Image Source CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU In and out of love, I have fallen. Not once, Not twice, And I have always endured. But with you, It's impossible to fall out of love, And impossible not to love, For

Been a quiet old week on the radio waves... No new shows coming along that I have spotted. Alas @meno is hanging up the mic on his MSP show for the timebeing. But all is not lost, you can always catch

Oil on Canvas - Wild Horse hi , today i would like to post this work in @artisteem, seems it's a great dapp , they support Artist and painters , so i would like to try it also, here we are able to upload

source My love Your eyes, my consciousness, and my eyes are drowning in my depth, so live me Your eyes are sweet and rosy Your eyes are a planet drier moving over my balconies Your eyes are a moon that

source You are the night and I am your dawn, you are the sun and I am your shadow ... Your eyes are a spiritual hole, and a movement that does not frighten me to sink into it And your vast sky stars ...

Source Educated Guess By Stephen Martin I watch the giants fall,        like stalactites knocked from the roof they wane like pocketed moons, their memories blazed                      on mountain edges

Well, folks, it's that time again. The beginning of a new month and the beginning of a brand new farmpunk fiction writing contest. As always, let's give honor to the winners of the previous contests: Farmpunk

"Being owned is kinda like you are my property [...]" --Andy Rubin ~ Crawl this. Story. AmeriCNN Sentences represents my daily struggle to wade through the news media inspired by CNN headlines

This next poem from The Colour Grey is another I won't be rewriting. In this case, it's because this happens to be one of my favourites in the book. Re-reading it today, more than a decade after penning

Your Very Old Neighbor Your neighbors next door screams in a certain way each All Hallows Eve, or, at least, you thought so, until you discovered that they actually weren’t home. So. Who is it then, that

In my opinion one thing is common in most of the peoples life and that is PRESSURE and pressure comes when we are not able to handle particular situation in an effective way and then slowly this particular

Poem @berniesanders Well several days ago I had a conversation in SteemSpeak trying to get some upvotes for @poetsunited witness and I came up with the idea to write a poem for the people voted on the

Since I have this all-time-low resource credit, I choose to combine two of my days and poetry to catch up. Hopefully, I will have enough to post my 11th poem later this evening Tired blood of fake odor

How do you want me to be? I am lost in this universe Free but I am imprisoned I have no place to hold me And spirit dwells me The touch moved rigidly Via And you get me out of this silence Where am I?

Death’s Call Is the one last drop that we all are afraid of, the one odor of imploding fear that we will never admit to for if we do we will destroy ourselves in our own paradoxes. 👻 Paradox Box || Halloween

After posting yesterday reminding readers of the currently running #farmpunk fiction writing contest, I received a notification that I have achieved Minnow status. It's time to celebrate! Image from Pixabay.

Rotten stench of forgotten days Fresh is no longer an option the process is rotten at its feet, dragging along this pale stench of lost breath: May the dead ones close their noses, and the living not be

Image from AZ Quotes. The Germans have a concept that is not easily translated into English. In fact, there is no purely English word that connotes a feeling of joy or pleasure at someone else's misfortune.

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Wicked Witch! Your crooked soul speaks of enchantments that make people plea in pale fear, listen! I will not tolerate you torturing my innocent ones! No pale moon makes me weep! I am the power of glowing