A hand covers mine warmly soft veins like rivers run across the top, rutted roads from hard work grow fingers always ready to offer help— a squeeze in a child’s chubby palm expressions rise from these hands as hearing fades, only gestures convey meaning
Stretching my personal imagination I may observe an earthly pink dusty mountain similar to a Mars landscape. The opposite of an engineer, I might explore the fourth planet from the sun as a possibility, a glimmer of hope for future generations. The unlikely idea of inhabiting the red planet may captivate my mind but I think I will not find any green men. (Sigh)
This can’t be it, he thought, there’s no way have I spent my life searching for an ultimate being, a ruler of all things! My quest ends here and my disappointment is overwhelming. Joe had followed the trails as spoken and written by the wisest spiritual men on earth. He had spent years traveling and searching only to find this? Human heads? He turned and walked out of the heralded space. He decided there was no superior entity or wanted hope to be found.
In a traditional Hay(na)ku, there are: A tercet: 3 lines. A total of 6 words: 1 in the first line, 2 in the second line, and 3 in the third line. There is no restriction on syllables or stressed or rhymes.
The best revenge film: (IMO) John Wick (2014) wanted to leave his past as an assassin behind and grow old with his wife. She dies of cancer, she leaves behind a beagle puppy to help him grieve. Thugs break into his house, kill the puppy, his hope is snuffed out, and his rage takes over, setting a bullet-riddled path to avenge his lost friend in a world that wouldn’t leave him alone.
Like most twelve year old boys they crave games, and want to open any doors that will lead to a chain of adventure. Even in the screen adapted versions, they steal away out of doors to explore and use their imaginations.
This day Joey talked the group into some cave hunting by the sea shore. On a ledge above one of the cave openings, they spied an old partially sunken ship not too far from shore.
Joey decided to swim out to it even though it looked too far a swim for him. Watching as he tore off his outer clothes, they started to plead for him not to go. He didn’t stop and started to free stroke quickly over the waves.
Joey reached the ship wreck and found nothing interesting. The dead bulk had been scavenged quite a few times already. Disappointed, but proud he had managed the swim, returned to his relieved companions. Further sea adventures were saved for the ever present safe video tablets at home.
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