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The cabin in the woods
Where I the crooked man lives
Where Every thing is taken
And no mercy will i give.
Happiness don’t belong
Behind the cabin door.
Just I the crooked man
A bloodstained floor,
So if you like horror
This is the place is  for you
Bring four
friends
if
you need too,
Bring your son
Bring your daughter
More you bring
More I the crooked man
Can slaughter,
No need to knock
Walk straight in
Horror starts when
Your all within.
On Mother's day you tell her
How much you love her today
With hugs and laughter we hold dear
Mother forever inside my heart
And with this card made with love
Just for you like a blessing from above
To celebrate moms we revere.
Mothers Day
Sunday 30th March
Ireland/UK
 Mar 29 Eindeinne Moon
Dom
Inhale
           ….hold….

Drop
                 …exhale…

Lift

                           Inhale

…hold…

                               Drop

…exhale…
  
                                   Lift


Until the pain no longer hurts

Inhale
               …hold…
      
                          Drop

…Exhale…
                             Lift

Inhale
             …hold…

Drop
                            …Exhale…

Lift

Until a new you sculpts from the ache
And sweat fills all internal wounds
Watering the seeds of an iron resolve
Until you bloom renewed.
I made love
To a butterfly
Sweet as honey
It made me cry .
You speak
in linen threads,
crease the page
with careful weight.

I write
like a wire frays—
all snap
and static.

You linger.
I lunge.
You plant quiet seeds.
I strike the flint
and call it bloom.

We are not
the same instrument.
Your hush
doesn’t dull my clang.
My heat
doesn’t melt your frame.

There is no prize
for loudness.
No shame
in restraint.

But still,
we each mistook the other
for the reason to stop.

As if difference
were subtraction.
As if one voice
could ever
void another.

Let’s not play
at vanishing.
Let’s speak
in split tongues—
you in dusk,
me in flame—
and let the echo
be richer
for it.
You know who you are.
In the heart of Bethlehem
Peace whispers and hopes abide
Fields of olive, skies of blue
Little children have so much
Fun too and dreams came true

And peace and love flourish
Echoes of happiness in Palestine
A tapestry of past and present
In each tear drop a life a lesson

In 1950's Palestine 86% of Christians
Lived in perfect harmony and
Then a struggle born darkness
Of the night evil rose without sight
Yet amidst the pain our spirit shines
Bright and in Palestine where hope entwines.
In Bethlehem 1950 was 86% of Christians now it's 10% Christians in 2025 they where driving out of there own country by evil and greed.
Bethlehem Palestine.
Men
A man who:
Takes pictures of himself
Everyday
Won’t have the time for you

A man who:
Leaves love notes on
Napkins
Underneath your coffee cup
Will love you when
You have nothing

A man who:
Declares he’s a great father
For all to see
Really
Truly
Isn’t

A man who:
Tells his children
Over the phone
Next to their bed
Kisses them good night
Where no one can see or hear
Truly is
A decent man

A man who:
Doesn’t make promises
But shows over
Time
His worth
His character
Is someone to know

A man who:
Makes mistakes
But tries his damndest
To make amends
May not see
Eye to eye
With all
But
Respects the process
Of understanding
Each other

A man who:
Writes poetry anonymously
Posts it for the world to
See
Is an enigma
"I've had it with this heat. I can't breathe, I keep coughing and
the doctor still hasn't come to see me."

"It's a life full of trap doors, my sweet. Only yesterday I fell down
one and landed flat on my back. Now all I can do is wish the day
away until bedtime."

"It's a good job we're in bed, then."

"It certainly is. Shall we smoke some lung destroying tobacco?"

"Sounds perfect, but first come here and give me a cuddle."

"We are awful, aren't we?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Oh, I do love you."

"As I love you. "

"Kiss me, you miserable *****."

"He-he, there's more than that on the menu."
A repost from the vaults
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