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ParticipantAmarynth, I understand where you’re coming from, but if you’re Macedonian and you know that your name, history, identity etc. was all taken away on an illegal basis, you will never accept that such an act is “done and dusted”. Macedonians survived 500 years of Ottoman occupation, and will return their name, identity etc. with a simple note to the UN informing them that they are no longer a party to the so-called Prespa Agreement, (with Greece), and that the contents of said agreement (not signed by the Macedonian President) is null and void. This is the course of action proposed by Professor Igor Janev, and has been cited by other non-Western aligned political parties in MK. Only prerequisite is end of the Hegemon, so till then it’s “knocking around the zoo”, to quote James Taylor.
June 17, 2024 at 10:42 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #33474Dimitar
ParticipantGod’s Lion
When God’s lion roars his kingdom awakes,
The echo resounding across the plain;
The deer and the antelope pause in their play,
Marking with reverence their Monarch’s reign.When God’s lion roars all creatures take heart,
The schemes of dissenters have come to an end;
The leopard pays tribute, licking its wounds,
Where once a contender, now a friend.When God’s lion roars, the wildwood shakes,
The quarry it trembles deep in its lair;
Of what will the Sovereign today partake,
Venison, giraffe or fowl of the air?When God’s lion roars, his pride responds –
“Queens make ready to lead the hunt!”
The Matriarch of the elephants calls to attend,
The old and the sick, that struggling runt.When God’s lion roars, wise men defer,
Those who live by the sword, take heed;
Lowly or haut, cunning or blunt,
There’s nowhere to run, it’s time to concede!When God’s lion roars, his kingdom is roused,
Small creatures emerge from burrows and nests.
The deer and the antelope pause in their play,
Summoned to become the Monarch’s guests.When God’s lion roars, the signal has come,
Its echo resounding across the land;
God’s table is rich and laden with fare,
All creatures are invited to bring a chair!Dimitar
ParticipantGood reporting from Kit Klarenburg, but today’s VMRO DPMNE is just another cookie cutter US/EU/NATO puppet.
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ParticipantKudos to the Gray Zone for their expose of the 2017 coup in Macedonia. What else distinguishes these MI6 operatives other than the fact that they are utter human trash! Charles Garrett is one of the most despicable human beings I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. That’s him in the photo with the other Charles, (the bonny King), looking much like an AIDs patient.
https://thegrayzone.com/2024/06/14/british-meddling-macedonia-unravels/
Charles Garrett, an apparent British intel agent, teamed up with a local prosecutor to wrongfully indict Macedonian public figures and topple the country’s government. Everywhere Garrett goes in the region, coups seem to follow. Western media demonstrated little interest when the anti-Western VMRO-DPMNE party achieved a landslide victory in Macedonia’s presidential and parliamentary elections this May 8. However, the seismic development could reverse a foreign-orchestrated color revolution sparked almost a decade ago, which put the government in Skopje on a path guided by the EU and NATO. Getting there required rampant corruption and criminality, and a locally despised change of the country’s name.
British meddling figured centrally in that regime change operation, with an apparent MI6 operative named Charles Garrett stirring up trouble on the ground while coordinating with opposition actors. Garrett enjoyed an evidently intimate bond with a crooked, high-profile local prosecutor who used illegally-obtained and heavily tainted wiretap evidence to wrongfully indict and blackmail scores of Macedonian public figures. Garrett appears to have been in a position to improperly profit from this relationship.
As The Grayzone has documented, London operates a dedicated program known as “Global Britain” in the West Balkans. Leaked documents related to the effort reveal it is concerned with insidiously influencing the composition of local governments and legal and regulatory environments to advance British interests, while filling regional institutions, including the military-intelligence apparatus, with handpicked assets. According to one leaked file, MI6 does not tolerate regional opposition to its agenda, and readily deploys active measures to neutralize local resistance:
“In contexts where elite incentives are not aligned with [Britain’s] objectives/values… an approach that seeks to hold elite politicians to account might be needed… We can build relationships and alliances with those who share our objectives and values for reform… It is critical that the media have the capacity and freedom to hold political actors to account.”
What transpired in Macedonia over the past decade offers a stark example of what happens to governments in the Balkans who do not share Britain’s professed values, and how they are “held to account.” So too does a 2020 coup in Kyrgyzstan, where Garrett set up shop next after leaving Skopje. Central Asia is now in the crosshairs of London’s endless quest for regime change.
‘Bombs’ unseat elected government for NATO
NATO’s efforts to expand in the former Yugoslavia became turbocharged after Russia’s March 2014 reunification with Crimea. The Grayzone documented how alliance membership was imposed on Montenegro in 2016 despite near-universal public opposition. Achieving this feat required support for a corrupt, savage pro-Western dictator in power for almost two decades, and an elaborate connivance whereby anti-NATO opposition actors were jailed on spurious charges of colluding with Russian intelligence to overthrow the government, based on bogus CIA and MI6-supplied evidence.Similar subterfuge played out in Skopje, which signed a “Membership Action Plan” with NATO in 1999. While slightly more supportive of NATO membership than Montenegrins, the local population near-unanimously opposed changing the country’s name, which Greece, the EU and US demanded as a prerequisite for joining. The VMRO government, led by hardline nationalist Nikola Gruevski, pledged Macedonia would always be called Macedonia. So a Western-orchestrated coup was put into motion.
In February 2015, opposition party SDSM’s leader Zoran Zaev began regularly dropping what he and the media branded “bombs,” but which were, in fact, damaging wiretaps of private conversations between prominent Macedonian figures. The tapes seemingly implicated Gruevski and his ministers in serious crimes, including murder. Zaev claimed whistleblowers passed him the illegally-captured recordings. The premier countered that the releases were supplied by foreign intelligence services, with the objective of forcing an early election.
Years later, independent investigations revealed SDSM deceptively edited and spliced these leaked recordings to distort their contents and falsely incriminate government officials. For example, they edited one “bomb” to make it sound as though top VMRO officials conspired to cover up the 2011 murder of a young Macedonian in Skopje by a senior police officer. The unexpurgated tape indicated VRMO leadership was in fact shocked by the killing, and wanted the culprit to be severely punished.
Upon release, Zaev’s heavily manipulated “bombs” sparked widespread outcry in Macedonia, prompting hundreds of thousands of citizens to take to the streets against the VMRO. Openly called the “colourful revolution” by participating citizens and NGOs, the EU and US duly stepped in and brokered the Przino Agreement, under which Gruevski resigned, and new elections were held.
SDSM scraped into office via a fragile coalition, then set about laying the foundations of Macedonia’s name change in explicit service of NATO membership, with tens of millions of dollars in assistance from intelligence cutout USAID, and anti-communist billionaire George Soros. Parliamentarians were blackmailed, often by using the illegal wiretap intercepts, and bribed into passing unconstitutional and highly controversial reforms. This enabled the rebranding of Skopje as “North Macedonia” despite a near-total lack of public support, or even the President’s sign-off. Western forces also imposed sham referendum, which was boycotted by most citizens.
At last, North Macedonia was formally inducted into NATO in March 2020. And the Alliance has no intention of stopping there. Officials have since repeatedly made clear they consider the accession of Bosnia and Herzegovina to be all but inevitable. This is despite 98% of Bosnian Serbs opposing membership, due to NATO’s central role in the criminal destruction of Yugoslavia during the 1990s. There are covert British efforts to promote NATO in Serbia too, where over 80% of the population opposes joining.
Veteran British agent arrives in Macedonia, wreaks political havoc
In August 2013, Charles Garrett received an appointment as London’s ambassador to Macedonia. His express brief was to help the country “achieve its goals of joining NATO and the EU.” Knowledgeable local sources have informed The Grayzone that he was instrumental in the “colourful revolution,” distributing cash to NGOs and activists involved in the unrest from his diplomatic pouch, while attempting to get government supporters on board.Garrett’s bio contains all the trappings of a lifetime MI6 officer. His lengthy career in London’s diplomatic service includes spells in Cyprus, Hong Kong, Switzerland and Taiwan, all key nuclei of intelligence gathering and cloak-and-dagger action for Britain’s foreign spying agency. He was also posted to the Balkans in the latter half of the 1990s, when the region became a veritable MI6 playground.
Under the Przino Agreement, a Special Prosecutor’s Office (SPO) was created to investigate officials over serious crimes supposedly revealed by the illegal intercepts. A previously unknown prosecutor from a small Macedonian border town, Katica Janeva, was selected to run the Office. While the SPO was supposed to pursue legal action against SDSM activists – including Zaev, for releasing the intercepts – the prosecutions never materialized. Meanwhile, any and all Western officials visiting Macedonia made sure to visit SPO headquarters and get snapped with Janeva. Garrett was, of course, among them.
Initially, Western journalists treated Janeva to multiple fawning profiles. The British press was particularly smitten, with the Financial Times referring to her as Macedonia’s “Beyonce.” The BBC dubbed the Special Prosecutor and her two primary assistants “Charlie’s Angels,” claiming the trio were “the scourge of Macedonia’s political elite and heroines of the street protests now rocking the tiny Balkan nation.” A lengthy USAID-funded “documentary” featured her staff mocking their targets by phone while discussing whom to jail next.
That broadcast has since been removed from the web, and virtually no trace of its existence can be found online today. This may be because in June 2020, Janeva was jailed for seven years for corruption. Her crime-fighting crusade was from the very beginning an obscene, partisan fraud. Along the way, the Special Prosecutor secretly enriched herself through a variety of unscrupulous, criminal means. The SPO’s true objective was destabilizing the VMRO government, and discrediting its supporters by association.
Janeva’s targets were often indicted on ludicrous charges. For example, at one stage Prime Minister Gruevski was accused of “abuse of office” for commissioning the construction of two “Chinese highways”. Prosecutors charged he had improperly benefitted from the deal – not financially, but because he would “receive a popularity boost” if the highways were completed on schedule. Elsewhere, a pro-VMRO female journalist was charged with tax fraud for writing off laundry as a business expense, and resultantly subjected to much misogynistic mockery in SDSM-affiliated media.
More gravely, the owner of an independent news site committed suicide after being pressured to turn state witness by the SPO, following early morning police raids targeting him and his family. Cases brought against the owners of government-supporting TV stations Sitel and Nova shifted their editorial line in favor of SDSM, and led to the latter being closed outright. In its place, an eccentric Macedonian media personality named Bojan Jovanovski, nicknamed Boki 13, launched the rabidly pro-SDSM 1TV.
Publicly, Boki 13 used his station to relentlessly promote the SDSM-led government and the SPO’s work, with Janeva a frequent guest on its assorted “factual” and entertainment programs. In private, he would extort wealthy businesspeople indicted by Janeva, promising to make their legal troubles go away in return for lavish advertising buys on 1TV, or sizable donations to his “charity,” International Association. None other than Charles Garrett sat on its board.
Coups follow Garrett wherever he goes
In 2019, by the time these facts became public knowledge, and Janeva and Boki 13 were in prison, Garrett had been safely extracted from Skopje, having been appointed British ambassador to Kyrgyzstan. Almost immediately, a revolution erupted in Bishkek. Mass demonstrations, ignited by reports of vote rigging in the October 2020 parliamentary election, culminated with the military storming President Sooronbay Jeenbekov’s compound and removing him – physically – from office.In February 2022, a Kyrgyzstan government-affiliated newspaper openly accused Garrett of operating a “fifth column” in Bishkek. It alleged that in the leadup to the 2020 vote, he along with US State Department representatives met with local journalists and bloggers, offering them enormous sums to identify electoral violations – such as vote rigging – and document official pressure on media outlets and civil society groups. Garrett purportedly promised them top-of-the-range broadcasting equipment, to increase their audience reach. Not long after publication, he returned to London.
Garrett has kept a low profile ever since, and now occupies a cushy role overseeing the Commonwealth War Graves Commission. Nonetheless, in September 2023, he submitted written evidence to a British parliamentary committee investigating London’s “engagement in Central Asia.” He advocated an array of tactics to exploit “disruption caused by Moscow’s renewed invasion of Ukraine” in 0rder to undermine the region’s historic, economic and political ties with Russia and China.
When Foreign Secretary David Cameron conducted a heavily publicized tour of Central Asia in May 2024, he followed Garrett’s proposals to the letter. The ambassador’s legacy visibly endures in Macedonia today too. In March 2016, colorful revolution protesters attempted to burn down the President’s office, after 56 individuals indicted by the SPO were pardoned. The premises were transformed into the headquarters of UK Aid, a now-defunct British government agency intimately implicated in the neoliberal pillaging of Ukraine.
This role included running covert communications campaigns on Kiev’s behalf to promote the destruction of workers’ rights locally. It is likely the organization was engaged in similar skullduggery in Skopje, after Garrett rode into town. VMRO’s return to government at last offers Macedonian citizens an opportunity to halt the operations of all US and British intelligence fronts and cutouts operating on their soil, and reclaim foreign-conquered territory.
June 11, 2024 at 18:32 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32972Dimitar
Participantthe secrets of our love
remain unspoken;
in every shadow
there hides a sunJune 10, 2024 at 18:54 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32870Dimitar
ParticipantEnough for now of dark subject matter. We shall now turn to life affirming lines that celebrate the attraction between the sexes.
Her Kisses Sublime
Well, I remember Ruby and I remember Gwen,
And the things we’d do back in her play-pen.
But it’s to Janet the fair I’m most inclined,
She of the kisses far sweeter than wine!How she’d lie on her stomach, wrapped in her cloak;
More crimson than red beneath the old oak.
Weaving honeysuckle strands before turning to me,
With her lily-white hands all down on her knees.Those days are long gone, but not in my mind.
The years they have passed and they’ve not been unkind;
I’ve a child of my own, and a good wife at that,
I’ve accepted my lot and there’s no going back.I work the machines and I bring home the chow,
Never read no books and I ain’t startin’ now.
The kid and the wife, I won’t disavow,
But there’s only one memory I’ll sometimes allow…How she’d lie on her stomach, wrapped in her cloak,
More crimson than red in the shade of the oak.
Weaving honeysuckle strands before turning to me,
With her lily-white hands all down on her knees.Her kisses were sweet, far sweeter than wine,
On a bed of summer grass, our limbs all entwined;
My head still swims after all this time,
At the thought of her lips and her kisses sublime…June 9, 2024 at 16:41 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32750Dimitar
ParticipantGood poetry does not attempt to mystify life but offers a viewpoint that represents a deeper more intuitive grasp of existence, ie; something that circumvents the straight-jacket of the mind. Poetry deals with states of consciousness, offsetting the cold harsh reality of existence in the material universe and points the way toward spiritual qualities inherent in everyone.
you are the medicine
for the sickness that
eats away at meThe Fifer’s Lament
Well, the night was dark and dreary,
Word to the soothsayer was sent;
He came with a frown as he sat down,
Said what he said then went.The strangest zeal overtook me then,
But nothing I did could ignore;
The words of the seer as cold as lead,
Soon I would be no more!When the sun it finally came,
‘Twas clear its warmth had somehow fled;
As I called for my wife and only child
To be with me by my bed.What does the humble man bequeath? A ring to the love of my life.
And because its song has served me well,
To the baby I leave my fife.Is life no more than a wayward dream,
Haunting the broken minds of men?
A flickering flame that endures the winds,
For three score years and ten?My lover’s eyes and my baby’s kiss,
I’ll surely miss in this life forestalled;
But if this were all, I’ll gladly go
To the place that I’ve been called.June 8, 2024 at 16:47 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32668Dimitar
ParticipantTill The Goal Is Won
Seasons come and seasons pass,
They leave their mark yet you outlast.The flood, the drought, the fire, the rain,
The brilliant sun, yet you remain.The wandering sea, the bountiful earth,
The beautiful flowers all praise your worth!The raging storms that shake the bough,
The trembling leaf, the reaper’s plough.The winds so fierce, the snow so bright,
All test your mettle, to your delight!The moon so full, the stars above,
The mighty vault, the song of love.The morning breeze to soothe your brow,
To withering grief you did not bow.With heart so pure toward the One,
You will endure till the goal is won!June 7, 2024 at 16:31 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32592Dimitar
ParticipantWith the ever present danger of annihilation of the species looming over the heads of the human race, it’s good to consider from time to time the larger picture, being that this is a warring universe and as negativity runs rampant, so too is there an opposing positive wave of influence not to mention a third, neutral force, which is in fact the pure, unadulterated Divine Spirit of Itself. Man’s inescapable destiny leads to an unfoldment of consciousness which eventually places him, or Soul, rather, in the neutral camp. Why the neutral camp? Because God of Itself does not involve Itself in human affairs, It’s concern is Soul, the eternal part of us that survives physical death, and Soul’s eventual return home to Heaven or the Ocean of Love and Mercy from whence It came. Soul continues to unfold like a beautiful flower into an ever more Godlike and purified being, eventually taking Its place among the ranks of the spiritual hierachy, (as opposed to living a merely selfish existence and “taking life for all it’s worth”). In the meantime, human beings fight it out to the bitter end, time and again, leaving a trail of waste and destruction behind them / us. It should be noted, that there are beings of a higher order that assist the human race from destroying itself, and so, along with the best efforts of fhe more enligtened Souls on the planet today, we have this particular safety net, which is a good thing to remember.
One of the seeming paradoxes we confront as we unfold is the understanding that as much as we may be averse to particular Souls we may meet and have karma to resolve with, the actual key to doing so is to forgive these primitive types their destructive behaviour. This is the only way it seems, we can be free of further rounds of karma with them. Having been involved with a bunch of particularly nasty types I can share that this has been a very challenging and difficult episode in my life. Wanting on the one hand to wish complete destruction on them, while on the other, remembering that they too are Soul, has been and is, as challenging a challenge as any I’ve had to undergo, at least while my family’s hell continues and there is the red-hot emotion of immediate experience at hand.
I wanted to dedicate the following poems to such people, as there are many on the planet today, who apparently appear to be tumbling out of the pipeline at a quickened pace, reincarnating and sowing seeds of destruction as is the wont of young Souls who have the consciousness of little more than animals and have no regard for anything but their own agenda. I have tried to understand this headspace in the following poems.
Song of Praise (The Parasite)
O’ Lord, your benevolence precedes Thee;
Always taking the most,
Sucking blood from the host –
O’ to ride on the back of a flea!Dear Heart, your abundance flows endlessly;
Never far from the source,
On the dog’s neck of course –
O’ to ride on the back of a flea!O’ Fate, that opened my eyes to see;
It’s the parasite’s life,
Far from all strife –
O’ to ride on the back of a flea!O’ Hark, the bells do chime for me;
When that beast is dead,
I’ll still be in the red –
O’ to ride on the back of a flea!I’m Just a Gun for Hire
I’m angry for a reason, got paid a handsome fee;
To bring you down to ground, the rest I’ll do for free.The molotovs are ready, pyro in the boot,
You’ll watch that mother burn, I’ll take away the loot!I’m just a gun for hire, it’s not my place to ask;
You want the job get’s done, I’ll take ‘em all to task!I’ll tell ‘em that they’re wrong, I’ll tell ‘em that I’m right,
I’ll use their words against them, just to pick a fight.And should they dare to try to stop me in my way,
Should they ask me why, I’ll surely make them pay!I’ve got no brain, I’ve got no sense, I’ve got no love at all;
You’re the one I’m told to hate, and I’m the one to make you fall…I’m just a gun for hire, someone who trades in fear;
I’ll do your dirty work, and then I’ll disappear!They Shot an Eagle
They shot an eagle, hung it out to dry;
Plucked out its feathers and lined their beds,
Cut off its claws and adorned their heads –
They shot an eagle, hung it out to dry.They shot an eagle, took its life away;
Pulled off its wings to try on for size,
Flapped and flapped but they never did rise –
They shot an eagle, took its life away.They shot an eagle and laughed as it died;
Gouged out its eyes and fried ‘em in ghee.
They ate the eyes but they never did see –
They shot an eagle and laughed as it died.They shot an eagle and sliced it in two;
Ate what they could, fed the rest to the pigs,
Danced and danced and threw up between swigs –
They shot an eagle and sliced it in two.They shot an eagle, took it out of the sky;
They did everything that they possibly could,
They did everything but they never understood…
They shot an eagle, took it out of the sky!June 6, 2024 at 19:09 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32529Dimitar
Participantkeep on keeping on;
acts of simple kindness
amongst good friendsJune 6, 2024 at 17:04 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32521Dimitar
Participantthe ultimate goal
of the spiritual seeker,
is not the gaining
of knowledge but the
understanding of truthTruth
Truth is not some precious book
Gathering dust up on the shelf;
Warranting only an occasional look,
No matter what you tell yourself.Truth is the boundless source of Life,
Of everything that is or aspires to be;
From the chains that bind you to strife
To the key in the end that sets you free.Truth is the Breath of Life Itself
That God breathed into Soul, and said; ‘Live!’
And every man’s one true wealth,
Sustaining all who’ve leant to give.Truth does not apply to some
Or exist in part outside the whole;
But like the beat proceeds from the drum,
So truth proceeds from the heart of Soul.Truth is the golden thread beyond time
That binds the earth and the heavens above.
And ever more and more sublime,
For those who learn the ways of love!June 4, 2024 at 22:03 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32370Dimitar
ParticipantThe Songbird
Late at night the songbird sings;
You listen and you strain your ears to hear.
That song so far, that song so near,
Late at night when the songbird sings.Early in the morning when the songbird flies;
You wonder when it sleeps and when it wakes,
You wonder why it weeps and why it breaks,
Early in the morning when the songbird flies.In the middle of the day with the songbird fled;
You’ve heaved, you’ve hewn, you’ve toiled and bled.
You’ve survived the monsoon, you’ve buried the dead,
In the middle of the day with songbird fled.Early in the evenin’ the songbird appears;
You put away doubts, you put away fears,
You put away sorrows, you put away tears,
Early in the evenin’ when the songbird appears.Deep in the night when the songbird sings;
You’re wide awake as its song begins.
You listen and you follow to the temple within…
Late at night when the songbird sings!June 1, 2024 at 07:39 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32063Dimitar
ParticipantVery cold and early winter weather down under…
Old Father Winter
Old Father Winter, bundle on his back;
Slowly shakes his head, taking up the slack.
Rime on his moustache, cankers on his toes –
Leaves a trail of dread everywhere he goes.Old Father Winter, at last your work’s begun;
You’ve slept away the year, now here comes the fun.
Your hunger now awakened stalks the weary earth,
Consuming all before you, for everything you’re worth.Old Father Winter, with tricks beyond compare;
What once was full of hope, is now beyond repair.
Until the turning of the sun you stand so bright and tall,
Then all at once the charm is gone, you bow the knee and fall.Old Father Winter, there is a price to pay;
Rushing headlong in your pride, your cloak has turned to grey.
Your raiment once resplendent white, has one more task in stead;
To wake the sleeping earth and slake the thirsty dead!Old Father Winter, that one of countless years,
Turns his back and walks away then slowly disappears.
The earth it stirs the birds they sing trees they yawn and stretch their limbs,
The child is born and wonders then, how life was lost and found again?May 31, 2024 at 19:53 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #32040Dimitar
Participantthe victim’s fate;
an apparition riding
on a blistered windNot Ever
they say some scars are only skin deep;
the wound will heal and it’s gone forever
but those of the heart fester and weep –
and do not heal, not now, not everthey say some dreams are misbegotten,
and children outgrow the garments they grew up in
but those of the heart are sorely forgotten,
and carry within the seed of ruinthey say some paths are narrow and deep,
yet others are broad and wide
but those of the heart are winding and steep
and the summit recedes with every stride…they say some scars are only skin deep;
and wounds disappear till they’re gone forever
but the scars of the heart fester and weep –
and do not heal, not now, not ever!May 31, 2024 at 04:38 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories, 25.4.24 #31953Dimitar
ParticipantI shall keep my heart
among the stars where none
shall hunt it out -
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