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Purcy Flaherty May 2018
Your soul is your current state of being!

The difference between a good soul and a bad soul; is how much physical and mental effort you are (((compelled))) to put in; to ease the grief and suffering of others.

There's a broad spectrum of soulful and soulless in individuals; and their capacity to empathize with other living things!

So are you a good soul and soulful? or a bad soul and souless?

A good soul benefits the world socially and strives to improve the environment for everyone including the next generation; where as shallow souls; mostly look to benefit themselves and have little regard for anything else.
Good souls, bad souls and everything in between
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2021
My mother would often suggest I sleep on it.
Presumably mulling over all the possible outcomes whilst dreaming.

We were raised with anxiety, my mother was a live wire; adrenaline primed our hearts to avoid judgment, or catastrophe in an uncertain future.

At this very moment I am  living in the now, and in love with all living things, no-longer afraid; no longer clinging to the illusion of control, in an uncertain future.
The wondering spirit, travellers, settlers, settling down, roots
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
We sailed on a sloop with whiskey & jazz;
When a whale called closing time.
She sank to the bottom on a Saturday night,
So we took to the running tide.

Deep in the belly of the ocean,
We did what we could to survive,
Drank sweet water from a swordfish,
As we sang to the blue valentine.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

With a little wind and a lonely sky,
Gulls crying for the gypsy’s  on the water,
We followed the clouds both day and night,
Till we finally reached the boarders.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

To get this boat to the Promised Land.
To get this boat to the Promised Land.


Song at:
https://youtu.be/Y8ERzShVxwY
Poem dedicated to the memory of Dougal Robertson and his friends/family ~  from Leek in Staffordshire.
They were shipwrecked in the Pacific ocean: 1971 sank by a pod of killer whales ~surviving 38 days in a small dingy no casualties all six passengers survive chasing rain clouds  before being picked up by a Japanese whaler!
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
The vapors fill my lungs my tubes, cut; harass me, like the patterns on the floor.
Coloured coils that weave the coiled cord that strings together; tie his values and his legacy ~ a genius descending his coordination; losing his purpose; his time.
My ******, my sweet ******, my lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free; my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

People barren fruit so lost abused and misused the lie denies me; uncoordinated me the passers by the public, bathed in boredom weaving comfortably the flame; the final flame well the flame that could be final; that flame that could be final!
My lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free, my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.
I wrote this nearly 30 years back with my friend Paul Rogers!
Watching friends waste precious time with drugs!
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2021
We only surmise, or form ideas from what we've been told! as "history is always written and preserved by the victors"

Theorems are written in a world where information has always been the super power.
We entrust our history to intellectuals with egos, and lucrative careers.
These people often creat and reinforce our perception of our past merely to empower their future.
The majority of these people are entitled, well funded and have their income and reputations to protect!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
Insects once restless below the bark,
Now skit across the torn dress that hugs the sweet flesh of my honey,
Yes she’s tired and a little grubby,
But she’s my honey just the same.

My hands clench this the object of my desire,
Six legs stride to and fro escaping this murky mire,
Perspiration runs the length of her shirt,
While fluid fertilises this ever evolving tide of ****** consumption.

Her scent inhabits the soil,
She’s breaking down from corner to corner silently in alternating triangles.
Love is written here within the beauty of her frame.
Yes she’s tired and a little grubby but she’s my honey just the same.

She comes to me in dreams In dreams, in dreams.
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2019
I love you honey
I love you're honey hole,
I love your sweet nectar
It satisfies my soul...

When I taste your honey;
It tastes so sweet,
You're my honey suckle honey
and a sticky tasty treat...

Your my honeysuckle honey,
Your my honeysuckle hole
I like to tease the sugar,
from your sugar bowl...

What I like is oozy, gooey,
finger licking good,
You're pure perfection,
sweet confection,
sent to me with love.
Honey
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2021
Just a few thoughts.

Whilst colonialism by waring nations have steadily decreased across the globe.

(((Or until the next euro-war kicks off)))

Corporate colonialism has steadily increased, seizing power in society, using it's social and economic influence to extract resources; with little or no concern for the worlds fellow inhabitants.
That's because corporate colonial power has no stake, or little compassion for the welfare of indigenous populations or local economy's; over resources.

The super elite are so detached from reality, that they literally live in Alyssum; requiring just a small workforce and an army to realise production or the acquisition of global assets.

Our worlds leaders seemingly avoid all the negative consequences of their complicity in return for there compliance.

The welfare of the surplus population, especially those too young, or too old to work is unprofitable; and as such, is poorly funded, just enough to pacify the masses and stave off civil-unrest.

Globally there is a constant and gradual increase in funding pharmaceutical, mining and military sectors, with the support of the media machine; and a gradual decline in funding environmental schemes, health, and education.

(There may be big trouble ahead)
Nothing has changed for thousands of years.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Hydron accelerator

Dreamers harness air, water, earth and fire in search of more missing elements.
The gravity of the question; the small mater of the multiverse; will continue to reveal nothing solid.

So save your energy! and simply sit within the gas, the liquid and the plasma, for the answer to our universe has always echoed from within, it's just be kind to everything!
All the elements are here, The fifth element to the 55th
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Purcy Flaherty Aug 2018
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Purcy Flaherty Nov 2018
Just yapping away;
claver, clack, waffle, chunter,
off at the mouth;
yap yap yap yap!
Bla!, bl!, bl!, Blar! B~blar!

Let's shut our mouths, and stop pretending and drown the blather with cups of tea!
SshH
Purcy Flaherty Apr 2018
I like a little ***,
I like a little Coke,
I like a little Whiskey,
I like a little Dope.

I like a little Gin,
I like a little Wine,
I like a little Pill,
I like a friend of mine.

I like a little something to while away the time.
I like a little something to pacify my mind.
https://youtu.be/OVsdacYuQQI
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
The son of love and god scratched the surface of humanity, only to fall in love with a kind soul, for every night I slept, the monster invisible crept, naked with feathers and a bow loosing arrows blow by blow; Busily chanting songs from its celestial throne, songs that transform; inspire love, arouse jealousy and invoke war!
Please, please, take pity on these the windows of my soul, for when the son of love is seen and the temples fall, the earth will howl with the trees, the birds and bees, let sleeping dogs lie with the serpents of blind faith and beauty;
Place in a box the nectar to protect her, untill the earth grows young again, voluptuous and born of pleasure.
He who wounds his victims,
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2021
Every killer is in pursuit of life,
I suspect that the key to a long life, is in deaths commonality.
I've no doubt that obstacles such as cancer and diabetes will be the key to our longevity; not because we eradicate them, but because we include them in some way.

(Its just a feeling)
It's about re-interpreting what developments your seeing.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Lief is flul of all srots of imprefections;
Nnoe of which shuold hnider uor ovreall msesaeg;
knidnses, preseverance and unedrstanding is hte kye.
It's a mixed up world.
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2017
I was just in the closet July 1988
Not a word was said; 'sept a couple of whispers and an obvious desire to ****!
Mop buckets, the heat, and the stink of her *****,
Petulant hands and harsh fingers as staggered breaths tell a tale;
knickers and pants half pulled down,
Hard truths pushing through,
I had to **** her from behind,
Very confined, quick, clumsy, ******, release.
We both staggered out;  her mate was much older and waiting outside, bold as brass, she looks me up and down all tough and barks assertively "i'm next!" and **** I was back in the closet 1988
Two brazen cleaners take turns with the new boy in the closet in 1988 extract from my diary.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2021
Innocence is a lovely and honourable gift.
It makes all that's good in the world; all the more magical and amazing.
Innocence, gift,
Purcy Flaherty May 2018
As I enter the arena and the blood sport begins;
I gaze around the room, at the fighting *****, all dressed in battle trim.

Angry eyes telling tails, chests puffed out,
**** and ****** feathers scattered to and fro, spurred on by spite...

Amidst the bitter cries; and angry beaks;
talons rip and wound again and again until the match is over
and everyones a loser;

Even the hen!
Inspired by **** waving & cockfighting.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2021
I want someone that respects my opinion,; and not just my right to have one.
I want someone who stands by me; despite any differences of opinion.
I want someone who trusts me to make all sorts of mistakes.
I want someone that doesn't need me to understand.
I want somebody that looks me in the eyes as we ****.
I want someone that's respects my right to say no it's not for me.
I want someone who is polite; and not rude or unkind.
I want love & reassurance, reducing any risk that's frightening.
I want loyalty and someone who also seeks, this basic remit.

Is this too much to ask of anyone?
A partnership
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2019
Love; a voice filled with desire, like the song of a siren; like the call of emptiness

****** into the void; I'm yours
Louise!
I kiss you gently like I kissed your ***.

I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine.

The spirit of the stairs,  
I love you Louise but I know that you can never be mine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
Oh love, love, love, love,
our mouths full of passion and wine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
I love you Louise with every inch of me, but I know that you shall never be mine.
je t'aime

L'amour, une voix remplie de désir,
comme le chant d'une sirène;
comme l'appel du vide.

aspiré dans le vide;
Je suis à toi Louise!
Je t'embrasse doucement juste comme j'ai embrassé ton I' sexe.

Je cherche la femme;
mon ventre par terre,
peau comme de la soie,
nos bouches pleines de passion et de vin.

L'esprit des escaliers,
Je t'aime Louise mais je sais que tu ne seras jamais à moi.

Oh amour, amour, amour, amour!
Je sais que tu ne peux jamais être à moi

Oh amour, amour, amour, aime nos bouches pleines de passion et de vin.

Oh amour, amour, amour, amour!
Je sais que tu ne peux jamais être à moi

Je t'aime Louise avec chaque pouce de moi,
mais je sais que tu ne seras jamais à moi.
Purcy Flaherty May 2018
I never in a thousand years thought of myself as anything, but here I am and everything that you have found favorable comes from this place.
Constantly creating just to stay in the game, I play for my work; not for my pay…
I get behind every word!
The life of the appetite! always hungry for something?
I chose words to be durable ... for better or for worse!
I sense a deep yarning.
I have an ego that's pointless.

I'm driven to create, to sing talk and lark about to help dissolve our suffering, even the trash has it's place in that!
Always hoping to reduce the eye, my work is small like me!
What my hands fall on I do willingly to be connected, to give something back.
Everything is so very; very small !
Contentment is the key to it all !
That and kindness!
Writing songs, poems ramblings for as long as I can!.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Have a little slice of key lime pie; get down on your knees and get real high,
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Spank step, toe hop, cramp-shuffle, paddle and roll;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie.

Dig deep, riff-walk, clunk-click, scuff those feet;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Soft shoe or metal tap on the heel or toe, get your shoes on honey here we go!

Tastes so good, tastes so neat,
it’s a sweet and salty treat!
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
The oral tap dance

Song link below:
https://youtu.be/XrX0vDShlko
Purcy Flaherty Nov 2018
I'm alive and kicking,
kicking out a tune;
tune up that thing
and I'll play a tune for you.

You can take this body;
body and soul;
Soulful, blues and jazz.
Jazz ain't rock and roll!

When I'm dead *******,
and my singing days are through,
Tune up that thing!
You know what to do!
Celebrate death with music
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Amour fou,
Une voix pleine de désir,
Comme l'appel d'une sirène,
Comme l’appel du vide;
l’appel du videis,
Je suis à vous.

Je t'embrasse doucement;
comme si j'embrassais ton sexe,
Je cherchez la femme,
Mon Ventre à terre,
Peau comme de la soie,
nos bouches pleines de passion
~ et de vin,
l’esprit de l’escalier!

Je taime !
Passion, crazy love, a voice full of desire, like the call of a siren; like the call of emptiness, the call of the void. I'm yours! I kiss you gently like I kiss your ***, I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine, the spirit of the stairs, I love you!
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2021
I could be happy,
I could be slow,
I could be weak,
I could be cold.

You could be sad,
You could be quick,
You could be strong,
You could be hot.

Sweet La Rossa;
All I want is you...

I could be closed,
I could be noisy,
I could be me,
I could be better.

You could be open,
You could be quite,
You could be you,
You could be sweet.

Sweet La Rossa;
AlI I want is you...

This song of love, was always meant for you.

This song of love, was always meant for you.
A song about nothing and everything
Purcy Flaherty Jun 2021
People choose which laws they follow depending upon their mood; or the company they keep!
They say you can't get ****** in the pub, it's illegal!
Purcy Flaherty Aug 2018
Let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in;
Open up your hearts and let the sunshine in.

I got a friend in you; you got a friend in me.
Just smile that way each and every day,
fill the world with love and say!

Let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in;
Open up your hearts and let the sunshine in.

Kindness is the key to peace and harmony!
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.

Let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in;
Open up your hearts and let the sunshine in.
~
Let the sunshine in;
let the sunshine in,
Open up your hearts and let the sunshine in.
Positively comes from within
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Little green frog
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
A little green frog is trying catch my eye!
It’s a tadpole-lite; it's lily lies,
It's sticky poison and feminine whiles,
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))

A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
It's mouth is full of lies and it's belly's full of flies.
A little green frog trying to catch my ear!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))

A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
it's got to knock knees, and two bent legs,
A plastic smile and a crazy head,
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat.

It's up and down all night long;
splashing about in the water,
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my ...
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my...
A little green frog's tryin' to catch my boat!

Bless her soul.
There's no point in trying to engage with little green frogs!
They're, just splashing about in the murky water catching flys
Please visit the youtube link to the song below
https://youtu.be/ScJiXD7map8
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2021
Little pleasures; When luxury becomes the norm, both the anticipation and the pleasure in little things become diminished. Lets put away our plastic teabags and start our value enhancement with a lovely *** of leaf tea.
Throw away society.
Purcy Flaherty Dec 2018
I feel that...Every day that goes by adds to the loss of my potential.
longevity
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Amber nectar, barley hops, liquid bread at beer o’clock.
Brown sugar, roasted grain, something to wash my troubles away; Lovely beer? , I love my beer!

Wet your whistle, ***** clogs, liquid lunch, hair of a dog.
beer goggles to oil the ****, this morning I woke up with a dog. ~ (Woof! ... Woof! ... Woof! ... Woof! ...) Lovely beer!

Wet your whistle, ***** clogs, liquid lunch, hair of a dog.
beer goggles to oil the ****, this morning I woke up with a frog. ~ (BRiBbBBIT! … BRiBbBBIT!) Lovely beer.
Beer! GBBF
Song link: https://youtu.be/dDuixqeoiq0
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
We talk about equality, honesty and candor,
dream of unity between *** and gender,
Though men can be *******, uncouth and crude.

It’s not just men that express lude desires,
Women too light their own fires.

A world full of wankers!
all love making goo.
I shouldn’t say it! Why?
It’s still a social taboo!
Equality, honesty and candour !
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Esther
You"re on my mind
every second,
every minute,
every hour, of every day.

The way you look,
The way you smile,
The way you touch,
The words you say;

Simply takes my breath away
Smittenn,yearning, love, desire your always on my mind.
Ieternaly waiting..
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
The mystery of love,
Spits with desire,
Watch it evolve,
Ply it with fire,
It came from above,
Higher and higher,
A riddle to solve,
Awaken the squire,
Upon a winged horse,
Virtue and vice,
As lust takes its course,
Sugar and spice,
A terrible force,
Colder than ice,
With little remorse,
Naughty but nice.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Together we would scheme and we'd, walk and we'd play.
We'd talk and we'd pack all life's troubles away
Then we would gaze at the stars and you'd say.
I love the bones of you
love.



A chorus for Sr

Song link:
https://youtu.be/gOovsOv7Yq0
Sometimes you're a real ****** S*r*, why gaslight me?
Just except that you can be loved for you!
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
There’s no point sitting at home with a long face,
Trying to work out why,
Life’s dealt you the *** deal,
For now you’ve got this second time.

Step on up with a smile on your face,
Try and work out why,
The worlds began to shine on you,
For now you’ve got this second time.

You’ve got to love yourself !
Before anyone else can do !
Before anyone else should do !

There’s no point sitting at home with a long face
Trying to work out why,
Life’s dealt you the short straw,
For now you’ve got this second time,

Step on up with a smile on your face,
Try and work out why,
The worlds began to shine on you,
For now you’ve got this second time.

You’ve got to love yourself !
Before anyone else can do !
Before anyone else should do !
Love yourself!

Song at:
https://youtu.be/r3LYtI1Z2is
Purcy Flaherty Apr 2019
I got a penny in my pocket,
a cricket in a box,
a ladybird,
a dragon fly,
a little silver fox,
I got a key,
a golden eye,
a pie up in the sky;
I've got so many lucky things;
Oh! these lucky things of mine!
I'll cross my fingers,
Hold my breath,
pull the petals one by one
I'll gaze into my lucky bag;
and marvel at the lucky ones.
shooting stars and moon lit skies are dazzling to my eyes.
But I treasure all these lucky things;
Oh! these lucky things of mine!

Now make a wish
and count to ten
then turn three times and say again!
"I'm a silly superstitious ****!"
Yes I'm a silly superstitious punk!
putting faith into the  silliest things
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Lumps!
I fear that my ***** are infected with a cancer that love can’t resolve!
Finding lumps!
Purcy Flaherty Apr 2021
Media moguls
(The big six)

Media moguls, farming us like baboons, leaving just a flicker of our human potential; enough to consume.

A bitter machine, manufacturing and selling the illusion of fear and failure; ******* with our subconscious, spinning and expanding this dark material world; for nothing more than prestige and false profits.

There is more to life than this!
Wake up Space monkeys!
A constant stream of negativity, greed and desire.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
The desire for chemical relief, playful, wilful abandonment, stirring the ***, awakening the physical urge.
Both stripped back, longing for the oxytocin fix, the serenity of melatonin and the minds hush; as our bodies push.
Choosing to hush!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
Above the rain below the ground,
the leaves hide her blooded shroud,
Soon her folks will sense her plight,
Through the tortured dead of night,
They’ll ring her friends, the cops, and every-one,
They’ll search for miles until their done,
And when she’s found 6 months later,
once again she makes the papers.
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.
Laying in each others arms.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2021
There can never be a realisation,
The loss is too profound; too permanent.
They closed your eyes in front of me, you died 10 years ago, yet I always remember it as the year before last;
I fear I shall feel this loss all my mortal life.
Your devoted child X
Watching the lights go out.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
My love don’t live here anymore.
My love don’t live here no more,
The body it has gone,
but the soul it lingers on.
My love don’t live here no more!

I hear your whisper in my ear,
I hear your whisper in me ear,
Though the body; it has gone,
The words they linger on.
I hear your whisper in my ear!

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.

No more trouble; no more strife row your boat to the shaw;
my love,
Take my hart and leave these tears,
i'll meet you in a lifetime,
and kiss you in that place called paradise.

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Meet me in that place some other time!
Dedicated to Ray & Tarita Martin two people I love with all my heart!
Song link below:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=CIUo-K0IoWQ
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Initially she began contacting me over the course of a year or so and increasingly over the last few months she started visiting me, helping me, caring for me and occasionally employing me in different ways.

She’d just had a break up a few weeks before, explaining that things hadn’t been right in the relationship for some time!

She presents herself as respectful, thoughtful, gentle, kind and considerate and after what seemed to be a very short length of time; unexpectedly declared that she had feelings for me; regarding love, admiration, desire and some other adventures.

She then began to bombarded me with love talk; occupying around 70% of my time gaining my trust, I was swept off my feet; she took a great deal of interest in me, learning everything about me, what I liked, where I would go, always asking what I was thinking feeling, how she could help and I was flattered and she was charming, though a little awkward at times.

As our friendship grew she started sharing her back story, including some tragic life experiences; she vilified her past lovers, and ex-partners and branded them as crazy, or bitter liars and troubled souls; slowly gaining my sympathy, whilst securing my allegiance, and keeping me on side; keeping me close; drawing on my compassion loyalty & trust!

During intimate moments she would sometimes seem a little awkward, false, over enthusiastic or a little insincere, and I made allowances for this given my knowledge of her backstory.
Re: (tragic events & experiences)

She began to choose and buy me clothes; outfits, take me shopping, gradually altering my outward image and appearance.

She introduced me to her friends; but was careful to keep me and them at arms-length, I realise (((Now))) that she was building an alternative profile of me in their minds and that the people she introduced to me rarely exhibited the behaviors or characteristic that I was led to expect.

She soon started to embroil me in her own rituals and compulsive behavior's, explaining that tasks needed to be performing in very specific ways to prevent her getting distressed!

She made many promises : ‘The hook’ It was my expectation i.e. waiting for some of those promises to materialise, that kept me hanging on the hook; As this increased her control and I think exited her too.
(Next to none of her promises came to fruition!)

She gradually had a hand in almost every aspect of my life i.e. my home, my work, my friends, family, my finances, the way I dressed, the food I ate and many other things besides, much of which I didn’t realise until our relationship was finally over. and I was left empty.
(In every way)

She often took immense pleasure in duping, individuals or companies out of something through theft, shoplifting, or getting something for nothing, a profiteer, a chancer!

To question or challenge her authority would result in seeing her facade slip and watch her decline into meltdown. It's at that point, she would lose composure, and I would see her irrationality come to the fore; revealing the real person underneath; childish, contrived and very fragile; It’s as if control is the glue that holds her together, without it she just falls apart, during this time she can’t be consoled and it’s impossible to calm this escalating situation; in fact; at this point that she would attempt to regain control by ‘gas-lighting’ me, she would distort the truth; re: who said what; in an attempt to damage my self-esteem, to make me question my own mind, my words, my intention and any actions, apportioning blame, pointing fingers, making me feel guilty, use rejection, or using hurt, sorrow, tears, shame and even threaten liable or legal action, and then use *** to pacify or regain control over me and my actions.

These episodes would appear often; though irregular and without provocation, I would always be deemed at fault!
I found silent compliance was less stressful than engaging in discussion.    

She never took responsibility or made any apologies for her conduct.

She would set me tasks, and go out a lot, and lie or bend the truth, as to where she had been; I never once challenged this behaviour!

When the relationship was finally deemed over; I was both devastated and relieved.

I began to see my new position in the cycle; as she immediately begin to vilify me in order to give credence to her new backstory, I felt very confused, disorientated and emotionally fraught, shell shocked! questioning, how much of our relationship was true and how much was a lie? For everything I thought I knew was now knitted together with a very complex web of loyalties, lies and half-truths.

Her pattern of repetitive and controlling behaviors have seemingly remained unchanging throughout all her relationships;
(I was covertly contacted by many of her previous partners and various other casualties since leaving her, and they offered shared many familiar experiences.

Within two weeks of being apart (ostracised) she informed me that she had fallen in love (And that my replacement) some-one she admires, someone kept just within the circle, a mutual acquaintance and she even thanked me for bringing them together.

My assumption is that: The grooming of her new lover will have commenced some time ago; her M.O. (Her pattern of behaviors, her techniques have remained fixed.)

She’s incredibly self-conscious, her biggest fear is that other people will find out about her true demeanour, as her image and appearance is everything to her. She's afraid that people will shun her for being so very, very different.
She is a wolf, that’s not to say she is a malevolent creature par-say; she is awesome, beautiful and beguiling in many ways, but you don’t want to be pray.

Full circle:
I too have joined the ranks of the discredited; labelled a liar, troubled, bitter and crazy; she contacted members of my, family, friends and some fellow musicians; and a few folks shared some of these conversations accusations with me.)
I suspect that she may even attempt to vilify me with authorities or threaten some form of legal action; as she has to other lovers in the past.

Despite everything I'm still drawn to her charismatic boldness, her awkward ****** power, her intelligence, and so…I have blocked all means of contact to curtail my own almost pathological interest, for despite everything that’s transpired, her lies, her infidelity, her deceit and appalling behaviour, I'm still drawn, intrigued, bewitched, beguiled by the person hiding underneath the façade.

Now the dust has finally settled; I’ve somehow remained sound of mind.

I don’t feel guilty or loyalty anymore; I’m aware that I’ve been manipulated into thinking and acting in ways that don’t truly represent my character; and that I’m just one of many people seduced by a sociopath; (((another natural human variant)) a person devoid of empathy for others, an entity that’s developed a narrow set of skills and mirroring behaviors, that allows her to blend into mainstream society in order to feel safe, secure and in control.

She would have preferred to keep me hanging on, like many other dependents, adding me to the hareem; a bank of beguiled individuals that she occasionally calls upon to perform simple tasks, or perhaps to monitor and re-assess her clever handwork.

The last time we met she opened with nervous politeness and finished with pleasure and veiled cruelty.
I left feeling drained, uncomfortable and quite fazed.

I’ve written this diary account to help further understand what had transpired during this complicated relationship.
(I’ve published it here with no names, because I think it’s worth understanding, it’s not a warning or a vengeful act.

In any case, Her next lover will ignore any pre-warnings as just bitter ramblings, as most individuals are driven by the natural pursuit of love, which consists of caring intellectual loyalty, *** and romance rather than following advice of some seemingly bitter ex. ( And rightfully so)

Good kind or exciting people further enhance the image and status of a sociopath and they will orbit your small shiny star, tapping into your  valuable energy before  slingshotting into a larger, more attractive orbit of a lager star.
Sadly love, *** and desire is simply a tool for manipulation and gain, it's all about prestige.

I wish her well, like every creature.

Expect high drama.
She loves to watch you come unstuck
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
3
Blood brothers,
equal in blood,
fathered by the music of love.
Each is perfect,
different in style,
all born from an act of love.
My three sons are so different, yet so similar in many, many ways.
Each has half my blood and genetic imprint and in that they are all three equal and united.
I pray that my sons love each other allways.
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
We rode our horses cross-country,
Through the nations of the unknown,
We survived the snowy mountains,
And lived off the land and the trees,
Through hot summers and cold winters,
Through deserts storms; we circled the trails,
We learned from the birds and the bees,
We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo,
We fished to feed the travelling spirit,
We turned acorns into flour,
We set our senses free.

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Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold.
You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture!
You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture.

You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste.
You wasted the water to make coke, burgers,
and fantasy towns.

To reign supreme in a new-world without shame!

Savages!
Meat and potatoes!
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2021
I need sunlight,
I need the sea.
I need fresh air,
I need to breathe.
I need music,
I need love,
I need family,
I need to work.
(On all of the above)
Real life
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
No sweeter flower could give such a vacant stair in the grass on the bank and it hurt in the sun, when everything had so much meaning to the world that we spoke.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but flying was lying for with his hands held aloft he fell to the floor like a stone.
Now should he have given his wide open arms and grasped so tightly these leaves, when the flowers were lost and the petals were dreams that were blown in the cool autumn winds.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but wanting to escape he held up both hands and said I’ve both feet on the ground today sensibly.
Senselessly the birds and the bees, they sung their song on and on!
Wrote this over 30 years ago
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