It’s just a broken van



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



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wonder sometimes what bigger thing has been left incomplete with you in order to allow these smaller issues to break you so...

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The way you write... It is so

The way you write...

It is so tangable.

Layed right out in full sprawl.

Emotionally anointed.

Thought reels, carefully displayed.

Always feels ripe and complete.

Hues of ambient sembelance.

There is an alluring way to your words.

I think much of your essence glistens through when you write.

The benefactor responsible for the unusual breath leaping from vellums.

I thought it should be known.



"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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I am blushing for the second time today :)

thank you so much for you very kind and impacting words 

Much Love


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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. "


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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


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Oh true. So

Oh 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. "


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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.



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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




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I guess this one really spoke to you eh? lol 

Much Love