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Delicateness makes tenderness more vulnerable. Not all can understand, that tenderness has more than one side: depth of empathy for others makes you yourself more vulnerable and may lead you the more easily to pains than others of less sensitivity. The consequence is that these tender wounded martyrs by too many beatings get their surface rough that fools the eye concealing badly covered wounds that still hurt constantly in depth. The deeper sensitivity and tenderness, ...

So? Are you convinced? Kinda! Why kinda? I asked for an apple, I got an orange. Then you weren't convinced, what makes you say kinda? Cause I got a fruit. Get out of here! Haha, Ya! ...

Tell me what is it that you talk about everyday but can never ever see? It is peace. And that what you see everyday but about which you never ever talk? It is war. Now I say this: I love war I love war War war war war war I hate peace I hate it I hate it. You can do bad things but can never ever say you see! Why? Idk. You call this ...

Drifting lonely as a cloud of no more stuff than dreams are made of is the dream of my existence, floating aimlessly on seas of turbulence with no more meaning than a passing night of dreams and of no more than that. My life and person is a dream that passes on to change into some other dream perhaps of no more validity than any dream of great stuff writ in water to immediately be ...

Let me enter you but without tears and pains, to have a peep around your mind, investigating feelings and vibrations just to get to know you to sort out and harmonize our music and discover other universes than our own with no hard feelings and no stealth at all, but just the contrary: enrichment, to find out how it all came about that we two found a common tone that keeps resounding in our hearts ...

Can I ever forget Those who forgot Can I ever forgive Those who can't, Can I ever think more Of those who think less, Can I ever share  With those who don't Can I love those That fail to love, I can of course, why? Because I care ...

The love that should be loved, By lovers who can love, Love is tireless for some, Love lies in our hearts, Sometimes void of love entwined, Not for the lack of desire, Minds willing with bodies not, Impulse with one, rejected by another, Focussed on fulfillment, Abandoned by defect, Not by default.  Love shouldn't be conditional, Far from the truth,  The norm is not always the norm. Life has to give before it can take ...

A take on the MacDiarmid classic ...

I got the idea whilst at home in Scotland for the Festivities ...

makes someone become a person. The storyline true, the only one written at Christmas (2020). Pic: my own ...

When we're alone in our thoughts, We question, not why we're alone,  But why we're alone in our thoughts? ...

For children everywhere even here - photo from book ...

A favourite later poem, being an honest descriptive writing from the experience of actually being there and remembering the different impressions awoken, including from local news items at the time. Pic.: is of Cox's Walk   Walking Cox’s Walk, Dulwich, in 2009, enduring haunt from childhood, largely untouched since the last steam locomotive thundered through in 1954. Sadly, as for all who grew up in suburban London during the post-war years, with radical changes since ...

Countries on the alert for wars, their world has no time for growth, no room for change; the stillborn words perish in the books, they catch the attention of the outsiders, the readers ...

This year has been utterly atrocious for me. Haiku ...