Sep 1st
Tuesday
Maybe my heart is too much
in the way of things these days;
never really knowing what’s right . . .
definitely knowing what’s wrong; helpless is a desperate place sometimes
games people play can be an infinitesimal but necessary hell,
and one wrong turn towards Resolution Blvd pushes up
moments of raw truth, rendered into meaningless years of false faces,
ending with broken pieces and piercing shards that cut away the trivial chaff
Senseless contests that yield eternal results
looking for the End . . .
Damn. Wasn’t expecting that. Just on my way to the cole slaw recipe and ran up against this brick wall.
Think I’ll just move on for now. Dodging the End.
How can you
ever know what is in
another persons
very deep thoughts?
You just don’t.
I get it.
Wow, deep! Thinking of you!
Follow your heart!
One has but to look to see where this came from..but then one needs to want to see, before they will look….
Nice one ~m…
.-= anonymum´s last blog ..The Fairy of Joy =-.
many mind games are rooted in fear or ego… not even done consciously, people can use games to reposition themselves for advantage, and to prevent being wounded. at least in my more generous states of mind, that’s how i try to see it…
.-= daisyfae´s last blog ..Not “no” but “hell no!” =-.
Those that look don’t often see.
A brick wall will often hit the unobservant in the face.
Great post and very Outer Limits Brother.
Mark
.-= anonypop´s last blog ..The Slack Arse Is Back =-.
I love, love, love how you comment on the comments, ~m! (And you call me kiddo.)
; )