I remember the spoken word of the old poet;. Family, wife, kids. From his youth days,. And going out for a stroll;. Fake world we built for ourselves. What mud and flesh have in common. Me, you, them.

Here there were no porches, nor swings, nor naughty boys to whisper in your ear. There were no lazy Summer afternoons full of laughter, the chatter of birds in the trees and she had long ago forgotten the touch of the breeze.

About Language of the Small Folk. To be away but darn life gets in the way. As you can see, by day 23 I was just a. There was panic, yes. There was a very strong desire to give.

Sociopathic Corporations Ruin Everything Around Me. Click on the image above to read or download in any format you require. All Of The Exit Doors Are Now Locked. The helping hand is hidden from the poor. And you can be damned sure. In these times, the rich dine with fine China.

She was taking a shower and Abhay was sitting on the bed listening to the splashes of water when suddenly these words floated from inside the bathroom to his ears-. 8220;Jo bhi hai rookha-sookha. Mann mein wo bolo toh. He had always been the one with more words.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,. The courage to change the things I can,. And the wisdom to know the difference.

This may be the Sweetest Guide for the Strange and Unusual. Unite and take over! Poem by Allen Ginsberg. O, the joys of this. It is the last day of the quote challenge! July 30, 2015.

Hello everyone, here I am again after a long time without writing anything at all. I used to believe that things might change for better however everything that happens is worse and worse than the previous one, to me it seems that I live in an endless darkness. I am not young any more and I do no.