Herein lies the fact:
within the mime
beneath the rubble of his mind
Chaos tends her garden
just as she always has;
each bean divides half way to the end of time.
“Oh, Mother please just let me be
dangling at the end with a rope
my throat sore
the juncture of my motive
worn & cold
the wind of all this noise
passed within my years,”
“skip this blue for rose”
she says fading
sowing the beans
on the stage
where the mind finds himself
abruptly,
coughing.
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Seems to me that some are unwilling to choose a virtuous response in relation to good manners rather than just state the obvious to wound. lol Something BB has said a few times to me in the recent past, perhaps I am getting it now all too clearly
C
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did you know it's Blue Monday today, supposedly the bluest day of the year and calculated to be when the most suicides and overdoses happen..
with that in mind.... this feels a little blue and tearful and a little mournful too.. with the passing of years and some 'ill health' that makes the reader feel sorry for the dear chaos and her unweilding ways
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inspiration
is time flow perception
awareness of non existance
virtue - a combination
between chance, will and passion
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