Solving the worlds problems is very easy to understand. Take a look at the statistics to any major world problem, and if they are constantly rising or barely decreasing, we have the wrong solutions in place. And if the statistics are constantly rising, or barely decreasing, the human race is failing to teach morals properly.
Hello everyone, I hope you are all well. I am Ben Robinson, welcome to my Patreon page. I have always enjoyed writing and was initially inspired by a fantastic English teacher. For the last several years I have been working extremely hard on my poetry, I have 30 books of poetry, one of which, Alas
Here I am,here I am,alone in the night,so, far from you in distance,but not in my heart,and sadly, so, far away from you,without that beautiful view of you,glorious beautiful you,and it is, it is a tragedy to me,that I cannot gaze into your heavenly eyes,and with a gentle kiss upon your lips, light the spark,the
How can we tackle the world’s problems effectively with the wrong solutions, and when the worlds population is growing on a daily basis? Using the wrong solutions wastes money and resources, for example, we can build houses for £20,000, and the governments of the world have all the land that they need to build upon
In the city, the police sirens screamed, as the poets, and the musicians, and the writers and the artists they dreamed, and lay amongst the empty bottles of alcohol, after the nights talk of rock n roll, and after a night talking of books that lift your soul, and after talking of music that made
One of those days, dull and grey, one of those days, oh, this is the life, simple and plain, this is the life, this is the life with not too much stress upon the brain, this is the life, simple and plain, stood here waiting for a breath of fresh air in the city, the
Inside the coat, a gun, inside the coat a note, a note for his mum, a shopping list, something for dinner after he has finished killing someone, and inside the coat a bottle of rum, and inside the coat a gun and upon his face the early evening sun, and in his mind killing time,
Until you go back to the very beginning of existence, and creation you won’t know how existence came to be and what the creator was, and you will never have the truth of who or what it was, so, all you are left with is interpretations and untruths. Every single thing that comes from a
In the cafe, I was here for a little while, as the snowflakes fell out of the sky, and I saw you cry a while, in your designer clothes, and with nary a smile, and of such a mood, a mood as black as the day, and you, you sat alone and I looked at
