7:30 am politiks of an 11 year old

he is 11, i am 32
it is 7:30am, it is also 24th of december

we should be talking of santa and xmas trees
no.
not us. today it was $$ and countries.
communism, capitalism
i love them both.
it was early so the impromtu discussion on world politics may have been spoiled with my opinion
a communist at heart, it does not work in practice.

nevertheless we have determined that china and its' baby laws suck.
america and its' capitalism rules. cuba, nice try but you only swayed our decision.

china f-you.
to darwin (yes he made the discussion) we say thanks for the ammunition.

politics before coffee, in the dark, on christmas eve morning, at my house.

may all beings everywhere be free from delusion, greed and hatred.
may we all have 14 babies if we wish
and
may all good children get spoiled without government intrusion.

ruby and knee

he got down on one knee
he asked me to be his wife
i, like always, fell into his eyes

his heart represented
by a ring with a ruby

the night sky embraced us
the island of treasure to my right

i laughed at the heartache
i joked with the future
i fell into his arms

a moment of change
a beggining
an end

je suy nostre sans de partier
por vida
i fell into his heart