Featured: Ward Clever/ Title: Bitter Cold

Among the crowds, slipping
Ringing, screaming, yelling
No telling how long the shredding nerves
Will last
Hope everybody gets what they deserve
Too fast
Hope everybody goes off alert
Tries to make it better
Tries not to hurt
Tears the license for conceal and carry happiness
Waves it out in the open
Tries not to miss you
Too much
You’re only on the phone
Wish I could touch you
But I’m lost in this crowd
Both the people and the colors are very loud
Wanna stop but that’s just not allowed
Got to finish this or there’s no point in going out
In the cold
Except the open doors
Rocking my car which that one ignores
Backs out like nothing happened just now
And I just want to get home to you
I know it’s happening
Sometimes the little things make me sing
Sometimes the big things slip right past
No telling how long this spiritual thing
Will last


What about #61

I’ve heard a lot about a movie called Padington. I wasn’t very interested to see a talking bear with a hat , but the curiosity is often more powerful than the will.
So I’ve made.my mind and seen Padington 1&2. All I can say is that it’s a brilliant and funny movie. If you haven’t seen it yet, please do if you’re. a light spirited person. You don’t have to be a child to enjoy this funny movie.
It speaks about a cub bear from a jumgle of Peru, who after the loss of his uncle in an earthquake, his aunt sends him to London where it is supposed to be a welcoming place for him. He will be loking for a home while lots of adventures awaits him.
I believe that this movie has a message to tell with this cute little Padington bear. It is a way to express a message of kindness and understanding toward the immigrants who make a long journey to our countries with the hope to start a new life. They need to understand the way we live, we work, we talk… and we need to trust them ’cause sometimes the evil deeds comes from us toward them.
I would really like you to spend some of your time watching this little cub who has lots of things to tell us.

Poetry #44

As i walked into a forest
where woods tagngled with each other
the sent of green filled my lungs
the faint noise of crackling wood
Stole my soul burying it deep
Somewhere I knew not
I lost myself in this world
Where souls meet and touch
far in a realm of an ancient time
I cannot reach it with my body
I cannot see it with my eyes
But i can feel it in my heart
That my soul is happy and at peace
Away from me, away from life
These woods hold secrets
never revealed to any human
But i need my soul
To be whole
Where should I search
For this deep entrance
To reach the realm of the unknown
hard it is for the light
To cross the shadows
Of these heavy branches
I can’t see much but i hear
A whisper calling me
Leaves cracking under my feet
Led me to an abyss
What is this world
Should I let myself fall
For the sake of a soul
Where am i going
In the deepth of a forest
Into the abyss