WILDlife on show

I think I caught a glimpse of truth

…in the corner of her eyes

It was right above “I’ll bite your hand”

…just beneath a grateful disguise

They lied about the taste of life

…forced to spend her days on show

Acting all cutesy for the audience

…while her suffering continues to grow

Bleeding through the smiles and clicks

…her frustration is silently stuck

All she really wants is her freedom

…to claim a WILDlife and run amuck

PussyFoot lesson about the inner Tigers

running amock : Hantu Belian “the devil inside”

Running amok, sometimes referred to as simply amok, also spelled amuk, from the Javanese language, is “an episode of sudden mass assault against people….. 

Amok originated from the Malay/Indonesian word mengamuk, which when roughly defined means “to make a furious and desperate charge”.[5] According to Malay/Indonesian culture, amok was rooted in a deep spiritual belief.[6] They believed that amok was caused by the hantu belian,[7] which was an evil tiger spirit that entered one’s body and caused the heinous act. As a result of the belief, those in Indonesian culture tolerated amok and dealt with the after-effects with no ill will towards the assailant.[8] 

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

 

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JUST love… guardian whispers

They said I was rude and made callous remarks

Let there be awareness gently lighting those sparks

They told me it was best that I leave him alone

Let there be reflections guiding your patience zone

They think that I’m stupid and my directions all wrong

Let there be signposts and listen to their song

We can tune into many tones of love and temptations

Let there be moments, pleasure without ramifications

They class me as a snob because of my point of view

Let there be new classifications, JUST them and JUST you

They call me insensitive and believe that I’m mean

Let there be feedback, find your treasures unseen

They laugh at my suffering, make fun of my struggle

Let there be humour in this pain you must juggle

He watched me walk away nursing my heavy heart

Let there be forgiveness instead of tearing this apart

JUST love

PussyFoot whiskers sense guardian whispers… conversation with angels

 

 

Thy Kingdom Calm …photographic journal #4

Paronella Park, Far North Queensland, Australia

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PussyFoot highly recommends a visit

https://www.paronellapark.com.au/

brief history etc….

José Paronella arrived in Australia from Catalonia in Spain, in 1913. For the next 11 years he worked, cutting sugar cane initially, then purchasing, improving, and reselling cane farms. In 1924 he returned to Spain and married Margarita in 1925. The trip back to Australia was their honeymoon…… read more here

https://www.paronellapark.com.au/about/brief-history

 

 

collaborative effort

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”

And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves

UNDER PRESSURE music link to LOVE works of HEART

https://loveworksofheart.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/under-pressure/

Insanity laughs Under Pressure… link to heart.S.inkling photography

https://heartsinkling.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/insanity-laughs-under-pressure/

PussyFoot finds relief with music and laughter

 

 

 

 

 

The Owl and the PussyFoot

I’m still an animal

LOVEworksofHEART link… to the story of the Owl and the Pussycat

https://loveworksofheart.wordpress.com/2014/07/21/the-owl-and-the-pussycat/

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I’m still, I’m still an animal

Miike Snow – Animal

PussyFoot also has an amazing friend who can fly

 

 

Mans best friend

International Friendship Day… the first occasion was celebrated in 1958… the Year of the Dog

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what would you do if I sang out of tune?

PussyFoot cant answer for dogs but always happy to lend an ear

 

 

 

Lifting the Lids

 

Hypnosis their chosen entertainment

Eyes opened like windows to the soul

Lining up now for public humiliation

Leave them to dig their own hole

 

Hells gates were disguised so plainly

Afterlife is the point where Know returns

Tricksters often trade with dark magic

How many lives before one learns?

 

Frantically trying to backpedal

Unleashing vital messages well hid 

Randomly striking out against opposition

Young bloods spin Pandora with no lid

 

 And then there was Hope

PussyFoot claims that Curiosity did not kill the cat

Hope has been hiding in the box all along