around, my love
Giugno 18, 2017 8:05
around
and around
despite myself
I return
one more time
I go
around
and around
I know
I think I know
what it means
to burn
go around
and I try so hard
to keep
a little distance
and around
but that heat
it makes me feel
this is what
I’m looking for
around around
around I go again
closer
I move away
always
a little closer
and around
ah well
if it is my fate
if I must crash
and burn away
well
so I will
and so I will
go around
I come
a little closer
who can
in the very end of ends
who can
resist his death
resist his calling
in life
one time
one last time
around
around you
my love
© Frank Prem, 2017
June 2017 Poem #24: long night, moon
Summer of Hate: The Arrival of the Crisis and The Second Civil War?
Giugno 18, 2017 8:04
Source: StockBoardAsset, Authored by Michael Hart and StockBoardAsset,
In our previous article, we discussed how our analysis of recent events in the US and elsewhere seem to be leading up to some sort of ‘Crisis Event’ that appears to correlate with some of the predictions made in Neil Strauss and William Howe’s 1997 book The Fourth Turning: What the Cycles of History Tell Us About America’s Next Rendezvous with Destiny.
This ‘Crisis Event’ could reach a boiling point this summer as the grassroots Trump movement moves from the arenas and convention halls to the streets, where they will converge with the Soros-backed organized Left in what is already looking like a series of violent confrontations.
In the week since we first speculated about an increase in the frequencyandintensity of these violent political protests sweeping the United States, there have been some significant developments that give…
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Withstand. (1/5)
Giugno 18, 2017 8:03
Part One:
Hey mom, I would prefer: if I had never, ever woken up
I dreamt: I was a player scoring a goal at the world cup
Me, sprinting after the ball, I looked too good out there
Without having to be pushed around in this wheelchair
I was born dead… Lying on a bed… Living by a thread.
Focus! I wish I was ‘Adolf Hitler’ in another incarnation
To have these ‘atrophied muscles’ as a condemnation
This is a sentence: for rapists, for sick corrupt politics
I breathe instead. Humiliated to be clothed & cleaned
To be bathed too, and for food & water I’m mouth fed
Guys my age are skateboarding, dancing, and surfing
But I’m crippled. “I’m the stage of boarding suffering”
1 Timoteo 2:8 HABLA DIOS
Giugno 18, 2017 8:03
Quiero, pues, que los hombres oren en todo lugar, levantando manos santas, sin ira ni contienda.
1 Timoteo 2:8
JAYME CORTEZ HOMENAGEADO NUM “PROZINE” PORTUGUÊS (DE HÁ 30 ANOS)
Giugno 18, 2017 7:11
Texto de Geraldes Lino
Jayme Cortez (Jaime Cortez Martins) nasceu português, em Lisboa, a 8 de Setembro de 1926, mas quando faleceu, a 4 de Julho de 1987, em São Paulo, já era brasileiro, porque, além de ter passado a viver no Brasil, adoptara em 1957 a nacionalidade do país que o acolhera e onde era admirado.
Inicialmente influenciado pelo mestre (1) Eduardo Teixeira Coelho, Jayme Cortez muito cedo foi criando o seu próprio estilo, o que se tornou bem evidente na sua produção de banda desenhada brasileira, iniciada com a adaptação às histórias em quadrinhos, em tiras diárias, de “O Guarani”, da obra clássica do autor brasileiro José de Alencar, para o jornal Diário da Noite.
A última banda desenhada de Jayme Cortez publicada em Portugal foi a que teve por título “Os Espíritos Assassinos”, impressa na revista infanto-juvenil O Mosquito, entre Janeiro e Abril de…
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