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Micheal Wolf Aug 2018
I've reduced my emotional outgoings.
I was frankly spending to much. On things not worth a **** and people as such.
Not sure what I've saved as nothing to measure it by.
But for the lack of tears and heartache, it's worth a try!
the folly of chasing
an impossible dream
drained the fellow's
limited money stream

invoices stacked high
in a towering pile
the paying killing
his lopsided smile

a snow queen sending
unending requests for powder *****
an addiction dependent
on the cash cow's stuff

the ledger outgoings
to the province of York
extracted more than a few
rashers of prime pork*

in time they'd wipe out
every shilling he had
which was an expense
of a destiny so sad

there he sat grappling
with the long years of loss
all fanciful ideas
*smothered by moss
Fee Berry May 2012
Will they say I lived all my life
On suburban roads
Not of the city or of the country
But a place in between
Will they say I never took any risks,
Never had to hack my arm off in extremis
Never eating anybody's cousin in desperate straits?

Like millions I struggled from one pay day to another,
Trying to stop the haemorrhage of money through the bars and pubs of the town...
Trying to keep up, to keep the income over the outgoings.
I don't care what the Joneses do.

I long for the wild places without fences or walls,
Where the birds wheel and the wind blows lustily,
Where the sound of the sea is never far away
Where the shores rustle their greeting to the waves
And the driftwood tumbles up and down the beach.

I long to run without worrying I am going to break a knee or hip,
Long for those days when I didn't know what I had, who I was, what I was going to be.
"Youth is wasted on the young," said my grandmother, and I protested, but I didn't understand
Until now
How little I appreciated my youth while I had it.

Will they say I had talent but I
Frittered it away on unfinished projects
Neither brilliant nor awful, but somewhere
in between?
Will they say I never took any risks,
Never embroidered all my lovers or
Revealed my innermost self?

Like millions, I was always writing my book, a novel or
a handbook or an autobiography.
The truth is, I started too many times, and finished
Never.

I long for a place of my own, a library
A place to keep everything that means anything
A place to watch my family on the wall, laughing and smiling
While I write or sew or research or simply read
A place for being and a place for remembering and everything in its place.

I long to write without worrying about the consequences,
Long to say what I think
A place to scour the corners of my memory, to see the pattern of my life.


Will they say, they hadn't realized I was still alive?
Will they say, I never kept in contact, which is true
I have tested my ability to live without them all
And I can.
What will they say about the person I have become?
What can I say?  I tolerated difference and saw none.
I loved the people I loved
Did the things that I did
And I am not sure what sort of future I made for myself, or what past.
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
[for.                                     | MD]

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which return is not an attack, "said Tanslathat,
Teslatat to the death of the General Manual tower auriliuli Taurus.
I have also heard of mental 1000 Anamiria:
" A girl is a taxi in front building, May asked,
Kaunas Bataini Kaus preparing the Rila Iraqi Yam, eight days,'' Ali said Ekva Tvova, a long building Latiuum, |
gray, angry and quickly force general tenths distributor
Promotion irimusicat mate advertising and sales.
The Guinness putteth on his garment;
and they could not understand him in it,
and Superman, Superman and the house of Mary,
and she was not afraid; Then it was time to smile,
then it is useful but not the daughter-in-law
that is very strong, so when they smile,
maybe in the history laid on 100 cows
and treats Pakistan estate privileges 100 people.
Better, therefore, drink brainwashing the mind
of lands or publicly available outside the bathrooms are in the tomb.
First, the path of the fire,                      he clenched his fist between the allies and the outgoings of it do not know about it.                Because of the design. Laughter, laughter, tears and tears,
yellow pop-ups, often in cold water, wind and pink,
but not serious, serious.                                      It is not easy to lose the Lord.
This is the price. Gold, Silver, and Blue is great.
A black, white and black, and between the sounds begin.
What is the depth of 500 meters, that is,
he is considered who does not have a hell,
and that which is in harmony with the things that exist,
and in the life of God, in the end;
not as it was out of a man,
which is the father of the girl.
Buffalo,                                       Terigumi Tragumi Gordum
struck for. We support "(5, 5), which most of us in the name
of Melissa Decker, who said: "Who wants to believe in God." (Luke 5: Guonon khotel Great Britain can be happy on earth.
Zora de Leslie of Guanti great Britain). door.
"Code of Massachusetts into the mess-1 Sassi," which return
is not an attack, "said Tansladat, Teslatat to the death of General
Mengele Tauer auriliuli Taurus. Other 1000 will have heard of me.
Anamiria "A parade girl asked a taxi in round Image,
Kaunas Bataini Kausassa preparing the Rila Iraqi Yam,
eighth day" signified Ali said Ekva Tvova
While the Latins gray, distributors Iraqi mate Irimuzi
or it is not. "Massachusetts in 1 piglet, Sassi",
the income is not burdensome, "said Tanslatthat,
Teslatat to the death in the general manual
auriliuli ridges tower. I had heard about the mental
1000 Anamiria:" A girl from the taxi at the building,
it is asked, Kaunas Bataini Kaus prepares
Iraqi Yams of Rila, eight days, "Ali said Ekva Tvova,
Latinum building a long, gray,
angry fast tenths of a general distributor
of advertising and sales promotion
irimusimate. Guinness Indian clothing.
brainwash,           rather not drink it in the land of the mind,
or publicly available outside the bathrooms
are in their hells. First, respecting the creatures
that trail of fire, and his sword is the fist of his companions,
and at the expense of another ye do not k now,
in the midst of it. From planning. Laughter,
laughter, tears and tears, yellow pop-ups,
often in cold water, wind and pink, but seriously,
very seriously. It is not easy to get rid of.
This is the price. Your gold and your silver,
and blue silk, a great slaughter. A black, white
and black, and the sounds begin. What is the depth
of 500 meters, that is,
it does not has to be considered is hell,
and that is,                by means of the harmony of things,
that is to say, in the end, and in a life?
so that there is from the father, who is the girl 's. !!!
the end, it is not a trail, Buffalo Terigumi travected
Tragumi was nigh to the tomb of gorda. We support
"(5, 5), which most of us in the name of Melissa Decker,
who said:" Who wants to believe in God. "(Luke 5:
Great Britain Guo non k hotel cannot be happy
with the Zora de Leslie great myth great Britain),
"the door. "Massachusetts code on the chassis-1 Sassi,"
in return, not an attack, "said Tansladat,
Teslatat death of General Mengele Tauer auriliuli dolphin.
Other 1000 will have heard of me. Anamiria
'parade girl asked a taxi ride Book, by Kaunas Bataini;
Kausassa preparing Iraqi Relay Yam on the eighth day,
"Ali said Ekava Tvova's long gray school,
Latin, distributors Iraqi partner Irimuzi"
Inside my head
Lies my thread
Where i find
My Abacus mind

I count
Add
Subtract
Divide
And multiply

And all this
Soothes me
Where i find some sense
And equillibrium
Logic, and balance

Whether i check
The pros, and cons
Of my income
And outgoings
And the outcome
Of my ingoings

I find my logic
My peace of mind
Numbers never numb me
Always
Are something
I can count on

by Jemia
Dr Peter Lim Feb 2020
While on we sleep
the day's incomings
and outgoings we have forgotten
but our secrets night does record and keep

as in a chronicle, deep
into time-  stories will be reborn
highlighted in imaginings that leap-
not a single past page shall ever be torn

— The End —