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My  sister and brother . Detail from a pencil crayon drawing of mine ( Walter )

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Supermaning Is My Brother

Strong emotions

And his self appointed

entitlement

Heavy on opinions

with plenty to say

Face to face

Seniority

Communication

with the outside world

comes easy

Moving in another dimension

Endured

State your case

Black or white

And when one absent little

cross on a tee disappoints

In too deep doesnt mean much

when you care

Day after day

Nice or teaching

Supermaning is my brother

Don't do what is wrong

and what can do you harm

Supermaning is my brother

Wanting you to listen to him

Supermaning is my brother

Strong emotions

From year one

Lately not like himself

You should see

No fears

If you fall

he'll pick you up

until you can walk on your own

outside

Not seeking validation

nor opinions of others

It's a shock

if you can't be moved

by something deep you feel

I'm a future

soft and hard cover writer

One day

Don't do what is wrong

and what can do you harm

Supermaning is my brother

Wanting you to listen to him

Supermaning is my brother

Hating is easy

most believe

Loving comes easy to me

Right or wrong roads

Right here

Loving comes easy to me

Undercover of the night

Once the day is done

Rough stuff

Hard earned money in earnings

It's when you take the wrong antidose

brings on the fall from the throne

You'll recover soon enough

before the heat

gets to not be okay

Don't do what is wrong

and what can do you harm

Supermaning is my brother.

-Walter

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THE MORE LOVING ONE

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equally affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime

Though this might take me a little time.

- W. H. Auden (1907 - 1973), from "Homage to Clio"

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as I walked out one evening

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W.H. Auden

As I Walked Out One Evening - W.H. Auden - UK

As I walked out one evening,    Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement    Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river    I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway:    ‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you    Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain    And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean    Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking    Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,    For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages,    And the first love of the world.’

But all the clocks in the city    Began to whirr and chime: ‘O let not Time deceive you,    You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare    Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow    And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry    Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy    To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley    Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks the threaded dances    And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,    Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin    And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,    The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens    A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes    And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,    And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,    O look in your distress: Life remains a blessing    Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window    As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour    With your crooked heart.’

It was late, late in the evening,    The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming,    And the deep river ran on.

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life goes on no matter what and that’s both comforting and heartbreaking

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Reality Drive

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The open road

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Reality Drive .

Early morning pick up .

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Winding down of the summer.

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Road to Mars

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"Got To Choose(This World's Forgotten Boy, Always Somewhere)"

Got to choose

This world's forgotten boy

Always somewhere

Got to choose

Thriving over mere survival

Each and every day

The chase

Beginning in childhood dreams

in Malton

You are in my vision

Precognitive dreams

Psychic dreams

In the night

before the next day

Anyhow

Anyway

Got to choose

This world's forgotten boy

Always somewhere

Looking around

Searching and destroying

negative emotions

capable of moving super fast

Looking around

Love explosion fireworks

fired up above

from the ground

Like any decent man

appreciative of being

in the company of a Queen

Taking a chance

Out on the streets

Out of Malton

Thinking of a love

I once knew

Got to choose

This world's forgotten boy

Always somewhere

I remember a day

Always somewhere

Cruising the local streets

Now on an over the road highway

Day or night

Clearing the overpass

Mining diamonds

Knowing myself

and living in a world

I know and understand

Saving a lot for latter

Making it to the promised land

Got to choose

Claiming the prize

of a new dream

Moving on

Healing from pain

Try just a little bit harder

Once again

In a white room

Projecting movies

after dark

Friends together

Tearing this world apart

Got to choose

Healing from pain

A healthy feeling

Got to choose

Peace of mind.

-Walter

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Three railways cross Northern Ontario but there's only one main road

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Looking up the Fraser Canyon from an observation point on the Trans Canada Highway, B.C.

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The Perfectly Complete, Supersonic  Anaesthetist

“The Perfectly Complete, Supersonic  Anaesthetist”

The perfectly complete, supersonic  anaesthetist Living a life of the   fantastic And if she feels the need to include you,  you’ll never forget it Her and her friends are financiers, women with illustrious career’s and are women  who have most of the answers.

-Walter