The Muses have spoken

Now...I can call my friend by many names...and some of them colourful,but not as amusing as for this more susbstance than at first assumed, as much cunning as her charm shows her to have.She is in many ways my favourite endearment.
Closest to God.
If a deaf bi/gay maori woman befriends you.
You come to realise to most extents and purposes
Without you active communication..they remain in another room.
Defending it at all costs....the door that remains closest to God is often the door that kicks you to hell.Now if you dont happen to believe in God...then much of the concept falls away...and remains as so often misunderstood
The Muse

The Muses have spoken

Enough is................

I have been contemplating lately how fast generations fly passed each other, with few qualms or excuses for lack of substance.Or merely the rattlings of an old ark, Now I suspect that somebody gives each new generation a frightener and in some ways ,they react accordingly.
I imagine if my values were examined of late you'd say that 'it is what I have left out of the sentence' that requires the most attention.
just a thought....................no answer.