My heart is my home!
I've left the door wide open!

Indulgent the body yearning to be teased and touched, feeling the sensations move across the skin, slipping down the shaft of each hair, and stirring yearning deep within the ***;
The anticipation rising then embracing that perfect resistance; before letting go... Ecstasy!

My favourite flowers are dead,
dried up by the sun,
clutching the ***,
the last of the lot,
from whence the spring has sprung.

So I bought fresh flowers from the shop,
adorning the ***,
the best of the lot,
I love perennials.

The mob is single minded, The more people feel justified; the more likely they are to commit extreme acts of cruelty.

Passive-aggressive behaviours (PAB)

The (PAB) focal point, is all about their grief, loss, disappointment, and lack of control.

(They feel victimised)

When something disappointing triggers the (PAB), the people around them also fall foul to the (PAB’s) sense of insecurity;
You will feel pity for them as you watch them withdraw from their friends and allies; pushing away loved ones, engaging in delaying tactics, sabotaging plans; yet maintaining that nothing's wrong.
(Sulking!)~ weaponising silence…

They will no longer be willing comunicators, interactions with people will become noncommittal, politely or quietly hostile, they will deploy long silences, you’ll be waiting for an unnatural length of time, for responses; any expected response will come short and late, subtle hints, never addressing the issues, aloof, stalling progress, leaving people at a loss, insecure, confused, frustrated, none the wiser, physically and emotionally drained.

You will no longer be able to assist them, you’ll never get the answers or the results you were hoping for, and you’ll feel the cold shoulder, as they claim to love you, or want be your friend.

You can stay, and continue to tread on eggshells, to prevent triggering them, but ultimately they will waste your time, your love and energy.

Regrettably and without resolution, to escape this toxicity, you’ll have to cut and run!

✂️ & 🏃‍♀️

My favourite flowers are dead; dried up by the sun, clutching the ***, the last of the lot; from whence the spring has sprung.

You shall remember the departed; shinning in the sun, adorning the ***, the best of the lot, from whence the spring has sprung.

Elitism and dogma are deeply seated within all societies.
It's much easier to shun, or attack outsiders and remain safely entrenched in our own truths.

Perseverance, inclusiveness, honesty, kindness and welcoming each and every truth is the key to cultural success.
Celebrate the good.
Real change cannot be forced with militancy, and it's painfully slow, so much so; that the effects can only be seen from one generation to the next.

Anger is not a force for good.

(Satire & comedy is often an affective barometer for the things to come.)

I never read the newspapers! or have any confidence in the news or it's politics.

I don't see any point voting for a government or a system; in which a corrupt media spins personality over principles for its financial gain.

I have little or no interest in watching a politician dance, stumble, have a bad hair day, tweet the wrong message, or buy a new sweater!

The media is not, and never has been in the pursuit of truth; it's about spin, political power and financial gain. (Selling papers)

Do you really think that newspaper moguls present enlightenment to the masses? Seriously?

The Daily mail & The mirror is owned by:
Jonathan Harmsworth the 4th Viscount Rothermere.
His net worth is: 1.19 billion.

The Times newspaper is owned by Lachlan Murdoch
His net worth is: 23.2 Billion.

The sun newspaper is owned by Sir Rupert Murdoch, Knight Commander of St Gregory.
His net worth 22.4 Billion.

The Independent is owned  by Evgeny Lebedev
His net worth is: 1.1 Billion
Sultan Muhammad Abuljadaye
His net worth 100.3 billion.

The Evening Standard is owned by Byam Shaw
Net worth 37.1 million.

Your local rag offers storys about knife crime, and what's happening in the soaps, interspersed with elitist policies; fed to you in bite size tabloids;  by hungry billionaires.

Fish & chips anyone?

Armadillo has it’s world,
It’s heritage soon unfurls.
Coboys started smokin' dope,
***** Freeman takes a poke.
Lyle Lovet never had a job,
Guy Clark still knitting fog,
***** Nelson croons a tune,
Waxing waning with the moon,
Mickey Newbury pens a song,
Wilson just cracks on and gone,
Steve Young the dreamer has a plan,
Van zant the future past is man,
Waylons forever riding on,
bless them all and every song.

Telling someone they are rude is often a self fulfilling prophecy.

My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act.
I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff.
The keys have to be in here somewhere.

Everyone cares how they are perceived in society; otherwise the ones that supposedly don't care... wouldn't insist they don't care!!

I am driven to be an artist,
I can't be a good husband, a father and an artist, as each would require my complete attention.

At most, I am reasonable and a part time lover, but for another to love me would be an act of generosity; to be a my keeper something I wouldn't  wish upon anyone.
But here are the facts.

7 Harsh truths
(Advice for my kids, and anyone who struggles to let go)

1/ Stop showing up, where you're not wanted and hoping to be needed by someone you really like.

2/ Be brave and let go of the people who are not ready to reciprocate your love, or show little interest in you or your company.
(If they didn't see you coming, then they didn't see you at all!)

3/ Stop struggling with people who are not yet ready to change, you have a yearning to be understood, don't invest your energy's into troubled souls, or be fooled by the appreciation of the sycophants.

4/ Don't be sorry to let people go! set them free, and in time they may find their own calling

5/ There are billions of opportunities in life without the need for modification;
"Like finds like" so be true; and just get on with being you.

6/ A good job well done is where the beauty lies, and there's plenty of work to be done.
Find something you really enjoy, and do it for the rest of your life; time is short, so get on with it, and have fun with the destiny you deserve.

7/  Be both bold and polite; be that guy.

Simplicity & complexity are a powerful combination.

Minimalism is discipline, the aesthetic is often pure and sensual; 'a simple joy’.
It strips the superfluous down to its essentials; it enables the viewer to contemplate the gaps and see the magic through simple repetition and gradual variation.

There is more room in our future when there’s less in it.

It's a setting for subtle syncopation, a place to break free from convention, a setting where aesthetic simplicity and abstract thought can combine to facilitate change, a space where human beings can create a tangible difference with very simple things; magical things.

By Pig-Man

Being at the right place, at the right time, requires moving about freely.
Exploring leads to discovery.
If you're chasing a dream, then it's heading away from you.
If you are handling it, then it's not willing.
If it comes to you, then there may be some symbioncey.
with every responsibility there is a duty, with every duty there is constraint.
it's all monkey business.

Some dreams can never be shared, Some dreams can never be told,
When your old; when your cold.

I look into your eyes, and I wonder where you have gone?
and I pray; yes I pray, that you've made it through the stars !

Some dreams can never......

Song link
https://youtu.be/n7LMWl9rEfI

Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary and my soul is yours to keep!
Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weary but my soul is yours my soul is weak!
I’ve been hitting on the drink, taking drugs, ******* women lord and fighting in the clubs.
I got two arms, I got two legs, I got a body lord, and I got a head,
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
That makes me human, that makes me human, that makes me human lord, but that an’t kind!
I like to think that’s there’s a light, in the deepest darkest night,
Somewhere I might lay my head and not wake up cold and dead,
Somewhere I’ll find peace of mind some place lie paradise,
Do you hear?

Your eyes sparkle,
Your lips smooth like silk,
Pink peaks,
Your body speaks,
Anticipation swells,
Delicate to the touch.

The pulse quickens,
You smell so good
Little sounds,
Our hearts pound
Fold me in your arms,
It’s not just a poem.

It’s love.

I'm a standby lover,
with all the duties of a partner;
but with no assurances.

I'm that safety net,
a dollar in your pocket,
the bump ugly,
the yoyo on the bench.

You can ghost me for awhile,
lead with breadcrumbs,
make me smile,
save me for a rainy day,
tuck me up and play away.

When you've found the one you're after,
and swapped the years of fears with laughter.

I will rejoice; eventually ;)

I'm a standby lover,
with all the duties of a partner;
but without a proper invitation.
I'm your safety net,
a dollar in your pocket,
the also-ran.
You can bench me;
bend me,
ghost me for awhile,
lead with breadcrumbs,
make me smile,
save me for a rainy day,
tuck me up and play away,
And when you've found the one you're after,
Will your heart be filled with love and laughter?

I truly hope so...

'Sticky labels'

Each time we redefine a freedom, we simultaneously creat a new boundary and another cultural and social restraint.

Boundaries are often useful:
Healthy individuals are innately aware of what is right and what is wrong, because we have collectively encouraged them to flourish with love and understanding.

Unhealthy individuals cannot discern right from wrong, and a prison has never nurtured anything good!

Why not invest in our neighbours right from the START; pulling our communities together honestly, and kindly with open hearts.

GOOD THINGS grow from freedom.

Concepts can be expressed in many ways; and are mostly explored using words, yet words convey the smallest fraction of our true thoughts and feelings.
Perhaps the limitation of language is why I love art and music so ? they are the perfect compliment to a *** of tea.

The Art of the happy accident.

A happy accident is neither perfect or imperfect;
it s a manifestation born within a state of harmony.
Sometimes; what we call a flawed thing, is simply something yet unimagined.
Awaiting its assignment, its place ?