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The Folly of My Grief The Folly of My Life
minutes, hours, go by
days weeks go by and away
months and more than a year
disappear
and you are more gone
than ever
No more your voice No more
walking Mass.St, with my arm around you
going for a meal at Zen Zero
(Phad Thai your fav. Lob Gai mine )
No More Need
to give, or send you
damn money
no
life
left
gone gone dead gone dear sweet one
* * * * * *
for Leah, of course
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2019dkzkdankozak2019december
Published 8th Dec 2019
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Anonymous
8th Dec 2019 8:44pm
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8th Dec 2019 9:14pm
9th Dec 2019 6:08am
"everything else"? well,
it was rhetorical
more than anything
else.
Gracias
it was rhetorical
more than anything
else.
Gracias
11th Dec 2019 1:12am
"walking Mass.St, with my arm around you
going for a meal at Zen Zero
(Phad Thai your fav. Lob Gai mine )"
Not so folly-cious when memories put you in touch with the good times you had together.
going for a meal at Zen Zero
(Phad Thai your fav. Lob Gai mine )"
Not so folly-cious when memories put you in touch with the good times you had together.
11th Dec 2019 1:36am
11th Dec 2019 2:00am
Yes. It can be very saddening and that feeling of helplessness is difficult to shake.
But all helplessness stems from some belief in being incapable. Once you recognize that it is just a belief and not a fact, then can be a different ballgame.
But all helplessness stems from some belief in being incapable. Once you recognize that it is just a belief and not a fact, then can be a different ballgame.
11th Dec 2019 10:41pm
I concluded years ago that all is illusion (as per Zen), and that in "believing" illusion as being some thing "real", immediately ups the ante to the level of delusion, which is where the big fun of murder and mayhem ( literal and metaphoric), go shit'fuck wild on so many 'levels of collective & individual Mind, that we have thus created:
Human Life on Earth
Human Life on Earth
