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Wisdom broken Why so many answers? Nothing seems to be true though Cold hard facts from really cool opinions I know what I know they told me The wise man’s early to the funeral Should have been fixed yesterday The word is only what I believe so others are wrong Insanity try once doesn’t work try again Poppers need the hoops to live their luxury life Yippee don’t touch the rich entitlements The wise speak with no words heard Loopholes come join us the Kool-aid is only for you Plenty for all, all come to a percent Happy to hurt others that doesn’t belong in the tree house Love of course is only the way in compromise one sees it Wisdom broken

BRAINSHARK ACHES AND PAINS OF DREAMS Welcome to this little story of life and other poetic ways of telling ones dreams in poems and short stories. First let me tell you about me the Brainshark is the being that swims or floats and sometimes walk through the fine line of dream reality and the waking reality. A defender a Sheppard of keeping the two worlds from colliding with each other this could be interesting or just plain chaos. Before this really gets started I find desire and dreams get confused sometimes desire is the wants of one’s ego. A dream a real dream usually doesn’t concern itself very often with wealth and luxury. The only luxury it shares is the personal wealth of wisdom and conquering some fears and some issues that walk amongst us day in and day out.   Still curious of the way of the Brainshark talking ignorant and thinking this way with the mind totality closed makes the mind very tasty. Sorry couldn’t resist that is from my previous species. The channel I

She closed the book, and finally, decided to walk through the door. The thought of how simple this should be for most people. She only has the pain from life of being misused, scars that can’t be seen only in her heart. Misery is said to love company. Loneliness has really become her only associate. Life’s little joke, a thought on how the loved ones had used her. Without any empathy and they always expecting more from her. The words that she has just read. Personal notes of the one who should have said some kind words of her family love and devotion, just to find no words of any thankfulness. Words for the others who used the grandmother and drained her financially to get what they wanted. Only to leave for long periods then come back and repeat. In the end of it were just me and grandmother many years of sacrifice for what? Damn the book she thought, the will did say to read the diary in grandmother’s house, but why? It’s like sending an innocent prisoner back to her cell for a

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