Asymmetrical Symmetry…

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The moment we attain perfection; the universe changes the riddle hence live and love every moment, do not try to decode it because in universe; symmetry lives in asymmetrical fashion as:

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Flower lives in Bud.

Crop Lives in soil

Day Lives in Night

Light lives in Dark

Visible lives in Invisible

Life lives in Death

Success lives in Failure.

Symmetry lives in Asymmetrical fashion.

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“The nurse” says the title of my life story should be ‘Unleashed Chaos’

“The unknown writer”

The Greatest Race: The Race of Life

Craig's List of Writings

Originally posted on BOOKS BY CRAIG LOCK: Originally posted on BOOKS BY CRAIG LOCK: and picture (above) from a Google search (my “filing system to rescue me from sheer utter chaos” – thanks “Big G”) and by that, I mean God (far more than Google)… but then perhaps I should thank both!…

via The Greatest Race: The Race of Life — Say Yes to YOUR Potential

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Omnia Caelum... Poetry, Art, Music

(Foto de FBC, Derechos Reservados, All Rights Reserved, C.2019)


Sí, quería ser mar, y sobre la mar anduve,

por sus aguas verdes, turquesas y azules.

Viví en ella las risas de la juventud y luego sentí la triztesa…

Me ví crecer con la certeza

de que sembraba mi alma y mi mísmo ser

entre las gotas eternas de la creación…

Pero, quería ser mar…

Y en lugar de surgir,

en su presencia me fragmentaba.

Por un instante me ví un giante,

pero al otro instante nada,

y bajé de mi caballo de espumas.

Sentí las aguas frías,

y reconocí por fin que este no es mi mundo,

en el soy nulo…

Luego, en la orilla seca, llena de aire y de luces,

contemplé el mar, el que siempre me ilusiona,

y que jamás me desluce.

C.2019, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, 18 de noviembre de 2019.

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Our Stories – part 1…

Once bitten Aquos not shy...

My great grandfather Bertie Peri, who’s Italian name was Giovanni Batista Peri (John the Baptist) came out in 1920 when he was only fifteen when he wanted to come out to Australia, but being so young he needed a guardian to travel with him.

Mr Pino Cominadi (whose descendants are still in the Ingham district, as is nonno’s) was his guardian and they came over to Australia together and their first job was cane cutting on the Adam’s and Blackburn family farms at Macknade in the year 1920.

The residents in the Ingham district at the time consisted of a few maltese a few spanish but mostly those with Italian heritage. Those who became cane cutters out at Halifax ended up living in a barracks together. Many stories have come from the Adam’s and Blackburn families especially how nonno loved Mrs Blackburn’s corn brisket and when nonno got married, he…

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Frank Spenser in Court

Web fiction series|Cursed Honeymoon | 1/1

The Fictitious Mind

“Biju, get the beer box out of the car,” Rajeev pushed the door of his car loudly, he was hardly able to pronounce through his itchy throat, the servant came out from his old room, he was in a white messy lungi. His room had a tin roof. The walls had missing plaster and bricks had white paint looks like ten years old. The sun was looking tired in soft brown-red and the birds were flying back to their nest.

It was a huge old bungalow attached highway in Ooty, India. almost 20 thousand square front yard in front and five thousand square feet backyards. It has a main entrance from the main road. The bungalow has nice garden, on left in the middle a hammock and on right in front there is a servant room

When Biju saw him exhausted, in the first glanced he understood that the doctor…

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Thanks for the follow(s) * (+ likes), as the reason I write is to share.
* (Though my family and close friends say it would be far more entertaining with a video-camera # in “real life”, rather than in cyberspace!)

# By the way, do they still make them in today’s ever-faster changing world..or is it all done with mobile phones?

(get with the times now,”luddite”* c – it should be a smart phone)

* or so I was often called by my “my techno-geek” friend, Bill (“the gonk”)

“total non-techno” c (who doesn’t possess a mobile phone, after a rather eventful’ experience some years back, whilst trying to walk, talk and chew gum at the same time)

Who says men can’t multi-task!

Kind regards and all the best with your blog


“You will do foolish things…but do them with enthusiasm.”
– Colette


Best wishes from the First City to see the sun (in summer) …and we’re also the first to see the sunset and the stars (in winter-time)

“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”

Alphabet Ravine

Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-

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Mbengeni Noel

Redemption. Ever since you left I’ve been attending poetry shows just so I could snap fingers at every love poet. Just so I could ask myself how do they do it? How do they stay in love with all these rumours about them? How do their lovers never feel insecure with all these rumours about them? And finally I got it. Honesty!

So as I stand here today, I repent. I surrender myself. So help me God. I say I do to the truth. I’m ready to accept you as my lover again. I’m willing to be an open cemetery for you. I’m ready to show you all of my skeletons. To show you body frames, maybe then you’ll begin to see that I’ve been framed.

I’m a haunted ocean And these black bones want their land. But first they’ll have to be Moses for you. Learn how to split…

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