Make believe cover your eyes and count to ten Make believe open your eyes and look at me Show me what you think I’ll show you what I think We’ll see each other in a land of make believe So many happy happenings to find, to have, to be For make believe is what we believe in

They asked what love is I asked what life is We looked at each other like children in a playground asking questions we couldn’t answer We giggled we loved we lived That is all we did that is all we needed that is all That is all

The winds of change will shift the sands of time but will never, ever blow out the candles of love Sleepless, I lay in bed wishing upon a white ceiling to have you set free and for my heart to capture you Set sail to the stars let your ego drown let your hope surface let your humility take charge Without light a heart is dark and in disarray Let me take you

See and be seen know and be known It’s the game of society we play Run like a champ avoid the chimps A few tips for sounding intelligent When someone says something, nod ever so slightly, as if you’re agreeing, then stop as if you’re disagreeing. A subtle frown might add to the effect. When someone mentions the “government,” look distressed and say “1984.” Quote Oscar Wilde whenever someone talks about literature.

A song, untitled about a star goes like this A fallen angel her wings of fame were now of shame Cocooned by her wings she wept her worry with no hurry A corpse of fame past lifeless, like roadkill A life, untitled carried away by carrion crows

The doors open the seats are soiled the faces are sullen I touch the cold, steel bar I hold on to it The doors close the train moves every shudder travels up my arm Faces unknown to me or to one another show nothing hide everything The train stops the doors open Faces move some towards the light far above others to another train deep down below

Scribbles on a McDonald’s napkin thoughts so far and so near from McArabia to McGreek and Big Macamericana as well Carbs proteins fats minerals and vitamins These things of life will not be so if not for water So here’s a Coke for it’s got water Have a nice day, now _Note: I haven’t sold out to corporates. In fact, if anything, I’d encourage a healthy, balanced diet of coffee and chocolate.

Happiness he sought into a dream he slipped A dream so fanciful and all like clouds so high up Skies upon skies A trance of faith and hope and courage embraced his being By divine mirth his ego was no more for he was one with all Higher, he rose ergo, he saw further below The good amongst the scum, he saw the strong amongst the weary the saints amongst the sinners

In her mortal cage she scurried from one end to another She read it all left none well alone trying, hoping to find a raison d’être I am to be, she said as I am forever perhaps for a day perhaps Until one day the bars of her cage were no more Until one day she was on the other side

In the garden of life we met Hello, we said In a summer of love we came set aflame we were In the garden of life love we found Happy, happy together happy to have met each other Click on the image above for a larger version. Original image (19/03/2007, Bahrain): __ __Camera: Sony Alpha 100 DSLR

Infomania Nymphomania? No, no! INFO-mania Oh, I see what is it then? Blackberry push email get through push me out of sleep out of hours and days out of life Sacrifice all for some crack- berry Answer quick always on but switched off Neither here nor there Always trying to make one last check until the end of days when nothing crosses the ether When signals are no more when all’s gone forever

Honey and dew a glass for each one pours into the other Drink! They say Drink! From life and to life vessels of success are close drink, dear friend, drink! And so she drinks it all lives it all day and night night and day I live, she says not by my own word but by that of others of whimsical fancy and of delinquent disdain Half full or half empty

life. take. death. instant. tea. garbage. feeling. alive. hope. danger. run. fight. live. be. welcome to the human condition. Poetry? Why not. Smallcaps? Understatements. Periods? Fullstops. Are we done yet? We’re just getting started.

Welcome to our city of dreams of temptations and mastications and fabrications of fornications Nothing but emptiness it might seem Judge not for big it is small it is and all it is too All will be clear Laid out on the streets of our city truth is never lost lies are clear as day Fakery and trickery concrete and glass all the better in a city of dreams High-rise and low-rise

Do we love to love or do we love to live? To feel that which is part life part eternity A certain escape of the self that is both nothing and infinite Our own little parade in the vastness of the universe Yet we remain as we are one and many many and one Only to be taken once again into the depths of the universe

From the very first time computers said hello to each other, to the internet as we know it today, their seems to be no limit as to what we can find halfway across the world. In his The YouTube Poem_,_ Robert Bruce writes: It seems there is now nothing I cannot witness Read the rest at Bruce’s site, KnifeGunPen.

Twice as nice for half the price Why, is it? Go ahead, son, have some!