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Knocked down way to up Gravity brings down things With help of others who push and insures the law Generous pats only to keep you down   While stepping for their gain Making the promise checks while crossing fingers Lies don’t lift others only their cynicism No worries for them to pay truth to others fortune Knees do hurt this will not stop one from standing Kicked and stepped love is the one mirrors smiles too Read or express in ways others fantasize about Even a rocket leaves the ground Stars where they go others spew their misery to ones who stay Knocked down way to up Thomas Basille my first book buy here  

Love loved then gone like a cloud Hormones with lots of emotions Time quells the lust The happy pink view loses its veneer The real test begins Crossing the heart and hope to survive Holding hands now hope that the looks don’t kill A wish on a crashed shooting star Passion you little attention disorder Heart fell and the body held as long as it could Move on or work the game players hate to play The wind picks up Why does new always means gone in the end? Tears for some and the grieving make the taste bitter for the other innocent Sky has become clear love front for days Love loved then gone like a cloud

Self important and self absorbed the new community   Many of the younger crowd for years has been told you are special. Is good but now it has become an epidemic with my problems are much more important than any others. Teaching this has put many in a state of it’s all about me. Guess it’s easier to control people when they aren’t there to help others only themselves. Would like to think the rest of the world isn’t like this. This is a dangerous line that society has crossed. They say the younger are more community active must be a small study somewhere. I pretty much see they will help as long there is something in it for them not just doing this to be helpful and to gives hand. The example I would like to give is I work with a younger lady who had some personal issues one day and didn’t make it to work, the next day at work I asked how things were. She of course said without thinking you could of never handled the day I have had. Now she knows a just less than two weeks before

Big plain space jumbles the mind      To create usually comes easy. Until the imagination block comes mind seems tired. Ideas seem ho hum no real cures. Inspiration seems to be on vacation. My vortex to my little realm of worlds of fiction on holiday so I read even those words seems like a school text book. I think maybe it’s a depression for in the last few months a lot has happened. Guess thinking that going through a rough time more would lend the helping hand. Once again had to reach inside myself and grab from my inner strength and keep myself going. This week was gonna be different I hoped but have developed a sinus cold. Getting older these seem to really knock me down more and more. Now really feeling like a shell of a person I walk close to what seems to be a zombie state. I always like to write my words where they excite me to write more. Passion where are you?   A prose would be nice a haiku or my good old free verse. Cursed the way words in dreams I still accomplish

Voice in darkness Silent walls, voice says alone Lamp light on, voice says why is this? A look to the mirror, voice says that’s an answer? A walk through the house, voice says ghost inside Down and up stairs, voice says exercise? Sat in easy chair, voice says too quiet Reading a book, voice says quick next chapter Thought of lost love, voice says never again Imagine a better way, voice says dream better in sleep Haunted by demons, voice says calm the ego Hearing chains from behind, voice says spirits trapped Lights off book closed, voice says fear the unknown? Eyes closed comforted by ones strength, voice says be strong my friend Thoughts of childhood dreams, voice says gone like the monster in the closet Be better in the morning, voice says another day of doubt and ghostly love Its Halloween, voice says Happy Halloween all Voice in darkness

Gather an imagination Looking at colorful leaves in autumn The voice of imagination smiles Some say it’s the child in all of us May be but the inspiration furnace becomes ignited Many look for the green seems to make them feel better Like a good addiction it’s never enough Leaving their imagination scattered saying no one makes anything with that Dreamers become broken while green makes life so much smoother In ignorance the bliss is sweet Innovators change the game for green with imagination Others ring the chimes work hard leave the dreams behind Fingers bleed sweat trenches the fire to where it just smolders Children are wild ones not adults grow up Stop the typing and painting noise Some have it others are born with it In the eyes of green beliefs become archaic Dreamers become self aware while a walk in the mind Gather an imagination

Play Pumpkins Centerfold So hot that she could make the pie.  

                                                PUMPKIN NO MORE, NOW IT'S JOL  TIME

The less of self (thought for the day) We all have problems some bigger than others. In these days though only problems most see is their own. The cost of helping others in the circle of life usually pays back more than just sitting and wanting help for yourself. Most will claim to be religious this way may though change in a donation bucket for the organization to credit for your good deed which is really a decent thing to do. Ever just stop and try and help someone who just needs a hand? Real humans use to do this. Strangers use to help neighbors now there has to be a catch, what’s in for me? We have become more corporate than we could ever imagine. Some would call this fascist where corporations run governments and the population gets in line and defends this to the end. I myself have witnessed myself doing this defending certain places. What can we do? Support the smaller places and individuals? This may be a way to gain back some of our freedom. Where worrying if the corpor

A rant of being     Seems like somewhere in time I must of did something really bizarre. I keep things simple help family and friends and on occasion strangers. I give to a few charities not a lot never had an over inflated wallet. Now in a rough spot myself have reached only a very few have assisted. I know times are tough, only asking for some assistance. I truly believe in kindness is the best way if we are truly a step above animals. I have not witnessed this personally on occasion you hear something but to experience this personally is not in my grasp. Even in the moments I am down like now I do offer to help stupid maybe. I only know maybe others do have it worse. Any other time in my life I would just keep being positive and walk this adventure. I have two books a few have read and have enjoyed them. This will just pass people who stop here. The stress I am under right is huge I do see light at end of the tunnel. Though I have the time some of the bills are too persistent

Lost may be where I am      Life has the strangest humor. I know at my age many lose parents though the sudden way is hard to move on from. Small regrets of should off and could off. Finding closure is a bit difficult come from a family where money is extremely tight like most in this economy. I do ok under different circumstances, my father past on less than two years ago him and mom hid some things like some huge debt. Some of this disappeared upon his death others lingered. That’s when I decided to move in with my mom. I did manage to get lot of the debt relieved by helping her and with her health helped her be comfortable until she recently passed. Now with her passed on more bills have appeared like funeral costs and now will be some legal fees for transfer of things. This is the difficult part with all the financial assistance I did for mom now I am drained. I usually give what I can to charities or just help a friend or stranger. The table has turned to put in bluntly I a