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It is raining in Taipei

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  It is raining in Taipei  (A Jazz Ballad for a Warm Rainy Day) Left my umbrella folded, didn’t care Stepped into a street that shimmered everywhere Neon bleeding red and green Where the wet world makes a mirror of everything Some dressed in a ghost-white cape Life slips on by—no honk, no haste Just the rhythm on the awning And the smell of Taipei in the rain Oh, rain on the asphalt, warm and slow Where the city leans in soft and low No place to go, nowhere to be Just the rain, just the rain, just the rain and me And when I dry off and turn the key I won’t remember what I saw, you see I’ll remember how I slowed enough to feel That surrender is the only thing that’s real Shhh… just the rain… Mmm, just the rain. Yeah. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private ...
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The Sky is Dark

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The sky is dark, and the clouds are gathering ominously. The earth beneath us is parched and cracked, and we know a storm is coming. 

The problem is overwhelming, and yet we lack the sense of urgency and immediate action needed to address it. 

We have all been crowded into large cities, where our voices are silenced and the needs of society neglected. 

Our leaders act in secrecy and ignore our problems, leaving us feeling like we are being swept under the rug. 

We stand at a crossroads, frozen by the weight and significance of the decision that we must make. 

Our written histories show us that we have always been able to innovate, problem-solve, and transform when we come together. 

Let us link arms in unity and face the sunrise. Together, we can transform into a collective community that believes in positive change. 

We must demand that our elected leaders create a flourishing society that addresses and resolves the destructive problems we face.





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