I am red with passion
Crimson with lust
Yet delicate to the touch
Pick me wrong, and my thorns will draw your blood
But pick me right,
And I will give you all my love.
(The interesting dichotomy between introverted versus extroverted thinking: an observed similarity in situational handling that I’ve found among many. )
I can only watch, an unwilling spectator
Your self destructive feedback loop,
Cocktails of discontent spreading, a mental epidemic,
A disappointing antithesis
To the simple power of ‘could’.
I see winged thoughts entombed, fluttering madly against their cages
Reverberating in the darkness of a hollow dome
Their forcible silencing, as crippling as tasers.
Atomised once, convictions refuse to devolve
Suppression is out of the question
A sabotage has set its course
And we both know there’s no recession.
They’re crystallising, beautiful and terrible in their evolution
And I’m rooted, immutable, to my seat
The silent inevitability plays out before my eyes
A testament, to shadowed self belief.
Unraveling at exponential speed, the spiral Unleashes vicious missives
In a chokehold, I’m backed up against a wall
And with mechanistic apathy,
The thrashing continues.
Supercilious tones, searing sardonic smiles
Each leave small or seismic marks
Goading, tearing and mocking me
Until finally fly the sparks.
Dissections done, the waiting game is up
The last self denying veil is cast away
The foundations lie as Roman ruins
And there’s nothing left to say.
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
(Based on Jean Piaget’s paradigmatic structures)
The only thing that is constant
Is that there will always be change.
All information encountered
Is accommodated, assimilated or engaged.
Our reality is construction
We are perpetually in flux
One must recycle the blocks of their creation
And here we come to the crux.
You can’t step into the same river twice
Nor into a river yourself the same
The telemeres have died and regrown
And memories rewrite themselves, even as they fade.
Yet there are underlying natures
Which never seem to change
Tendencies which override
The voice telling them, not to make the same mistakes.
If someone wrongs you once
And tells you they wouldn’t again
What they will change is how they do it-
Don’t fall for the updated pretense.
Close that darkened door
And open yourself ten more
Laugh at their jealousy, curtsey to their rage
And then go and perform, on a different stage.
Why walk the dry riverbed
When drought and dust will never be your friend?
Take the tributary to the delta
Leap into the jungle, and hope it never ends.
Flirt with the danger, whirl into the wild
Run as the horse that sees the jump
And never ever shies.
Sashay into the unknown
Court it coquettishly as you please
Intelligent is she who adapts
And moves to counter attacks, not appease.
So sharpen your senses to scalpels
Meet every swipe with a knowing smile
Work it out psychologically
Before they even know they’re on trial.
Because in life you only get one chance
And if you’re waltzing with the scorpion
You should make your last
Your most elegant dance.
‘Space was just a word made up by someone afraid to get too close’ -Close, Tove Lo.
‘Love isn’t “I’m going to do this for you because you’re going to do this for me”. It’s “I’m going to do this for you because I just want to’. -Unknown
What you do for someone
Is not a bargaining chip
Just as the past is not your weapon
To use in order to guilt trip.
When in the present you behave with no grace
No amount of previous niceties dissolve
The inevitability of the backlash you will face.
If you use what you have done
Of one thing you can be sure
It shows you to be rather sadly
Naive and insecure.
Take this lesson
And next time, don’t visit nor volunteer
If you will only refer to it like an asset
Because you’ll no longer be welcome here.
You may insist that it would never be the case
Distance yourself from the accountability all you like
It was the boy who cried wolf too many times
For whom no one would move to save.
The most easily substituted are those
Who think they cannot be replaced.
But what do you matter, in this universe of stars?
Nothing, you are no one, and you will not be the last.
The strength of the wolf is the pack
and the strength of the pack is the wolf.
A GREAT conflict was about to come off between the Birds and the Beasts. When the two armies were collected together the Bat hesitated which to join. The Birds that passed his perch said: “Come with us”; but he said: “I am a Beast.” Later on, some Beasts who were passing underneath him looked up and said: “Come with us”; but he said: “I am a Bird.” Luckily at the last moment peace was made, and no battle took place, so the Bat came to the Birds and wished to join in the rejoicings, but they all turned against him and he had to fly away. He then went to the Beasts, but soon had to beat a retreat, or else they would have torn him to pieces. “Oh,” said the Bat, “I see now.
‘He that is neither one or the other has no friends’.
-The Bat, the Bird and the Beast, Æsop’s Fables.
‘So don‘t play with me, because you’re playing with fire’ – Rolling Stones
Are we determined or free?
Bound by natural laws, or with autonomy?
Because with that choice you set your fate
But two can use words to lacerate.
In life, polycephalic creatures have an alarming tendency
Of rapidly expiring
And not many like the imposition of
Your insidious sense of entitlement.
I’ll soon be introducing you to my alter ego
She walks here and there amongst the forests
Searching for an exit like you
From my restless unconscious.
Her approach can be ever so slightly ad hominem
She doesn’t seem to like those who aren’t true
Nor have an affinity for the selfish
But, she’d very much like to meet you.
In fact, she only ever surfaces
When the flame of my mind burns blue.
Did you think you’d get away with it?
Answer me this
Because I’m not shooting blanks
Nor hurling to miss.
Perhaps you thought you were being clever
One of your favourite little fantasies
And yet the arrogant flippancy
Just doesn’t quite mask, the raw superficiality.
It’s funny what makes some feel better
How they react when they’re overly bitter
Facing rejection, leaping to demonize
It was that last action which opened my eyes.
I heard that smug comments
And sarcastic remarks
Have a somewhat ironic habit,
Of becoming self-inflicted scars.
Repugnance floods quickly
As machinations are confronted
It might be that your self love
Becomes a little disrupted.
And though causality likely isn’t
A concept you understand
You may wake up when you realise
That the result isn’t really going to plan.
The standard you walk past is the one you accept
The secret you keep is the one you condone
You become the conspiring accomplice
Who unfailingly ends up alone.
What’s more is for sure
When you open that door
You expose that you’d do the same.
And that which you don’t,
Reveals you to have no shame.
If you can’t own up
Then face the music,
Because you can’t postpone this one
Nor turn it into an interlude.
Your monopoly took a long hike south
But all eventually, pay their dues.
Too many times have you deepened
Pre existent wounds
The attention attracts you
But your part will be finished soon.
There are so many songs
If only you knew-
The spotlights switched on
And they’re all playing for you.
Sorry, I can’t hear what you’re saying
Over the deafening noise
Of what you are and aren’t doing.
I diagnose you with purity
A trait with particular fragility
It’s existence these days is almost temerity
And it’s discovery, is a precious rarity.
Your symptomatology is devoid
Of Machiavelli’s darkness, with enchanting transparency
Altruistic happiness unerringly real
Playing the game of life with true dexterity.
The non- apologists range far and wide
Many would have you fall before false pride
Trip on jealousy, fester in hate
There are plenty of liars lying in wait.
The self- interested will cast covert hooks of bait
But my respect for you will never wane.
Those for whom opportunity controls their loyalty
Or declare themselves too busy (it’s a matter of priorities)
Will be all too willing to ensnare your company.
But please don’t ever get infected
Because, you see
It would be the death of me.