Femininity ... This is not something that is given from nature, but something that Nature gives if a woman is able to accept this Gift ... Woman's nature is caring, tenderness, understanding, wisdom, sexual desire, energy of the night A treasure. You can be beautiful. You can be wise. You can be sexy You can be understanding. You can be gentle ... Mysterious ... But Femininity is something more It's like Night. - You stand in the night, you look at the stars, you practically don't know anything about them, but they seem to you the most dear, the most...
Piers Morgan: An odious cowardly bully and a racist misogynist; belatedly and justifiably getting his comeuppance!
By Stanley Collymore
Some bullies do their nasty work incognito through social media; others regularly and malevolently given both a platform and the accompanying power to them totally obviously and solely irresponsibly; simply to enhance their staunch inadequacies and rabidly festering insecurities by these key racist rightwing owned - thoroughly managed and fully authorized, totally Caucasian driven, white supremacy organized media ...
I smell your existence, sometimes in the souls of leaves rising from an invisible fire started and kept alive by a neighbor, assigned by ritual to keep a few square meters of the world tidy, I hear you in the warbler in the shedding tree near my window.
I see your thinking as I wallow in the Saturday calm of frozen trees, there are no children in the park, 'Udtong Daco', your sun claims the midpoint of the day as unhealthy, makes the swing seats and slides untouchable, keeps people indoors for the sake of sanity.
You don't talk, you text And when you find a partner You just look for the next You don't work You network And when your web collapses You scramble around for another Because you don't feel You live in appeal that isn't real
Stood there between the relative and the absolute feeling time was running out yet knowing time never ends just runs clockwise in circles.
The waiter arrived unfolding a table and a chair "Your table, sir! Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"
"What's today's special?"
"Tea, sir! What is your pleasure?" said the waiter and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes "Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..." ...