THE SPOUSE OF SENTIMENTS

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FOR FEMALE EYES ONLY

Ever wonder what men grow up learning from other men about their bodies? No beating around the bush, have you ever wondered if boys/men are taught how to managed their sentiments, when it came to women?
Don’t lie, you had and still are wondering.

Any way, let me put you out of you misery.
You think you have figured out men?
Well, you never fully can.

Why?
It is very simply, really.
Because men haven’t figured out themselves yet and are constantly fighting their sentiments.

You think that is a whole lot of rubbish, don’t you?
Then read my case below……

“Daddy smiled and coughed light,
Understanding my explained plight.
Men are lonely and they know,
Yet they conspire not to let show.

“These women are assisted all through
By their very own sex, unlike you.
Firstly by mothers or sisters, then peers.
All thrust, show or coax their shares.

“Ladies understand the bodies’ world well
As they grow so guided, you can tell.
The boy discovers on his very own.
And thus, what he finds is his fun.”

Every young boy searches on and what tiny bits he finds, picks up or scavenge along the way, he tries to enjoy and make the best of as much as he can, like a lone wild wolf out in his personal world.

So beware ladies.
Next fellow you meet, could have tamed his wild sentiments for real or not. He is at best, just keeping his urges in check.
No man is ever fully domesticated.

Good luck, eternal Spouse of Sentiments.

You owe me big time, ladies.
Gratitude accepted!

IDOLS

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What or who do you idolize? Do you revere anything in particular or do you just go it on your own, living life by your wits?

What sort of answers satisfy you when you are faced with those questions that simply refuse to be answered?

The patience of man
Had over many ages
Given to his own land
Births of many images.

It has made gods
Of so many symbols;
Earthly made rods,
Also celestial balls.

In his long wait
His patience creates
Answers that relate
Only to his state.

The clouds of reason
Cover his horizons;
Make a sky season,
Or mystic masons.

Sight is so deceptive
That it can tilt a view,
Halo any perspective
With inspired preview.

Man looks around
And sees such beauty,
Beyond any he found
Or his own humanity.

In his natural urge
He pays respects to
Visions and courage,
Where honour isn’t due.

In his all human way,
He puts faith in those
He comprehends’ll stay;
Idolizing his very nose.

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WOULDN’T IT

Be great to look and see, and just let as it all be.
Do what could and should, with no reserves for would.

Note the horizons as set, to appreciate as they let.
When death does make lone; to say yes! It is all done.

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The many hopeful questions we ask ourselves actually have simple answers in the way we choose to deal with the uncomplicated circumstances we naturally find ourselves in and the so many complex situations we create. 

If only we made most things simpler by being a lot less complicated, a lot will be clearer than we think they are. 

Just consider this for a minute.

Every time you select to make a decision, consider if you really must.

Because…….

Wouldn’t it be great to look and see, and just let as things as the are?

Wouldn’t it be nice to do what could and should, with no reserves for would,

Wouldn’t it be fine to note the horizons as set, to appreciate them as they’re

When it all ends, life is fully spent and death separates us and singles us out; wouldn’t it be great to say yes, it is all done. 

Wouldn’t it be great to be a able to say we did only what we must?

LIL’ SIM

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Have you had some difficulty in explaining a complex term to a child before? A simple thing like sex, birth, love or death could prove more complex than it normally is when you try to explain it to children.

Stories in any simple form get you there. 

It has worked for ages, ancient folks had tapped at the unlimited resources of story telling when it comes to educating the young. 

Singing the tales in cute rhymes makes them easy to remember and children always love to sing. Sneak in a lesson or two, you are done and dusted. It stays with them all their lives and gets passed on for all time, if it is good. 

For centuries kids have ‘Row, rowed their boats,’ beneath ‘Twinkle twinkle little stars’ and ‘life is but a dream’ for these ‘Diamonds in the sky.’

You hope and pray that you can keep them safe.

In their warm beds and for every story end,
You hope for the best for each of them. 

You hope they hear you and the messages, use them and just be normal.

Sim played ‘a lil’ house’
On the Muddy’s bank.
Then came a lil’ mouse
And Sim’s skin shrank.

Sim slipped and fell,
Splash into the Muddy.
Soon lil’ Sim could tell
To swim is so hardy.

Lil’ Sim so drank
The bad muddy water.
As her tiny head sank
No one saw Sim later.

Where lil’ Sim will be
Clothes are not clean,
Eyes dark as night be,
They eat no lil’ bean.

O lil’ Sim’s friends
Don’t you wish her here?
Warm beds and story ends,
Like all here who hear.

THIS FEAR OF JOY

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Bleeding trees don’t all die.
Into our lives a lot will pry.

The driest seed will germinate,
Its pains would compensate.

All leaves die, dry and fall,
Surely will those today so tall.

The little shoots rises we know,
So will all small people grow.

Every growing bud has its own day,
Eluding this fear of joy is our way.

We tend to go through life thinking we have the most problems. 
It is after all a big part of living to have some trouble and difficulties, isn’t it?

But with the hardship, we mostly have the means to overcome them.

Isn’t it odd, it turns out that those with the most trials end up making the most of their situation and become remarkable successes?

For some reason their difficulties equip them and the rewards of their resilience sorts of compensates for all their many pains.

As surely as time passes by, all of existence will end and so will we all. Every bit of life will end.

The mighty shall become small and the little will grow big and burst, like an inflated balloon.

Every barely visible piece can have its moment in the sun and grow into a big entity, to be noticed by everything else some day.

But this will only happen if we let it. If we let ourselves have those moments of considerable joy…..

And the secret is? 
Letting go of one’s fear of failing.

“Eluding this fear of joy is our way”

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IT RAINED

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Sleep is death everyday
And dreams, the after life.
Morning wakes Lazarus
Into a very moist terminus.

The birds call out stops,
Jetting in over roof tops.
The sun arrives from the east,
In its twelve hourly haste.

Wingless termites each pair,
From glassy littered floors appear.
Lizards leave damp cracks
Amidst frogs’ conducted croaks.

Each awakes as another
To catch the day younger.
The wet early mood hurried;
For surely last night it rained.

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