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It’s just a broken van
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2013
I find it unbearable how you can take the smallest thing and find a way to twist it
Bend it
Like copper wiring round your finger
Until it conducts itself in such a way as to shock you
Hurt you
Make your hair stand on end
And in some ways it disgusts me
To think I am related to you
That the same quality of person lays dormant in my genes
That over my life I have had to actively learn to unknown this talent
Take things as they come in rational reaction to what was before and shall be after
In order to be viewed as one who holds perspective
To not drown in the worse case scenario
I find it unbearable, your self victimising
Disgusting, my relation to you
And amazing
My ability to love this deeply, this wholly, anyhow
We are capable of great love.
We are capable of great love. Choice is another subject. Choosing to love in tough situations usually always presents some kind of self introspection...probably the reason for most disagreements. Awesome write, and I love the volume you placed on the disgust...because it is usually that, that carries most of the blocking into self. The last line... lucious and creamy icing... oohlala!!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:)
I agree, looking to self when we feel disgust is best, after all when we are offended it is all on us in a sense. It shows us an area in life where we have some hang up and opinion so solid it can be wounded. If at the end of reflection we are left with disgust then maybe we are dealing with sociopaths and need to consider the value in things. And the best love is the love that we choose to give :) though I would argue we chose to give all love, just some love feels more natural and less like a choice :)
Much Love
Ashley
Oh Ashley...so true. So
Oh Ashley...so true. So true.. lovely write and great points. ...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Broken Van ?? Colour? Engine capacity? Year of mfg?
Broken Van ?? Colour? Engine capacity? Year of mfg?I think someone tried to fix the "battery" which had outlived its"life" so the "shock" So very intriguing!! "Bishu" has put two comments on the "Same write" Real twisty I'll say !!!!! Let's twist... The weather is singin..This is "Life"
Ah the Human Van
Take a ride when you can
Black smoke from exhaust
Twisted short circuits
Dump it !! Dump it!!!!
Bury it !! Bury it!! Bury it
God save its soul
A van has no talent
Its loss never do lament !!
Silent prayer for the departed "Ole Van" Plz delete if inappropriate.
©bishu
Thirsty Forever
Hunger and thirst for the endless wisdom
On this miniscule earth - a glitzy kingdom
Looking for the Truth which binds us all
Ere it unfolds greed-wall stands tall
Time has seen gigantic dinosaurs rise & fall
Yet Hope drives insane the Mind looking into chasms
Left behind by the play of Nature from time immemorial
Apes in the guise of men,witches in the guise of fairies
Their skeletons rattle in the wanton unruly Wind
Scorched hair,paled colour,wings burnt
Never did understand books which once learnt
Thoughts madden,burdens sadden,lures beckon
Never ever realize that All is but One
Clothed with flesh and skin over skeleton
Pretty & handsome - so proud - so vain !!
When the body rots & scars they'll look in disdain
Two Holes in the Skull decorated by Eyes
The palpable Brain thinking of the skies
Enjoy the beautiful lovely views ere Time flies
©bishu
:)
I guess this one really spoke to you eh? lol
Much Love
Ashley