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No good, all this loving

From others

No good, all this lack of loving

From others

If you (me)

Don't love yourself (myself)

But if you (I) do

Then

Love from others is better

Lack of love from others is better dealt with

 

First and foremost

If love is not firmly inside one self

Love is something outside of self to grasp at

If love is not firmly inside one self

First and foremost

 

Love what?

Love self

Love others

Love all people

Love nature

Love whole world

Love self

 

Loving self is not being selfish

Selfish is alienation

True loving of self is not

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With a bound the ball strikes the ground and flies through the air

to land against the back fence

the tennis bat zips fruitlessly through that same air

but the match is won anyway

 

The ball rolls for ever down a hill

or so it seems

so effortless does it go

 

Spot the dog chasing the ball

Spot the child chasing the ball

Spot the dragon chasing the ball

The dragon gets there first and swallows it up

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Once upon a time I was born

now upon a time I am alive

in future upon a time I will die

these things are a given

 

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She was there

damaged of face

in the coffin

not really her coffin

not this damaged beauty

damaged of face

alcoholic abuse

dead of alcholic poisoning

dead but not forgotten

not by my shredded heart

a heart that can no longer

love deeply

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Did you know?

 

What I heard from Arnold's sister or was it my sister?

 

That she might just have read on the back of a bus stop shelter?

 

Well I tell you!

 

It is proof positive that you just can't trust him/her/them!

 

That he/she/they are simply up to no good!

 

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I hate you!

 

You never did love me!

 

I never want to see you again!

 

Get away from me you cad!

 

What do you mean you don't know me?

 

That's a damn poor excuse!

 

What do you mean you have never seen me before in your whole life?

 

What does that matter?

 

Run away then!

 

Hhhaaa!

 

You lot are all the same!

 

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Mildly Blue Day

 

On a busy morning I get on the TransPerth bus, a public transportation bus, going from the outer suburb where I live in Perth, Western Australia. Sometimes I chat with people but even if I do it is only brief good mannered stuff. You know, talking about the weather and or how buses are so often late. Got to admit it the routine is enjoyable sometimes and boring at others but mostly it is just something that one does, that one quietly and unthinkly endures.

 

Being a pensioner I place my discounted SmartRider card against a reader device, tagging on they call it, and find a seat. Always the bus goes to a transition station at a place where there is also a shopping complex. Sometimes the bus changes over to a number that I can ride further into the city so I don't get off but many times I have to change over at once to another bus or just wait for another bus.

 

Lots of aboriginal people where I live and African immagrants which makes life interesting. Security guards are there with tazers. Saw one screaming at a young black man once until the black guy reacted and the security guy had an excuse to zap him; he zapped him. Sometimes there is trouble but I have heard it was worse before I came along. Must be because of my good influence (yehhh right!).

 

Go into the city, not a big city with only a million or so folks that somehow manages to still feel like a big town at times, get off close to the CBD (Central Business District), go to the studio but on the way pause to buy a not so cheap take away coffee. Mildly flirt with a young woman behind the counter who is of course desirous of my short, fat, ugly poor self.

(Can't help it, those supermodels just keep on begging me to go out with them but I just have to refuse; I mean I have my reputation as a loser to protect!)

 

Studio means painting or doing 3D montage stuff. Creativity is sometimes stronger or weaker as is focus and sociability. Its good to get something strong happening but I am still newish to being an artist, an aspiring artist, and it's hit and miss. Results are mostly not satisfying to me even if others are pleased. Still, some items are pleasing even if only because they show my abilities have improved.

 

Running out of money! Used to do more shopping for luxuries like computer games, graphic novels, figurines but now I have to be more careful. I am far from alone from that even though Australia's economy rode out the big world economic troubles better than did those of many other countries.

 

Am still short, fat, ugly and poor so I should attract a young beautiful wealthy woman any day now who will take me away from all this!

(Yehhh right!)

 

 

Life goes on!

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