Did i ever tell you . . .

That you are not the first. . .

That you could have been . . .

still you are here,

still i am with you,

And i will tell,

that you are my last.

And i will tell,

that you need to be.

Because, I love the way our days as it to be,

Because, I love the way we talk of pure nonsense,

You are, were, would and will be here in me, 

that we can,

or can not have.

I’d die without you,

I’d die losing you,

yet i dont need that attachment.

The unneccessary thing.

“… with the evils of war can thouroughly understand. . . ”

II: 7. Waging war. p52

-Sun Tzu / The Art of War

🀘🀘🀘πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ˜²πŸ˜²πŸ˜²πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘ΉπŸ‘Ί

In profit
or gain,

investments are ordained.

In love

nor war

emotional are refrained.

Trust are betrayals,

Betrayals are the thrust

are the sole purpose of

war,

and that is nothing to be

ashamed nor to blame coz,

here we go again and again.

Ghosts of the pasts

I hang upon this noose,

But it does not murder me.

All the shots fired,
The hail and embers surrounds me.

Impregnable;
Industructable.

With your words;
With your intent;

I succumb into melancholia,
I enter my dementia,
I am lost and wander in memory;
Sickness turned into depravity,
Depravity unto beleaguered mentality.

Momentarily I am in my hell,
My brain defunct.
How do I miss you, where are you?

You are here.

But when I am with you,
I am empty and fulfilled,
Content and yearning at the same time.

I sure do miss you,
But I don’t want you.
Saudade, Nov ’15. Original,   June 2017, Edited, repost. 

Choking the ducts.

“Upon this tear”

I shed one

A thousand emotions follow
A pool of sorrow
Millions of synapses comes to view
Inner sanctity come up to morrow
There my eyes in full blur

To these cries goes unnoticed
To which pains I have been on

I fall
I weep
Kneel down and be humbled

At least you are here with me

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oct ’15. Orig vers, Refreshed= jun ’17

A passage in time.

SW:TCW 

THE COSTS OF WAR CAN NEVER BE TRULY ACCOUNTED FOR.

-S1:E2O “Innocents of Ryloth”

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πŸ’ͺπŸ˜ΆπŸ€πŸ€”πŸ’ͺπŸ˜ΆπŸ€πŸ€”πŸ’ͺπŸ˜ΆπŸ€πŸ€”

Bobba Fett, 

fanart c.’07-17

πŸ˜₯😣πŸ˜₯😣πŸ˜₯πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”
We all are innocent

until some one gives us,

a hand,

a tool,

a way of progress.

In that succession, 

we all want the same thing in life,

the need of our greed compasses and never stops,

thus the means to,

is nev3r adjusted,

is nev3r accomplished.

It is accquired until,

the wants of all our greed,

is an unnecessarry need.

Me, you and we all are accoounted for it,

we dont want it

Yet is a tipping point.

Still in the heaven’s way ,

they want no one but the innocent,

In the subscription of me,

 I believe,
the innocents gets to have it all.

The first ones

are innocent.

gets the free pass.

are the ones to get saved.

are the examples.

are the first,

in order for us to live.