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The thunder and lightning… promote Yourself

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The thunder and lightning…
Flashes illuminating the dark of the night…
Rumbles of the thunder shattering the solace of the darkness.
Eyes wide open, listening…
The rain and wind, the consistent roar…
I take it as a sign…
I see it as an omen…
Where I am at? 
Looking out into the blackness of night.
Seeing the flashes of blinding light…. The horizon so distant, so unattainable…
The rumble of thunder…
Drowning out my shouts of fear and doubt… 

Let it rain by Gillian Sims

Friends – Promote Yourself


Why are we here, why do we walk on this earth? From the moment we come out of the womb we are left behind wondering why we are here.
As the young child looks to her mother for an answer to a question she doesn’t even know.
Her eyes gazing upon the beauty of her mother looking for a semblance to a reason to be in this place, even as a child we wonder why, what, how, and yet the answer still eludes us.
We get lies, conjecture, half-truths, and ideas on why we are put on this earth but still nobody knows, it is at this point that we begin to look for a friend to wander through life with. We ask the same questions, why and for what, the questions are many but the answers are very few.
Friends don’t come around very often, so when we do stumble across one we must nurture this relationship like a mother to her children, listening, learning, caring  showing, not thinking of our selves only wanting to be strong for our soul and our friend.
Together we go on and take on the world feeling each other’s pain and happiness sharing in the wonderful gift of life we get from each other.
The greatness of a friend is like no other it is the one choice we get that we have total control over and has the potential to change our live forever. When the bond is made the magic that befalls us is soothing and complete. There is no better gift in life than to have someone who cares for you unconditionally and without fail; it is this test of metal that defines our lives.
I am looking forward to a life long happiness that begins and ends with my friend, all through life we go on asking the same question and we get know response, But maybe we don’t and wont get the answer we want or we may not even want to know what it is, and since we are not going to be happy with this so called reply , it is enough to know that ready or not for our true calling in life we can go forward knowing that at least we had a true friend to pick us up along the way.
True friends are hard to come by so please whoever you are reading this remember, We need as many true friends we can get, if you only get one, that’s more than most people get so hold on and cherish them because in this day that is a rare find. But you will be rewarded with a happiness you will not find elsewhere. Love your friend and they will love you..
Sean P Warren

Cinders – Promote Yourself


‘Tis indeed a pitiful dwelling, left to Time’s evictions;

It rests amidst a vibrant town,

Where it must watch, through the immortal frost,

As lives are lived and lives are lost,

As days are reached and days are past

Beneath the gaze of skipping stars.


I stand alone in that forgotten heart

As night pirouettes and gracefully parts,

Almost as though it remembers

That hollow den.


Out in the orchard an owl hums,

Hooting beneath a moonless sky.

The faded curtains host the silverfish,

They flap gently as the zephyr

Rasps through the broken windows;

The vines creak.


The higher floors are nearly faded,

Woven back into the fertile earth.

The rafters o’er head are draped

In dark-born cobwebs which sway like hopeless fingers

In that sorrowful house.  


On a peeling wall, riddled with mites,

A woeful portrait sleeps in tragedy.

The wonky hinge tilts the frame,

Crumbling in the half-light,

Towards the precarious floor boarding.

That sullen face sheds tears of cobalt

Which trace the loose threads of fabric.


Pulling back the snickering vines,

Stubborn in their stances,

I find a hefty bureau cast in pine.

It holds within its shivering clutches

Some sun-worn letter:

Yellowed parchment whose words are soft;

They are barely audible,

But just decipherable.


A solemn farewell those final lines convey,

And yet how ‘twas known their end was nigh,

Truth’s lips cannot be swayed.


As I ponder captured thoughts, I behold

A morose phantom sitting in the sycamore tree;

As the sun seeps through the heavens yond’

I see him clearly in the whim of dawn:

A forgotten soul, lost amongst the cinders.


W.A Moorfoot: United Kingdom, aspiring writing of poetry, fiction and philosophy. 



MIRROR – Promote Yourself

You killed her !

Oh , poor sweet child 

savagely tortured by her own kind.

What a strange world !

slowly they killed her innocence , 

wounds and bruises she carried around ,

friends she had none

to cry upon , 

she smiled sweetly still

but her eyes !

Oh ! Beautiful wary eyes

how they shone of the longing,

longing for humanity perhaps ?

perhaps you were terrified of her

intimidated by her intelligence , 

so you thought better ,

slowly and with ease
you took everything away from her , 

and made her believe ,

it was better of this way.

what greater crime can be committed ?
than killing the soul of an innocent child , 

i still see her sometimes
looking around warily
with the same eyes that ;
shine for humanity .
i still see her sometimes , 

when i look in the mirror ..


Anger’s a Waste -Promote Yourself


The look in your eye

Anger’s painting your face

Your stance is strong, intimidating,

With a presence of disgrace.

You’re unhappy I see

There’s no use in pretending

It’s obvious to everyone

The vibes you are sending

Are of hatred and venom

They flow through your veins

You’re victim to this hostility

Body, spirit, soul and brain

Despite your poor mood

And the feelings you’ve spewed

I refuse to absorb it

It’s happiness I choose

To be happy is much lighter

Than it is to feel blue

It feels so much better

Than feeling the way that you do

Ignore all those feelings

Cast them aside

Your voice will allow us to

Hear what resides

In your head that is causing

Such tension and grief

Let it out through your words

So that it can no longer be thief

Of the happiness

You once possessed

You wore it so proudly

On a puffed up chest

Now this display

Of what once was a man

Is a poor excuse for a human

That belongs in the can

Full of venom and trash

Toxicity and worse yet

This show you are giving

Is one you’ll regret

We say things in the moment

We wish we could revoke

We do things in spite

Later wishing we could joke

The damage is done

You can’t un-ring that bell

While I am evolving

Your soul’s damned to hell

Stay angry and bitter

It’s your choice you know

But at the end of the day

You reap what you sow

Don’t cry of your karma

It is your recourse

For holding onto this anger

And feeling no remorse

If the day ever comes

Where you learn to be grateful

Perhaps you can teach

Someone else who is hateful

Appreciate the here and now

The gifts you have been given

One day they will all be gone

And you will then be driven

To a beautiful place

Where good spirits are favored

Or stay on this path and

The devil’s your neighbor

Anger and hatred

Are such a waste

Of your precious time

And of my precious space

So rid them of your mind

Seek peace for today

You can’t do it alone

So for you, I will pray

Anyone else filled with venom

Should heed to the same advice

We’re only given one chance

We don’t get to live this life twice

Ignore all the demons

Consuming your bliss

Throw them to the wind

And choose happiness

You’ll be rewarded

When you learn to be grateful

But punished the same

If you remain hateful

Be happy today

And each day that follows

Life is a gift but

It may also swallow

The ones who don’t care

Who are filled with hate

The ones who are angry

And don’t wish to create

A peaceful lifestyle

Filled with laughter and love

Those with such rage

Don’t advance up Above

They spend all of eternity

Swimming in shame

In the shallows of hell

With no one to blame


Love – Promote Yourself


There are so many different variations

From puppy and kittens

To God’s newest creations

The love between two in a relationship

Whether brand new or old

Is one that won’t quit

Try as you may, but your heart just knows

That the one you are with

Is the one that’s supposed

To be spending your nights out looking at stars

or taking day trips

By bus, train or car

You lie down at night and give them a kiss

You know in the morning

It’s their presence you’ll miss

While you spend your days working, from each other apart

The longing you feel

Grows deeper in your heart

You miss him, and he misses you

You text and you email

But none of it’s true

It’s not until the day is done and you’re once again together

Your heart settles down

It’s now as light as a feather

You’ve all made it home safely at the end of the day

To spend time together

To eat, play, and pray

Pray that tomorrow is easier yet

To spend more time apart

From the one you cannot forget

The one who is constantly consuming your mind

The one who has captured

Your soul, so divine

The one that you crave with every change in your mood

The one who you love

From here to the moon

The one who completes you and makes you your best

The one who comes home

Fulfilling your nest

Maybe tomorrow will be easier yet

Because I know in my heart

Where my head will rest

As we close our eyes and drift off to sleep

It’s the one I love most

Sleeping under my sheets

With me in his arm wrapped tightly against

His warm muscular body

And his muscular chest

His scent drives me wild, this I admit

But I can’t stay away

He’s my drug of choice, I’m an addict

Addicted to love, so pure and so true

One that never existed

Until I met you

~Kate McKie

I Stopped Watching

man crying


I listen to music

puts me in certain frame of mind

I want to be sad

like the tears welling in the moment

I want to feel pain

for nothing will match their fears

I want to ask

is there anything we have control of in our lives.

In my neighborhood

tonight I watched people on their bicycles

friends talking in driveways,

Sally was gardening,

Randy was building yet another section

to shelve things …

Society in a manner shelved MH370

after months of no more news.

A long time ago,

I heard someone say we are a forgetful world,

in lieu of fearing reputation,

we often hope they might not remember,

but please don’t forget about that missing plane,

as we now mourn the loss of bodies we’ve found,

splayed across the Malaysian countryside.

Meanwhile, I’m putting another

sad song solemn,

in Israel, we know loss of life

is far more prevalent than the busy days of war.

In my back yard

I look at the stars

I wonder out loud

how it can be possible

to live in a world

where such beauty to our naked eye

can be shattered in the evil shouts

of a planet gradually unraveling.

Tonight, someone posted a remark

about how in the world can this happen.

How many other people are gasping,

losing air because they have screamed that same


since the news took away their family members.

Those that died were on a mission

to raise awareness, fighting for more exposure,

to recognize there are positive ways in our world.

The people on flight 17 were fighting aids,

My God – had another plan.

I haven’t watched the news for weeks,

maybe months.

I won’t turn on the television tonight

I will step outside and glance at the stars

through the misty tears in my eyes.

I am sad and crying.

I listen to music 

© Thom Amundsen 2014
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