To be as you like
To be or not to be.
I could have stopped right there
Today I choose to be.
This family in all fairness will grow and grow.
Feeling like I do
Score as many times as you like.
Suffer we must
those who refuse to eat and instead are force-fed chickens on a battery farm.
Cow or Bull?
Why do men get to enter and exit when they want?
Why do women only have the key to the chamber with the will to want to open or not…
Which is better?
I suppose both is just as fair.
‘Blue balls isn’t a medical condition
Alas, if one must act this way,
A medical solution,
Used since the most ancient times.
an Antarctican blast of water
Ask any lunatic worth his marbles.
That one rolled right under the door.
Enough space for it to peek.
Not so fair when we cheat.
How to end with a two-letter word?
Shall I be a rebel and give not one but two fingers up to the rules?
a wooden leg tries to stick his in one hand.
Running away – I don’t want to see red.
rather break open the heavens
reveal yellow yolk hues
Crimson Fans snort in disgust
If I must
put a rose on the end and forevermore you will have my friendship,
on every level of schools, we enter.
enter in to.
Megillah of Love
What has love got to do with it?
if it stirs in that smouldering combination of emotions to make a delicious sauce to go with a prime size cut fillet.
What is so complicated about love and feelings?
Simply, you love or don’t and that is end to these endless questions and irrational dealings.
If love is so simple then why does one emotion interlink with another juxtaposing emotion?
Simplicity is not how I would describe love ,with how our hearts can split and antagonise our entire being, with one moment, played out in slow motion.
So how would you describe love?
Like I said,
It is complicated.
I can’t accept this when I know exactly how I want my love life to play out-
True, love is about reciprocation too,
that can be complicated, as much as looking for that one missing ,glass shoe.
A prince will always find his soul mate and take her to the gates of his charming, heavenly palace.
And I suppose you will all live happily ever after, with a massive brood, including a highly imaginative child by the name of Alice.
Love conquers all!
If,that is true ,why is it every time I switch on the T.V. news has spread like an incurable infection of more lost lives in war?
It gets addressed as significant as a child losing his precious ball over the neighbours wall.
Love is complicated whether for a significant other , a lover or your country.
Love is action – it is doing what you feel .
No time to get caught up in thoughts of morose ill.
It is sitting on a linen blanket in the country side, eating baguettes and fromages and sipping from a glass of champagne
-simple – no need to get out the lifeless,numbing scrumpy.
Love takes on many roles.
Responsibilities even and sometimes it can find itself in a place where it can’t justify itself by reason.
Reason with the heart is not meant to be pondered over for a dreary, frost bitten season.
It should come as soon as the first flowers peak out from their slumber to sing out their unique eau de perfume.
It should be about Egyptian 200 thread cotton, white sheets and limbs intertwined as one -far away in some distant room.
You live in this Grasse- like place with lavender filled dreams.
It is making me rather sleepy and I can’t quite take in all the simplicity you place on love’s seams.
Dress it up how you like, but it takes complexity and skill to make an outfit that fits, makes you want to scream at your refection in fits of delight.
You have become like an annoying echo with all this talk of love’s miraculous charm to infuse our souls ,wholly bright.
There is no hope for her now she is intoxicated -completely brainwashed -sucking on prime air of Elysium.
Love can burrow inside like a poison. You lose sense of time ,direction even.
How do you even know this is not the devils ways way to lure you to a place, in your mind, where it topples over into a tidal insanity pool of frenetic waves –
completely caught up in a schism ?
Look, I am not trying to be a complete Asshole or be the mood killer,
but I have to end this somehow -it has somehow turned into a farcical troupe of megillah.
Megillah came to English from the Hebrew məgillāh meaning “scroll” by way ofthe Yiddish megile.
Definitions for megillah
Slang. a) a lengthy and tediously complicated situation or matter. b) a lengthy, detailed explanation or account: Just give me the facts,not the whole megillah.
The indulgent wool gatherer
Let us sit here for a second , right here on top of this lush hill.
Pause, for a moment and think about life and what we want to do – explore how we feel.
Lie down ,sprawl out our arms and legs like star fish and gaze up into the sky.
Cloud gazing- can you see we reflect one of those red dwarf stars, we can see at nigh?
Let’s see what we can find in our future before the clouds pass along.
They move far too quickly, our imagination needs to be strong.
We don’t always have to live in the ghetto.
We could pack up our bags and travel the world , live hand to mouth with a more energetic flow.
Learn different languages, eat fine food, dive off cliffs into the ocean – wanting to live and win.
The reason very much different to how you wanted to end it on Hollin’s lane on the island of ‘Gyve inn’.
Second by second is passing us by.
We could get a move on – leave all this materialistic waste lying just here.
We just take ourselves and book a flight to anywhere -all we need is our combined heart and minds to see things more clear.
What a great game. You do an excellent impression of a sheep, mon cherie.
Okay my turn ……
Arms prop up on elbows, Blonde curls and a mouth seemingly dipped in honey,
looks at the man and those bee sting lips are guarded by all seeing drones.
What is the matter, my little sparrow?
You look at me with such warrant arrest,like we have only just met – you look straight past me like I am not even here. Of course we can stay in touch with our loved ones and take our cellphones.
‘I have a game”, says she, eyes dark, exposing true twinkling stars.
The man forgets to breathe his head fully intoxicated like he has spent the day tumbling out of various bars.
“Walk over to those sheep – there! and I will tell you then what it is you next have to do.”
Slightly fazed but not wanting to show it – he heaves himself up and approaches the sheep with a hesitant brazenness-
“Erm well – hello to you and ewe.”
He turns around to listen to the next part of his task.
His little buttercup opens her mouth , urging him on to stroke the sheep.
Hesitatingly, he laughs when he starts to pet one and it lets out a great bleep.
Laughter emanates from the couple, meets in the air, merge -dancing cheek to cheek -finally a caress.
The lady starts to announce she has something she would like to address.
Obligingly, the man will hear anything she wishes to confess.
“It’s all very romantic this talk of living a better life.
‘I can see it happening -‘
‘Yes, I can see this happening. Me standing next to you – I would love to be your wife.”
The man continues to stroke the sheep ,looks at the tufts falling away in his hands , looks down in horror.
Lady continues –
“if you were as half as good at taking action than talking like you are the confirmed lead in every conceived theatre production of tomorrow…
I look around and see trees but alas, no money.
It’s all very well to sit and fantasise with you, when it is bright and sunny.
Well, I see a much truer future with you – you have such a skill,indulging on your feet.- even if you are slightly heady and staggering.
I foresee a better future for us -one with more purpose – by all means continue with these notions of yours- not in part but as a full time career in wool gathering.”
*TRYING TO INCREASE MY VOCABULARY*
WANT TO HAVE A GO?
indulgence in idle fancies and in daydreaming;absentmindedness: His woolgathering was ahandicap in school.
gathering of the tufts of wool shed by sheepand caught on bushes.
SPECIAL THANKS TO LINDA G. HILL’S #soCS -always inspiring.
This, like all my work, is mostly free flow writing. I don’t really do much planning when I write.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “second.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
The need in me is to create. What?
Anything – it is all up for debate.
I’ve been away far too long from my usual stream of conscious ramblings.
Doing important, official work in the real world. I don’t mind but my urge to write ding dongs in my head like Big Ben , pinching at my nerves like little crablings.
Walk sideways, it’s fun .I don’t mind. To not feel able to put thought to paper is a pain that lunges at me with pincers.
Threatens to cut, alter my composite chemistry that aids my synapses to hop from one tufty cloud to the next .
I’ve fallen off this heady tuft of higher ground. Landed in a dank, damp, dark marshy bog – I look around me and I see my only flight back home is sinking in the mud.
Oh, see how much I have wept.
Humpty dumpty had a far easier break. I’m burning up – I’m spilling out my innards from every orifice. I’m burning up a fever, tactile sensations- uncomfortably scrambled.
If I could just sit up and inhale a breath. I’m tired.
I am sick of heading for the routine spine bash.
Dreary Dystopic drones in uniform hedge all around me.
I know I am ambushed.
Spare this loaf. Save some for later . Don’t be Greedy.
We all need some form of energy to buzz us into a land of fantasy.
This existence is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Necessary to be a part of, I agree .
I need to chill-out. Don’t you see?
I have to have an outlet – that allows me to just, Let me be me!
I promise I won’t hide from my civic duty. You don’t need to contain me in a fryer with other slices of chips off the old block.
I am patriotic.
I understand my need to be part of the solution.
Eyes rise up to the skies- Pink tufts, hues colour me in , a chance for wizardry to occur. I promise I won’t become unwell again .
I won’t lose myself entirely that I become an invalid to humanities true cause. Resolve for my Absolution!
Before you take that roller pin to my head. I’m already malleable – ready to rise . See how blanched I am – covered in fine ,white, earthly grounded flour.
See, look! Pat me down.
Check my left pocket.
Check my right pocket.
Together I can re write this story – or create a captivating ending for everyone – I can whisk you away from a life so dour and sour.
Temporarily of course. Just for a fleeting moment – I can change your wooden hearts and make them beat again.
You can be Lucida.
Fetch me that parchment – just by that oak tree. Three combined ingredients are all that we need.
No dark spells. My intentions are pure.
My need is to make you see an alternative style of Living – a tiny bit clearer.
Imagination does get rusty when we don’t use it.
We can use some of that oil from the this-worldly fryer to lubricate , intoxicate.
Envision any place you want to go that feeds into your happiness
How do you want me to start?
Once upon a time, we abandoned our traditional milieu to head to a place, where we all could flex our buns in a manner of straight out wackiness.
I have my cure!
The gods must be crazy
When chaos has erupted ready to engulf all that we are ;
Death will raise a fury to sustain all mortals with life.
The scales must never meet
For then only foe succeeds it’s ally.
- the God’s must be crazy or a lie.
#justafewwords before I die.
If you could see the myriad memories that run across my eyes : you would be driven into a bedlam.Wishing for a forget me sods lot of wild flowers enraged with the promise of eeergh de parfume- dementia.
The darkest continent claims
Red card racism arrests flight of imaginary motion.
Air control. Trafficking sentient beings.
Venomous vendors plugging PC ( dis) respectful tests
Elevating inflation of people’s final destinations
Lost to incubation .
Ineffectual accusions of discrimation .
A part from hatred , what is the solution?
People are racist – black against a white supremist nation?
Apartheid of resources brought to a halt
Red light district with too many needles to purify our patriotic precious colts.
Threatening ethnic cleansing . A modern day global
no person can stereotype to one culture – bacteria spreads without copulation.
A matriaxy of mistakes
Dividing the world to another war philosophy.
Peace stammers to another halt.
( word prompt ‘travel apartheid) Thank you to my good writer frirnd for being my muse just by a small conversation.
Master of my fate?
What makes you anxious? – the cocoon asked .
Immediate response ?
I want to run away .
The cotton wool opportunity of turning into some thing I’ve never been fills me a desire to run.
I’ve always wanted to fly!
Darwinite if it means i can feel fire
In my belly
Leave behind the sycophants of past.
Presented with the discomfort before the freedom installs a stony face
I finally replied: I want to run from your question because the master of my own fate made me question why I didn’t say I’m the master of my destiny
I sat on the toilet waiting for an answer
A brainwave to collide with my why.
is this deity of mine ?
Know no worries ,let each demon grieve earth
Privilges of wanton entities rivals?
Old school haiku
Water, wind and fire
Nature is spectacular
Gold hues are divine.
Tuesday Haiku 😉
‘Fire and Brimstone’