The aim in life is to find happiness💥laughter with someone you take seriously💥 Maybe it won’t out 💥 but maybe if it does will be the best relationship for the rest of your life 💥💥


“Afternoon on a Hill” Edna St. Vincent Millay💥💥💥

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

Here’s a poem by Emily Dickinson:💥💥💥💥💥💥

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.


“MISSION IMPOSSIBLE?” a poem. a.k.a.: “IF You Wait Long Enough, Anything And/Or Everything IS Possible!” SUN DAY – 29 July 2018.

Just after He compromised – the computer system, to my surprise,

The cell phone ups and disappears; now, I am hiding – behind your tears –

Our good pal Lucky – bit the dust,

And communications – have gone all bust!

Well, I MIGHT ask: “Coincidence?-

Or-Divine-Comedy?” – it CAN be tense!

I THINK it’s clear, we’re not in charge,

Although I AM – for living “large,”

But, although I’m sure no GOD exists,

A nagging Mystery – persists:

And REALIZE! (I think you should,)

Best-To-Laugh-at-this-stuff – or – KNOCK ON WOOD!

For – wood will help us about as much,

As anything else – to stay in touch!


So, just relax – let all this “biz,”

Wash-over-us, ‘cause I ain’t quittin’ –

Remember: my head is hard, and won’t be splittin’ –

Which is OK, for I don’t care,

I gave up hope, so I can dare,


My blood’s so cold; it never curdles,

And – as the computer sits at the shop,

The Samsung? Well, it’s soon to “op,”

So-we’ll-be-in-touch-now, PRETTY SOON!

Remember: I LOVE YOU; and-I’m-“over The Moon!”

fin. <3

P. S.: I’ve waited this long, to find you, Honey; I can wait forever – It’s always SUNNY! 🙂 – Le Sigh!


Diary of a Madman🕴🕴🕴🕴

. . . (49) . . . to an end, where procreation & real marriage are legitimate
objectives, not lust & sensual immersion/enjoyment, for its own
sake. Boy, oh boy, have I ever missed the mark (sinned).
I have to remember that this stuff can easily go “the other way”
& turn into self-righteousness & unkindness & demonization of
all “animal desires,” which are human desires which simply must
be recognized, & tamed or exploited, not demonized. Such an attitude
is itself, perhaps, as grievous as indulge(ance). The Peace that pass-eth
all understanding, then, has to be “the razor’s edge,” equanimity,
but ONLY by the “grace of God” is anyone Able to traverse this path (?)
I left “the path” (IF I was ever even approximately near/on it), it feels,
so long ago to my destruction and regret. America seems to have
done much the same thing, reflecting my “process.”
I’ve been reading “The Flight of the Wild Gander,” by Joseph Campbell,
& am reminded of the dream of the snake woman, who destroys
an Indian who lusts after her & then is consumed by the snakes of
his own passions. MY story . . . to my horror & regret. To live
long enough to recognize it is interesting, but regrettable unless,
I guess, I could again, somehow, take the position of: Is it bad;
is it good. who knows – I don’t even know, even though my
initial thought (or is it initial?) is (it’s) bad to fall, but to recognize
the fall, but HAVE I REALLY LEARNED A LESSON? The only way
to know is to live life, but I feel sure my life is over. It surely
seems that way = Another recurrent theme of this journal. –
Ladies, for the sake(s) of silly men (&many/most are) please, ladies,
dress & act modestly. Swami Rama said it was the advice to the
renunciant on the path, “Avoid money, women & fame.” – – – money might
get you beaten & robbed or killed; women are likely to confuse and
take(n) you off “the path,” through marriage & /or householder requirements,
& fame will use up all your time & possibly lead to self-adulation:
THE PATH IS narrow & steep, but for God’s grace, who can
traverse it?
(at this point, my mother must have just showed up!!) There’s Mom again, a seemingly perpetual “cleaner.” She was trained
with excellence, as a housekeeper & family provider. A noble
path. Truly she is to be recognized and applauded, rather then,
as I have done, despised for her apparent obsessive compulsiveness . . .(which is a trait that most of us might be wise to applaud and exploit, but we are now TAUGHT, by the medical/pharmaceutical establishment, to TREAT IT!! THEY tell us what is bad and good, and we buy into it!! . . . to our financial and health detriment. Sigh!)

Editor: These Journal pages break my heart into a million pieces too.

If I receive the writers permission an email received from a fellow suffer of a Broken Soul wrote in answer to these Pages. I will post here 😓

We will never forget our Diggers held as Prisoners of War. When will we ever learn from History? Why do you kill your Brothers and Sisters on Earth? We all bleed red blood. You will desecrate our beautiful planet Earth. Your responsibility to save the earth is in everyone’s hands right now 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

DON’T miss your chance to stand tall and show your respect on the 25th of April , give up an hour or 2 for those who gave all. LONG LIVE ANZAC DAY.