STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

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BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

A ROMP IN FANTASY LAND

A ROMP IN FANTASY LAND

slobbering:    Vincent Hui    What do you see in your dreams at night?  Do you see ghosts and horrors?  Or do you see flowers and green gardens?  My dreams are predominantly composed of  distorted stories with people from my past and  present, with some well-known actors thrown in.  What does this say about my mind?  Nothing good.  So come with me at night and enjoy my  romp through fantasy land.  I would take you if I could.

slobbering:

Vincent Hui

What do you see in your dreams at night?

Do you see ghosts and horrors?

Or do you see flowers and green gardens?

My dreams are predominantly composed of

distorted stories with people from my past and

present, with some well-known actors thrown in.

What does this say about my mind?

Nothing good.

So come with me at night and enjoy my

romp through fantasy land.

I would take you if I could.

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 56

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 56

“We’re all seeing and experiencing the same exact things,” responded Todd. He turned to make sure the door slammed shut behind them. “Someone is playing a cruel joke on us. Once we discover who that person is, I’ll make sure that he won’t be able to play tricks on anyone—ever again! But for now…let’s just finish this game to the end and then deal with the culprit once it’s over.”
Yeah, life should be so easy. Shana knew that this battle was never going to be finished. Whoever was doing this wasn’t going to give up so easily. Spirits or demons—or whoever was responsible—weren’t vanquished with water like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz. Spirits who rose with vengeance in their hearts usually rose with plans that involved other spirits…with their own explosive baggage.
She’d had too many bad experiences with spirits…and the witches who’ve awakened them for the wrong reasons. Too much was happening here to involve only one player,
pointing to a coven or a group with a very powerful leader.