Indignant in her confidence
she is a crutch for many,
but now time to drop the penny.
That there are two ends to a rope,
in all her strengthened binding,
the power to haul sails aloft
where life’s canvas can only
be seen in her, as steady.
As she goes, now needs secure knots,
a chain splice might be the tight.
http://www.animatedknots.com/chainsplice/index.php?
dwk
riding out, on Matt's quarterhorse, Marky's pinto and cool Luke's thoroughbred, towards the house of John's good cheer, hear only our loose laughing tongues and horse breath in still, hot air. Then startled, sudden prancing, the horses turn a kick, no one fell, know calming tricks, check out fetlock or missing shoes. But, then on the trail comes around a guy with a gun, slowly smiling, but with no fun any horsesense can smell. He offers g'ddays and asks the ways to 'Peter's Grand Gatehouse', he's "following father, as any good son", looks worried tho, just like those folk whose trigger finger, will soon see them done. To lengthen wear of his saddle we tell him ride 'westward keep following the sun', and, on his calm, fine, snowflake Appaloosa to the frontier of the horizon, can hear fading... his sprinting horse's foot fall, drum an' a drum, drum an' a drum, drum an' a drum.dwk
many years of reading here
but a fall off of communication and therefore,
will to energise even a pixel is lacking.
It is interesting witnessing your confidence
to tell your stories, fact or fiction,
but the quietness of other readers is astounding.
Is the putrid twitter now utilised by personalities and promoters,
closing minds or just killing time?
Interaction pushing friendship further away?
A stream of nothing greets me everyday
and inappropriate advertising hides your say.
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can’t tell the bullshit from the liesScreaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vainSo I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insaneDown on my knees in Suburbia
Down on myself in every wayWith great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn’t grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I’ll never get oldSo I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insaneDown on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every wayDay after, day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after
Songwriters
DAVID BOWIEPublished by
Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
you cannot see
beyond the screen
you cannot see
pixel defined horizon lines.
You CANNOT see
beyond qwertyuiop keys,
life IS unfair
when eyes are impaired
but if you reach for Ray Ban
for the blind man’s cool stare?
Make sure you see
those sunshine times
when eyes light up for you and me . . . . .
dwk
I visited Joe Seeber’s blog today, out of courtesy, he follows me apparently.
It is a classic, the comment I left got so long it turned into this blog,
so his techniques must work I suppose, except I have never seen or read them and here is the reason why…
”Manifest my own reality…………..”?
“I mostly read personal development books as l am on a strict regimen of always improving myself as a person and offering as much value to the world."
I hope Joe’s self-esteem and confidence gains some ground because anyone pretentious enough to offer to guide others without knowing the way, grasping at other’s maps and trying to live the american dream of making money out of everything is not the dream of the majority.
Joe says don’t worry about others, do it your way. "Does your blog make the cut?" He presents himself as Judge, jury and hangman? Who put you in those positions over my little blog that does not have many visitors, but therefore, does keep the nest buzzing and here and there some honey for WordPress. Even I paid them to take the ads off one blog because the ads were so poor.
What about action Joe? -Why not take your improvement skills and GO and sort out the world’s eating problems, help starving people get hold of the tons of food dumped every night by supermarkets in the developed world. (That is reality not a left wing complaint). Help the obese lose weight and save them from diabetes. Make training videos of how to handle money better instead of blogs and throw your laptop away for real freedom. (Yes I did!)
and thankyou again for helping me to write my blog, which I only write when something pours out, rather like retching and probably of the same consistency.
http://www.joeseeber.com/how-to-get-more-traffic/
p.s. I just enjoy reading your blogs, not all as some dive into detail or cannot get across what they want to say despite magnificent language.
dwk
......over the edge 