it's personal discussion

The moon shining on Waltham Forest...its quiye little on the edge of East London...I thought I could spend my life, hiding from the world and my thoughts...alas...my thoughts have at least found me...

Damn...what a calamity, in need of some clarity, not your charity, or your hilarity...

It's hot but where's the sun...

The world is as big as we make it, in terms of our emotions, experiences and empathy with others...

Sometimes the internet is a perpetual echo chamber, in the sense your fears become legitimised and made bigger and louder than they really are...sometimes it good to talk...like the old days, face to face...

It's funny how the wind can suddenly change direction...its strange, cos I never once imagined it...it appears that the wind may be blowing my boat towards the German shore...

Life is sequence of human connections...some of which are amazing and others not so great...but I wanted to let you know, its been amazing so far...thank you!

I wish I could have a deeper theological conversation...alas, that's not in vogue, we want to know how but not why...Perhaps you don't want to ask or feel yoibcan handle that conversation but openess and sincerity allows the soul to encompass anything...the question remains, are you willing to go on that journey with me?

The human emotion is so varied and confusing...it seems so hard to find peace...one loses hope alone...but gains strength when they place their trust in another...one who supports and doesn't disappear...reliable and present...come fly with me...not your body but your soul....

hey bud, i’m moving this to the right folder

Hey Jay, no worries, apologies

Why do I hate Mondays so much, maybe it's the journey to Paddington, may be it's the workload that gathers every weekend...maybe it's me?

A walk around the Bend

Well, the day is about to end,
Just before I go around the bend.

Have you ever felt like this,
That something is slightly a miss.

Is this the wrong place,
For a question we must face.

Why am I here,
Cast away the fear.

Open your heart for a talk,
Let us simply go for a walk.

Mmm...will have to think about the above few lines of verse, not my best output of thought or rhyme, but than again I never seem have the energy or time...

I wish I could help, may be I can, but you don't ask and I am shy to say anything...but i hold out my hand..

The world and it's cause troubles me, if I say to you everything will be fine, would you be believe? Would you trust me?

If I ask you to follow me into the darkness, would you hold my hand hoping to reach the light?

If I ask you to believe, would you surrender your heart hoping to be given life a new?

Am I a life raft in the sea of negligence, apathy and despair? Don't drown, fight, live, kick with your legs, swim towards the light, towards the surface.. Live...

In a world where information is easy to access, why have stopped exploring? Not the universe but our souls...

Perhaps information does not equal knowledge...

What kind of ocean is the internet? Without a float you may find the waves overcoming you...have something to stay a float...for the darkness of the depth of the ocean is waiting to grab you...

Perhaps in the darkness one may find light...you tell me, have you?

If not, I have a candle and I am willing to share it's light with you...

But don't the trauma of something extinguish the Flame of hope burning in you...

I hold out my hand for you...

The inner demons come to be devious,
No joking now, you got to get serious.

You got to prepare that knife and be ready,
That demon will be packed with a machete.

I hold out my hand, grab it if you really can,
Or else you will be a demon, not a man.

The world is an ocean,
Full good and evil,

Don't drown,
Don't be the evil,
Stay a float,
All eyes on me,

You will fine,
Ride the surf,

Why?

Do you feel so that you need to use such rhetoric,
Do you think in keeping others away, its effective?

This talk that you want to die,
Is it for help that you cry?

I would like to reach out to you,
Even though you don't want me to,

Perhaps it's me and your just an immature child,
Perhaps I should disappear back to the wild.

wow

Thanks Edge...

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road is where I’ll always be

Every stop I make, I’ll make a new friend
Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.

Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light – that’s hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light – that’s hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.

Terry Bush

Can I just say that your poems are really good? :)

Thanks

Wish...
How I wish I knew of writing poetry and prose,
Would I write about you or my beloved rose.

How I wish I knew of themes,
That too, that has passed, so it seems.

I wish I knew of rthym and rytheme,
Alas for learning I never had time.

Say Something

Hey brick wall,
I want to talk to,

I get no response,
My own voice.

Echoes back,
Nothing new.

Say something,
I want to hear you.

Bodrul wrote: "Thanks"

Np.