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muse delivers poem

The songs in my head
sang books that I read
merging in words shared
writing thoughts I dared
dig out of my mind bared
from a time when I cared
how the whole world fared
free running feelings snared
ability to function impaired
whole pages of my life teared
leaving nothing to be, or not to be, spared
that is the question; and answer, that’s all there is to be said!”

*To be or not to be, that is the question: Shakespeare.”
*Song I worked out inspired it, after starting to think the first lines was The Pretty Reckless: Going to Hell.

The night before I’d watched a documentary about 1000s of indigenous native women and children going missing and being killed in Canada. Many had been abused in monotheistic homes, like the British Homes children. Now we’ve got it happening to indigenous British Homes children by the new wave of monotheists!
Others had been sold by their families, or pimped by men in the community.
They seemed to presume the deadly culprits were white, but Canada is very multicultural now.
There seems no end to humanity’s inhumanity!

mistYmuse Further Clarification

Concerning the endurance race analogy, the sun has already returned to the start point of the course, a month either side of midwinter, and now it continues on into and beyond the city.

While Y-day was the half way point in the mistYmuse, if it was to be the halfway point of the sun’s journey, mistYmuse would have to run from October 21st to February 21st, with 2 months either side of Midwinter.

However, the clocks going back at the end of October would mess around with the time, and it wouldn’t run until the spring equinox, which gives the muse its acronym: midwinter until spring equinox.

MIND LIFE POETIC PHILOSOPHY

Death of my mind’s a fiction I’ll never see; each morning I awaken in a new reality!

milifend: new word encapsulating all life in mind?: mi-life-nd!

milifend: the life you fill your mind with will be the mind you fill your life with.

Nightly flying free, N returns with me: morning media-induced NTSD: Neverending Traumatic Stress Disorder!! (instead of PostTSD)

The above were fitted for colurful backgrounds on Facebook.

If you liked them there’s lots more similar in my latest books; more epic classic but hopefully not as good, as that’ll mean I’m still improving, and progressing towards some even greater insights/truths!?

Sun Pocket Poem

October Retreat, Fate Complete

I love the sun, and hope it loves me.

The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.

The sun had me in its pocket, but it left;
leaving me exposed to cold infinite wisdom, feeling quite bereft.
I couldn’t think much while it was shining
flooding my neurons with dopamine and serotonin.
Kind of like when its dazzle obscures a television screen
maybe its getting revenge for when I drew the curtains.

I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.

I hope sun loves me, l Iove the sun.

https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/have+in+pocket