There’s a doll on the mantlepiece
She said I’ve got many tricks
But I won’t do that
I offered her a drink
She puckered up her lips
And said I won’t be your mannequin
To which I replied
That suits me just fine!
I don’t wanna dress you up
I wanna get under your skin!
Sunday wordle: Nut
I’m the nut that simmered down
Because it’s the nuts
That burst through the surface
And sees that it doesn’t matter
Last Swing
We have battles with our demons
Our own wars in our heads
Blood, sweat and tears today are still shed
But instead of world war
It’s hell inside our minds
With all of these tyrants
Pulling the wool over our eyes
We see him in the mirror
But we don’t look
We think the enemy is someone else
And that’s why you miss your own left hook
The enemy is within us
And to think he can be defeated
Is a lie we’re sold
All we can do is keep fighting
Some days we’ll win
But the fight is never over
Until you take your last swing.
The bird on the wire
The bird on the wire
She hears the songs that transpire
Electricity in her feet
She knows
She’s the dinosaur
Extinction did not defeat
Wordle: surrender
I surrender to the bend of the sail
Whichever way the wind takes me
I shall follow
Stitch these wounds
And let go
Lonely crow
sorry for shitty image. I wish I could Carry my canon dslr everywhere I went for moments like this…. but this photo will have to do… just a crow standing alone on a roof in the rain. Summer in Britain….
Keeping bulls in cages
In my resistance
these thoughts become more insistent
restraining these feelings
Acting in the moment
Before you can clearly see things
And so much for all this talk of empathy
And being sold ideals
Of no anger
yet the more I don’t allow
The bull a little run
The more angry it becomes
Raging even before the storm
All because I hold too tight
In the hopes I could contain it
But it’s almost killed me, so many nights
Restraining bulls
In cages
Sunday wordle: Storm
Carry the storm
In the event the trigger
is pulled
Pick yourself off
you will not quake
in the aftershock
of this shake up
these moments
Are like riding turbulent seas
they pass
till they’re nothing
these seconds
take up the hours
But these mistakes
Don’t mean
You have to scream
Suffering creates character….
And isn’t it this train of thought that is the problem?
There is an element of truth to it, for sure. But I see all these people competing who suffered the most, and I wonder if this idea of being heroic and suffering to create character is part of the problem? Not that I have a solution, just that it’s a problem I’ve recognised in the human condition. I get the sense some humans feel they haven’t suffered enough, though it seems counterintuitive to want more suffering it seems like people are jealous of people who have gained ‘character’ from suffering.
If I can be oppressed (or claim to be oppressed), then I have something to fight (or something to claim to be fighting).
The paradox in all this? There is suffering in the conquest for more ‘worthy’ suffering…..
The invader
You spin yarns
Like a spider spins its web
We’re just flies
Tangled in your head
Getting under our skin
Trying to invade our humanity
Because you lost yours to your vanity
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