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Beggars Society
Beggers society.
true love insatiety.
Two lovers with no fixed abode.
Pariahs to a culture in the quest for a monetary load.
Shelter over head versus security locked on the inside.
Freedom in exploring lovers to expel,
outcasts have rights to claim base to a premise.
Basic needs
Allow Emotion necessary feeds.
Inconceivable,two teens choose homelessness!
Increasing sorrow into the hearts of a young generations bliss?
The fault is not with those who choose companionship.
The system fails us all.
Digits in Information Data protected code.
Silicon domain ship drives the latex whip.
Norms of society don’t make for a decent person.
Laws in place to follow obediently -can’t find a pulse – humanity is cursing.
No religious books needed to teach us how to know right from wrong.
Morals are instinctive-passed down a DNA cell telethon.
Spirituality and science
is empathy responding in defiance.
Scrutinise the tramps
for he who makes not a wage sufficient to put in our governments’ banks.
Gleam citizens of society!
Feed your families by working for a legal, unethical corporation.
Where will you take your possessions when nature sheds a hernia?
Blood bank Sponsorship in need of a different type of currency.
Fear
we have lost.
Not long until we see all genders in mass hysterization.
Followers, likes, tags, social status
irrelevant.
War on the photoshop Generation
insert a sultry slavering pavlova condition.
wear the no makeup look – wear less makeup.
no need for a two-hour trial and a tutorial book.
A means to an end.
Look at how we teach our children to defend
themselves
alone
for one day we must die.
How can we continue to justify how we live life?
living in hope of being upgraded by united airlines,
feet up in the sky
‘on the high’.
N/ Atrophies needed
my wish is for no person to resonate with these words. Live happy for as long as those who help you negotiate happy *
Musing from a head disassociated from its heart ( insert arrow ).
A musing of a separation only the disillusioned would consider.. an Art.
Perhaps all I need is a cup of ‘Let’s go dutch’ English Tea..
To announce I miss my Teddy bear tea zen.
I always thought a broken heart would keep me writing ✍️.
Now whose woes are teasing ?
Now, I know that I’m not broken hearted 💔 ;
What keeps me from writing is a form of atrophy?
Now, it’s
serious.
I’m hardly breathing …..
The highest treason.
I fold in .
My blush is as good as my spade ♠️.
My heart tastes like the finer cuts
Of
strips off a Wilkinson’s razor blade.
There is a difference between a heart ❤️ and a spade ♠️.
The space between the dashes of our existence.
Just words & Numbers .
Won. Not pretty .
Atrophic apathy
It was never to be.
The word –
Petty too
Heads up
A coin has two sides.
Heads or Tails – it’s crazy how we let fate decide how our life will transpire.
Fate. Mate. It’s all overrated – celebrity ,drug addicted ,dead skateboarder – cremated ashes arise from the livings tears-earths most selfish empire.
Hawks’ is a brand name. I find his business methods something left to be desired.
Underhanded- an opportunist.
Monotone.
All alone.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
If we don’t speak we will never have our say.
Seems obvious right? Don’t hold it all inside – don’t delay – make a good go at it and relay.
Play the violin, a piano. Instrumental sounds.
Rap beats- car sounds reverberating – runners paving the tarmac with their well-trained feet.
Musical – emotional .
I ‘m touched by what I hear.
It moves my soul quicker than all the gold or silver in the world.
My words serve to validate all that I seek when I am feeling somewhat unworthy.
Why do we undervalue ourselves ?
The ones who should sign a cheque to get a re-evaluation – go up in our own self-estimation.
Destination.
Uncurl your fingers – point in whatever direction the wind blows, just walk wherever your finger lands, you can always change your mind if you hear the squawking of black crows.
It’s all there – in
Our head.
Our heart.
We are a work of seraphic art.
Goals achieved ?Celebrate them. Flaunt them -don’t sit there with your head in your hands full- tearfully grieving. You must not be deceived.
Keeper.
Sweeper.
Chimney poison ivy creeper.
Santa has decided to go for the crimson look for yet another year – What a heathen!
Life is a miracle . Look at your child – turning five , thirteen ,sixteen , eighteen.
I don’t care if she decides to run with the LGBT team or swap cuticle tips with the latest Hollywood cream queen..
Happiness.
Her individuality. Her style.
Her choice.
Role model.
Demonstrate.
Affection.
Reciprocate.
Infectious Laughter
Stars above – sit, wide-mouthed, in awe . Blessed to have sight.
I’m not Stevie wonder.
True, some say he was talented but he was not me.
I too am Original .
I too am visional.
Create.
Debate.
Open your mind to the possibility that money is nothing but worthless of your valuable time, scavenging around under the bed mattress, in hope of clocking an epic find.
It’s all relative.
That’s what the judge said.
In proportion to Age.
The solicitor offended his honour in his own chambers, pulling the ageist card to a venerable man .
His honourable threatened the organisation to pay out – headless chickens running around, not enough eggs or battery farms.
Overfed already underfunded.
Hegemony -sums in deficit- terminally defunct.
send them back to the Flinstones era .
Exile – a yabba dabba doo ban.
Regret nothing.
Embrace every compliment, every kindness , every soft touch.
For you don’t have a clue just how much you have to offer,
just how much you give to so and so and such and such.
Disorganise?
Reorganise .
Make a treasure map – Find a weather app.
What do you value? Does it make you happy?
Elevator music- always smells of corporate candy -a chihuahua at your ankles, constantly snapping.
Don’t blend in. Stand out. Be fierce, Be proud. You’ve come far.
The underdog title has got a new replacement.
Now don’t hesitate.
Now don’t fear.
Take that hair-raising step . Success is attracted to you like static – you don’t need a lint roller to wipe away all of you. You’ve worked – you have put in the time.
Look at your face!
Amazed
I know we all battle
Not every day is full of sunshine.
Colours change.
People fade.
Some stay the same.
You are here to honour your rightful place next to your fellow man , women – indeed even that sodding goblin.
Two sides of the coin
. No, you don’t have to flip it like a burger. You have a choice. You always have a choice.
To give power – to give your free will away to chance – heads or tails .
It’s unbalanced , unnatural . Shed away the archaic scales.
You are in control even when you are on automatic.
let’s wrap this soCs up and affirm how hard you’ve worked -you have every right to celebrate your achievements. Stare people in the eyes – make sure that they are on your level.
Tell them -Let them all know.
Yes. I am.
Yes. I did.
Yes. I will.
When you do decide where it is that you are headed for next on the chessboard . Sing, dance ,shout -do a jig – do it your way.
Make sure you are emphatic, Charlie Chaplin style or simply be over dramatic.
Infidelity
If you took away my infidelity
Would you let me have my way?
If these words were flesh
Would you bury my bones
Dig up the grains of sand
Left
Over
Blow my spirit so the the people who could never say
The bones could never declare
I existed
For a day
A season
Unless you said I was fair.
For a moment
An hour longer than you dared to muster
To declare I’m the loyal mare
I dare you to share
Laisse faire
For another day might tame
The girl who cared.
Or are afraid to .. …
Saints need sinners
Everyone can feel like a
Nobody.
All it takes is a
Dose of creationist bacteria inciting
Ovulation;
on grounds countering humanity.
Freedom shatters pedalling gamblers.
Cards spiral up.
Hands
free
Offers new found grip on this moment.
Cha cha amorous
Latin her body speaks.
Acquaint within ear shot of an organic pulse
Inertia rests in patchouli scented tomstones.
Nobody sheds dull
the skin held in chains invisible.
Everybody still ignorant to the body disappearing into Huxtable’s fable.
Iris shows off her pupils under natural sun light.
Rainbow replenishes chakras.
True beauty
Illustrated by the refusal to keep a voice hidden
Saints need sinners. New mantra forwards a thinker.
Embrace beats without hesitation.
Life moves along with or without your participation
Line of Deliverance
In the shadowed shades of my blues.
I tenderly look for another who I can summon as one who lives life in honour,
Of all that is true.
Those who speak the spoken word in all its iridescent hues.
Colours drape my inner wardrobe.
Yet, I clamber for my grey, nuances of noir.
Catastrophizing all the whites for showing up my yellow gnashers.
Against a blustery pale backdrop of mountains blanketed by capped ice.
Brazen, I stand on the highest peak.
Cheeks misted by tears.
Contemplative in being joyful for the moments of inner peace.
Cast out this unwanted wardrobe.
No more colours in clandestine!
The drab shabby (not so chic) curtains concealing my true identity.
My makeup is not for every entity.
I’m asked to write the truest sentence I know.
Hemingway knew a way to interweave words worth more than bread made from the finest patisserie dough.
Scraping pennies to get by the hard knocks.
We do what we gotta do to get by.
Poverty causes ‘bros before hoes’ and ‘chicks before pricks’.
Keeping my pins steady as balls curve to nebulant sides — it incites fear into my inner stream of consciousness, dialogue conflicts –
Savaged by doubt and insecurity.
I’m on a trip with a Make believe demeanour.
One to conjure up more stamina and longevity-
To warn my inner Hecate to hesitate before she dare pro-curate.
Write to recover through seeping, bandaged wounds.
Riddling the mind with infectious curiosity,
To want knowledge is the power I crave.
It’s my security.
Droplets of lonely anguish torment my darkest spell.
I am the white temptress tempted to awaken the beast inside.
Though, I know it will be the catalyst to an eternity of mocking turmoil.
My final destination is not the country I occupy.
I’m an immigrant
I’m a traitor.
Colonised and imprisoned by outdated Imperialists.
The world is full of egotistical folk in full throws of the delirium tremens.
Murmurs of fragile Life keep me close to the fire.
It scintillates what I know is inside — lying dormant.
Ready to drive out the cancers multiplying with faces frozen,
In that blissful look of the ignorant .
I raise my sword.
It bleeds ink.
It is my heart : my deliverance.
I can’t fathom another way to jolt my instincts to kick out, and rise to take another breath.
I’m the one who needs these murky waters to survive . Forget I too need oxygen and gills to stabilise my Eco system.
If my world was captured by a drone;
I would want it to show me evolved into a hybridised pro-humanity amphibian.
Swimming side by side
dolphins & whales ad infinitum.
Pink Shaggy
*( inspired by my garden& watching my washing dry. I tried. Ha ha!)
Pink shaggy rug
freshly spun
New man with a Brazilian just looking for fun.
A hanging basket.
No drills to screw it into the place
Hitting my alphabetical lah lah
Sublime.
Momentarily on a bent knee phallically, potted plant lowers its fees.
The law of gravity serves the man
The feminists of this generation …
Look within
Some bushes thrive on moisture..
Those lil weeds grow faster than mother’s ducklings -highly strung.
A bush with no name but heavily influenced by the 70s – missed the bell bottom end of Fearne cotton’s
runny tum
A gnome is a gnome by any other name
unless you call it a gargoyle then you’ve followed the rules and found yourself an OG
Spot
under the bridge – you defecate graffiti will pay for shelter:
A fedora hat,purple blush hearts,a stiletto , glitter ,fire
Even for your sin.
Looking into the eyes of a monster BIG mama bush -I daren’t trim her
fear she will suck me right in her tush.
A relic of tears
A blaze my malbora stallion.
Clearly I’m flaying
Sincerely,
The Ending.
Slinging Sleuth
Is it me?
Or is it you?
For the years we scarpered away like dissident spew.
Acceptance should come from our real 3-D form.
Instead,
I find it in the eye of the cyber- sphere storm.
Thunder used to scare me
Evidence was heard with me on skid row.
Now, I love a good drummer, to play my heart,
awaken you,
so you too have to face it and know.
Who are my friends among so many foes?
?
You may know my name.
You may have heard of my doings.
Gossip is for the feeble minded –
fun?
Yes, but all it does is reduce you to what I call are my fewings.
Lacking in truth and compassion.
In denial of your own feuds.
It’s a shame you, fewings, have to shine a light on my silky nudes.
Paint a picture – tell it.
Make it your own.
When you get closer to the next ear,
make sure you credit yourself with what you have weaved into that picture and sewn.
I may be mad and success is giving me an incredible hand.
We all have to play.
don’t go eyeing up all the spades.
End up back to level one and start off as a one-man marching band.
Look into my eyes.
Don’t like what you see?
Well, my dear .. what is that makes you want to get the hell up and do the blitz and flee?
See something?
someone familiar?
see your own self?
Feed your ego with ya very own distiller killer.
Rattle my bones.
I am transparent.
I know your secrets.
They are not mine to go and unleash like they are a target for a spent errant.
Ignore me if you must,
but then don’t go using my name in a scattered attempt to unearth some dust.
If you want it.
You have your own soot.
Talk about that.
At least you are sure to have more than half the goddamn loot.
Opinion is not the truth,
but suffer fools gladly,
if it gets you to feel like some kind of Mickey mouse sleuth
Little lady dancer
She dances to my fascination ,
a soul that is filled with imagination.
carefree , bliss….
..no gravity can hold her –
Oh,what a kiss!
Pointed toes,
add a heel, another toe ,a shuffle and hop.
She leads the lot with her teeny tiny bop.
Four years ago. Born in the full sac.
Midwives tore at her home to make sure she would not lack
Life – no scream.
He had to be so mean.
She’s not breathing.
What the fuck ? I haven’t even recovered from all the sweat pouring and heaving
Skin on skin contact.
Brief .
Enough to instil some sense of relief.
Four years later she is tall and graceful,
The word – darling springs to mind.
I look into her eyes,
I am blown away by the compassion I find.
She is my little lady –
Thank God I never stopped being a chancer;
because today I get to see my daughter ,blossom as a true dancer.
To be as you like
28 responses to “To be as you like”
This is a too relatable mood today. Love it. 🌙🤍
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Thanks VainBeauty, hope you are ok?
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It was a rough day but I’m good love 🤍
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Here’s to a better day , Mt friend . X
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Bonus points!! Haha! 😀
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aww lovely n so natural!
it always feels like u r talking infront of eyes/! while reading ur posts!
feels so real n lovely
cheers my friend
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Ha thank you. I am no poet but I am a chancer . THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT. 🙂
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Thoughts in raw 🙂
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aye!
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Very good.
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Thank you John. 🙂
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🙂
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You go Gertrude Stein! Go with two fingers…;)
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ha ha! thanks Rob 🙂 blushing.
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LOL! I don’t remember what I was commenting on and may not want to know…
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Fair enough!
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😉
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That is some stream of consciousness. The thoughts just as they came? 🙂
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Yup , a bit warped. ha ha I was sat half watching the movie and reading blogs and I came across Linda’s #soSc post prompt. I’ve done it before and I love the flow of just writing and not stopping. It may not be amazing writing but I feel creative and I feel like I have tried to be creative . That’s the whole point for me, I guess.
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Oh, it is creative. It’s the nature of consciousness, pulling from a thousand places all at once.
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Thanks for the vote of support
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You thoughts are poetic. This has its own rhythm 🙂
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Thanks Sharon. xx
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You’re welcome.. and thanks for the tag..
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It really is an awesome post! G-uno
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ooooh wow! I’m flattered G-uno :0 thanks 🙂
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This is so cool, I can actually feel the vibes.
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Really? Thank you , that is so awesome – Thanks again 🙂
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