Can’t see where I’m going
I walk in the night
The stars and the moon
Are my only light
Kiss my ears
Replace my sighs
Send me tears
Freedom sees, freedom knows
The sun rises, and the sun sets
The times make me think
Which one is it?
My ears are open
You’ve the right to speak
Plotting hands cut you down
Gnashing your teeth
You forgot to think
Misery lives in the heart of nightmares
Sending more sorrow
When the tears have dried
Hate versus hate
In the guise of love
Freedom sees, freedom knows
The sun rises…
Young man: you’re working part-time. You’re the black-sheep of the family. Your parents are not getting on with each other. You know inside of you that you’ve got something good, but don’t know what it is.
Young man: you’re living in a single parent home. You hate everything and everyone. All your smiles are pretending smiles. You’re happiest at night and unhappiest when you wake up. You have dreams, but treat them as a gone-by.
Young man: you have no parents and have shifted around a lot. You know that most people don’t care; however, there are a few people…
It was time to put an old dream into reality. It was time to satisfy another personal hunger. My wife — always ready to support me — did so again.
We had money in the bank. We had no children. Seven years into my new career in Japan, I had established myself. My position would be waiting for me if I wanted to come back to it.
My parents spent almost a year living in Melbourne in 1995. They liked it very much. I went to Melbourne for a holiday and stayed with them for two weeks; it was pleasant.
From the age of 8 years to 11 years. Those times of pre puberty innocence, and life was wonderful.
1948 hadn’t been a very nice year, with a polio epidemic raging throughout the country, crippling and killing children at random, and children were stuck at home in the doldrums doing schoolwork. Worst of all, I wasn’t able to mix and mingle with all of my neighborhood mates, for fear of cross infection, as the disease was highly virulent and struck in a totally random fashion, with no respect for one’s state of health or socio-economic situation. …
In my youth, before I hit double digits, my parents taught me that they who lose their temper first — are the ones who usually lose. Although that advice did not always work while I was young, I recalled their words quite often, during my courtship. Now at forty-eight and still on my first marriage, I can honestly say it has worked well. That’s not to say there weren’t some lefts and rights and two pitchforks wielding with anger.
My wife and I married twenty-one years ago, in July. People I’ve talked to, especially those in their twenties, say that…
In the movie Rocky 3, Rocky Balboa successfully defends his world title a number of times, until he loses to ‘Clubber Lane.’ Rocky’s arch rival and friend Apollo Creed takes him to an old run-down boxing gym, where the light is bad and the air-conditioning non-detectable. The gym is packed out with well-conditioned prizefighters. They’re training hard and looking good. Probably most of these prizefighters are unknown to the bloodthirsty public, which makes them hungrier. Apollo says to Rocky, “What do you see, Rocky.” Rocky stares silently. And Apollo says, “The eye of the tiger.” This best describes Instagram poets.
It is my hope that most of what I publish will be read by young adults.
There are many health organizations informing people of the consequences from watching television. It’s a very serious problem. And a lot more than you may realize.
The Brain Performance Center say television viewing can increase the risk of premature death, reduce intelligence, completely obliterate the ability to concentrate, and increase the risk of developing neurogenerative brain disorder. Neurons are the building blocks of the nervous system, including the brain and spinal cord. Neurons don’t normally replace or reproduce themselves. When neurons become damaged or…
I was a high-school dropout. For most of the first twelve years of my working life, I worked two or three jobs simultaneously. I wanted to get ahead, but was undecided where I was going. From the age of sixteen to eighteen, work was experimental, unsettling, failure, and just hard grinding. I worked in a meat department, service station, as a cashier, a chicken cutter, a door to door salesman, a telemarketer, a cleaner. …
We are human: we are equal. But from babyhood to death, life is not equal.
However, life is tough for each and every one of us. And that is the reality for us all. We know we can’t measure one’s suffering. We know when we see with our eyes and hear with our ears, that there are unfortunate people. And some people are more unfortunate than others.
The tragedy for some unfortunate people, is that those who are able to pursue happiness — cannot. Certain states will not permit people to pursue their dreams and hopes, unless the activities benefit…
I'm an English teacher in Japan, a running coach, a novelist, a poet, and short story writer. My goal is to inform and entertain, as well as add value.