul makes me question even reason by making it appear like a mere dilusion.

The one who knows what we haven't questioned yet.
Is in oneness with the ultimate bearer of souls perhaps.

All our souls are destined to be one...
And in oneness there is only solitude.
KA Feb 2014
Clinging the defense rattles
the high and mighty come out
you the mighty
you the arrogant
you the suckling infant
my my how we can change
the very human jump
to separate and be all that
the scramble to make one happy
look down on the low
you are but low
not wanting to know
how smart are you ?
arrogant one
do we need a reminder?

we are fools to think we are more
more than a speck
more than a wisp
clinging to the rocks
the mirage of safety
spitting up on ourselves
the lies

let yourself go into life
the truth
let go of the safety net
be honest to yourselves
you the small can lift up
cling no more my friends
lift past the safety of arrogance
of narcissism and self dilusion

you are better than that
be you
be one
be true


KT Feb 22, 2014
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
So many times we filled our minds with a perfect future forgetting all the traps no this be not how it is I just said forgetting that which is yet to be known how would one ever relapse without first having suffered through the disease... Might not a turtle look to the skies see the way the bird flies and see himself flying with the birds as we so often do ourselves back when we believe we could fly then we were told that we can't except by setting imagination and giving it wings all by just watering down the word

Not that I'm saying in any way this is wrong expanding its boundaries create more to Patrol as writers are charged with absolute guardianship and yet somehow we let political correct steal away with the words that it stole and yet I admit there are some that must naturally succumb not to the watering down to be drowned absolute beyond the ability to ever even try to dilute as you see the word painfully becomes painful leading to pain one word becomes ten upon releasing The Power Within with flagrant abandon we just toss out names to understand is to reason the connection and yet they don't seem to even get it yet connecting the word Heroes to all of those playing Friday Night Football   as I've heard them say for week after week year after year on the local TV news for me this word I shall never dilute will only give it due credit I know there may be those who wish to dispute me that's ok take a trip to the VA or the  local Clinic there you will see authentic...... be warned you may live to regret it  as it will break your heart not once when I say hi any group I pass by that I didn't get a warm reception you see well what it is that they gave though limping or twisted or folded in half with parts MIA hell of a price to pay as they proudly move on I realize it makes me wish I knew when I see what they paid I wish I knew what they saved

So turn not this word to lesser or staid
Some Heroes exist  like a mist of fine particles Universal expansion as this list grows in measure of value as light  will shine as I read of them in some obscure articles more  more. more  some will argue again it just needs to be seen so I ask them to  think what damage Overkill might manage to hring   again seeking a solution in many ways akin to  dilusion reality needs to retain their humanity and not treat them like they. are bit players up on the stage

My father was no actor albeit he did I believe him to have been heroic  all on his own and a hero with no  need have any type of dilution through and all of his 91 years he may never known He was itinerant and attached 60 years of marriage 12 kids and yet he stayed as i am number 10 born when he was all of 50 This Old Man burdened with Domesticity conflagration an awesome weight he managed to continue to carry but who I am today is in large part is  do in large measure to  him teaching me to play a game he said is called chasing down a word through the dictionary anybody who reads me now knows.....Know who it is we have to blame.   BTW I still do it  to this day.   I love chasing words through the dictionary.    Thanks Dad you were a hero to  more than you know.

E.V.Fletcher
1907--1999
Swoo Jul 2018
A Smile From Rose

It was right there, right then when I realised it, might have somehow thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but that didn't matter a rose had smiled at me.


A beauty a thing, a powerful being, as years went by I realised it had a strong hold on me, shook it off a cupla times maybe even convinced my self it was just a dream too, but no I'd see that smile from a rose again and nearly fall on my knees, but what was it? Just a smile? A normal a thing was it? No ways it was something way more as time went by I stopped being confused, took it in and eventually  started wearing it my self. It was an amour in most times, how untouchable I'd become pulling that energy from it. I could have lied to my self thinking it was all me, but no I wore an amour made out of a living smile! Unseen to the visible eye but powerful to the imagination to the point it somehow influenced my reality, it was a smile from a rose shining on me and its warmth would make me whole in ways that couldnt be explained. A dilusion in the eyes of a normal folk and a make believe to someone who thought they understood. It was something more to me, who could have thought a life would change the day a rose smiled for them a smile from a rose

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