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Here he comes wearing bright colours
That say,
I'm getting in you're way

He doesn't take rejection easy
Try wafting away
In you're face
Instantly
Persistently

Gets his kicks this way
Try to make my excuses
Conversation brings
Subtle threat
Of a sting

At the speed of a
Golden eagle,
He'll hit you with
A needle

Compound eyes
Only see one view
Any other is
Out of view

To my relief
He sees something sweet,
Feet
Faster than wings
Off he buzzed.


Song - Blur, Charmless man
i am the best
version of myself
when i am comfortable
surrounded by my loved ones
and knowing there are no time restrictions
Walking past a window
I see a woman crying
Wondering about all the scenario's
That could have befallen her?
Boyfriend problems?
Financial situation?
Job stress?
Just having one of those days?

I do the only thing
I can
Send her positive thoughts
And carry on with my day

Kate finished chopping and   
Wiped a meaningless
Onion induced tear away
Carrying on with her day
Ice-hard, cold, yet I endure,
The tales of old city folks
they capture the essence of the place
For the world's embrace I yearn.
Bed beckons, but I resist,
For in the world, my spirit persists
Some things
in the stories did not happen
as they happened in the stories.

We can know that

because

here,
today,
while it's called today,
some things in the stories

hap.
Just hap, as if this
were the story, happening
perfect as told and somethings
that do happen here
happen not
as they happen in the stories,

we can know, this is so.
Aha, first glimpse beyond today
I don't want another Vietnam,
Iraq or Afghanistan

I don't want another wild fire
Flash flood
Or hurricane

I don't want another mass shooting
Famine
Drought
Or
Circumstances which are dire

I don't want to hear
All these cries
I don't want to hear
All these lies
I don't want to know
All these scams
No, I don't want to come over
And hold your hand
I don't want no stinking badge

I don't want a see a magic
Number
I don't want to wake,
come
Out of this slumber

I don't want to know
What I'm supposed to do
Supposed to see
Supposed to be

No, I don't want to
be your friend
I don't want to have to extend
No, I don't want to have this conversation

I just want silence
And the end.

Really
What then?

Blessings they come everyday
In everyway
There is beauty in the lullaby in the winds
The starlings, a river flowing
From this tree to another
The woods green in the fall sun

Which way is it going to be today?



It's going to be
What it's going to be

I don't know

I don't want to know
But it's all a blessing
So they say
Which is it going to be
Today?

Surely one more breath and to our present,
We'll keep on fighting
while we
Surrender.
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