Among Friends

A cold eventide and somehow the noise have died down. I happen my manner up to the top of my flat for no peculiar reason. The twenty-four hours was good.

The zephyr was strong, yet somehow it slowed down, as if in a grade of regard to me it looks to have got bowed to me. It's not gushing any more, just fluxes down gently singing a soothing short letter and cool just adequate to direct surprising a iciness down me now and again.

There are children playing down there, but they look distant.. almost in another world. I lie down with my custody behind my head, looking at a sky that somehow looks new. There is a new sky tonight.

My breath decelerates down, deciding to rest for a while. Its been running difficult for over 2 decennaries now, but the air looks to have got set it in a unusual trance.. and it looks to put down beside me.. taking a intermission before toiling to maintain me alive again...

give me this moment

it looks so much mine

for in this moment

i feel i ain time

I close my eyes, the darkness looks lighter today. The ageless achromatic of the nighttime have a unusual chromaticity of a colour I don't cognize of.. there is a flicker in the apparent horizon which I don't really see. I felt as if person was looking over me; a minute go throughs by and now I experience person is looking at the human race through me and my closed eyes.

Eyes open, I sit down up staring at the window of an flat across the road. I don't recognize anything, I can't calculate out anything. Resting on my custody stretched behind me I look up at the sky. It is blank, much like my head and so thoughtless Iodine stare. It seemed as if a heavy head just lost its weight and floats. A plume with a aureate touch is all Iodine see though it is nowhere near me. Iodine bask in that moment.

I see nothing, I hear nothing.. I believe nothing.. yet at that minute I didn't experience no happiness.. of course of study there was no follow of compunction either, but it wasn't a state of happiness... still I wanted to stay in that state and just as I thought a diffident smiling spread.. a loud honk below and my eyes open.. I hear the noise below... children laughing and shouting, the birds of the eventide chirping flying about with a cheerful temperament to themselves. The idea of felicity ..the smile.. it broke me away from that moment.. I was feeling cheerful now but it wasn't what I was a minute back.. this cheeriness seemed uncomplete for its not what Iodine sought...I wanted to be in that minute .. thoughtless and pristine.. I looked around trying to happen an reply .. a happy adult male was looking for something beyond

The minute passed it never came back... and I inquire now is it felicity that we seek in life..

staring at the world

from up above

i proverb the impostor

that a smiling be

Today, I stood at the autobus halt somewhere in Greater London and my feet froze. I thought it was summer, or so the functionary clip have been telling me. "British Summer time". What have happened. Where is the summer? The weekend should have got been a warm one, 1 depository financial institution vacation gone another depository financial institution vacation coming soon. It is exactly as it says, a vacation for the Banks and no 1 else... without the sun and warmth, vacations don't experience like holidays.

People alteration when it is warm, they smile at you, nod in recognition and even sometimes state "nice twenty-four hours love". After being cocooned up all winter, the organic structure shouts gasping "vitamin Vitamin Vitamin Vitamin D vitamin D" "Give me vitamin D", toes look up at you and state "I desire to be free and colourful"...

The head travels into contrary manner in winter. Things that one tolerated when it was summertime go bothersome and intolerable. For example, that other five minute delay for the bus, or the presence of aliens (I have got experienced that). This looks to convey a scowl across the confronts of the indigenous not because they detest you but because they are fed up of life in the dull, damp, environment and as everyone knows, if you can't fault yourself or nature for a situation, incrimination person else...

If Iodine could transport the sunlight from the equator to Greater London I would, and would gladly pay the surplus luggage complaints the air hoses charge, just so that I could share it with everyone for FREE! Winter conveys sniffles, headaches, overspending and depressive eating.

The sun also conveys out surprises... Why else would you happen so many yet to be born appearing as soon as the sun come ups out. It is as though coats and jackets kept them concealed and the sun opened the gateway for them so they could shout, "look at me, I am about to be born,". I pray that the existent summertime come ups soon so that when the children who are out of school demand to play, the sun rather than Xboxes, PS2's and computing machines maintain them occupied. The sun do children act like children,it conveys out their youth. Until then I am thawing my toes against the radiator which was switched back on today.

to fight



human race have got got got taken all that in us is good

twined and mangled it for the sickness

in a portion of the world called the 'hood



others of our race, but not our breed

are used as come-on for in-training fights

like us, they travel where the world lead



but it's not their nature to lurch & bite

these gentler psyches immersed in violence

must dwell their life in panic and fright



onto the blood spattered Earth we tread

the meek and the guiltless made mean

willing or no, to the cruel affray we're led



and though we have been courageous and strong

in the ring some of us will neglect and fall

circled by a jeering, cheering, cold throng



this shouldn't be how we get or end

retrieve us in the ideas you keep,

and include us in the supplications you send



we were not meant to dwell this way

delight aid us anyway that you can

be our voices, for we don't have a say



domestic dog combat should be forever banned...



right of first publication 2007 by kathy pippig harris

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For Sluggo

In His hands, at The Bridge...



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honey and visible visible visible visible visible light and everything right



his glorious tawny coat is the silk of spun gold

the heat of his pelt is morning's first light

the shininess on his wing is that of polished amber

it's all just portion of what do him, oh so right

what courses of study through his venas are liquid sun drops

for his heart's a beating light pumping aureate love

his eyes, soulful, are the colour of honey in moonlight

and his merry spirit is blessed by the angels above

he is all that is good, unbridled, and set free,

there's magic in his smiling and healing in his touch

this gentle beingness is the sun's light wrapped in fur

he who inquires so very small and gives so very much

his look imparts more than than any words spoken

and as mighty as the pen is, it can't fully describe

his unconditional love, loyalty, and arrant devotion,

and the gifts of joyousness to be given, therein that reside

his fidelity dances 'round him on filigree wings

it's that nimbus, aflame, in aglow bright hues

the fulfilment of all my cherished, fantastic dreams

for now and ever, he's the first mate my psyche would choose

he is the bright light at each day's end

and the star radiance when nighttime clip sets in

like no other, he is my very beloved friend

come up dawning he's the rise sun and all...

... that's right and GOLDEN



right of first publication © 2004 by kathy pippig harris