I can’t.. I just can’t..
Time to hide or time to run..
I just can’t.
I don’t know what to do!!

Yes.. sarcasm mixed with humor mixed with… more truth than I want to admit.


Hamilton: Country split on Trump’s mental instability

BEVERLY HILLS — God Bless America, and how’s everybody?

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According to two leading scientists, the human brain is, in fact, a ‘biological computer’ and the consciousness of people is a program run by the quantum computer located inside the brain that even continues to exist after we die.

As experts explain it; “after people die, their soul comes back to the universe, and it does not die.”

The debate about the existence of the soul and whether it is immortal or dies with the person is an endless story that for centuries has occupied the time of the great thinkers of universal history.… read more

This lovely poem was written for me by a dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous, but the poem itself is to wonderful not to share.

I give you

Samhain Arrives

Witches fly with pointy chins
Pumpkins smirk with pernicious grins
Bones rattle with an ominous din
Samhain arrives once more

Moonlight descends on meadows, sylvan,
Enshrouded by a fog-like coffin
It’s autumn again, and the veil is thin
Samhain arrives once more

Ghosts arise from the earth within
The wheel of time begins to spin
Memories loom of all that has been
Samhain arrives once more

The righteous, unbidden, begin to turn-in
Cowering from this night’s perceived sins
Dreading existence between the realms, pinned
Samhain arrives once more

Silence presides ‘tween the rustling of wind,
Thunderclouds mask a pale moon amid
A starless void, heaven’s lights forbid
Samhain arrives once more

Flaming Oak logs and Birch Tree skins
Ignite a fire whose light begins
To gather its heat and hunger in
Samhain arrives once more

And over the fire, bubbles the cauldron
Infusing rosemary, and seeds of pumpkin
Preparing the mind for the changes brewin’
Samhain arrives once more

Encircled we rise, our hooded coven
Mem’ries of loved ones departed, we summon
Gone, not forgotten, men and women
Samhain arrives once more

And then, to the east, to our bitter chagrin,
Dawn’s piercing light stabs the dark’s region
And the wheel of time begins again
Samhain arrives once more.… read more