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Disappointments over missed appointments

Please give an ointment

Not anointment

Don’t worry about time.

It has nothing better to do than constantly watch over us.

It has always been

Everytime my being has been drawn towards the shadows

And I’ve tried to express it

Its always been, “look at the positive”, “but there was so much hope wrapped up in what you said, let’s go back to that”

Now I see what’s happening

All you guys tried to inject me with heroin all these decades.

I’ve tried to dig down into the depths of darkness all these decades, and now I see that it was to retrieve the infinite blinding light.

All you guys with your dimly lit candle wicks tried to make me come to your light

And I always believed you

Now i see

Now i sense as you attempt to strike the heroin syringe into my thigh

I feel a scratch and i ask you,

What was that, you just tried to inject me with heroin, didn’t you?

No it was just my keys, look here, they scratched you

Do not lie! What in your other hand?

See there’s the syringe, I knew it!

But you guys are me and I am you guys.

Now i wont rip your head off when i catch you, i see it as a shared will and now i will observe and attentively watch the interaction as it unfolds and develops, I will catch the truth and bring it back not with a sense of rage towards an injustice but with a ninja like reaction which intercepts your action and turns it around on its head, with minimal energy expelled. Rather on an intellectual level than emotional and visceral, it’s corrected and both riders of the 8 horse carriage are aligned to win the Mahabharat

Quite soon I shall be blowing fire balls out of my mouth,

Exclaiming Yoga Fire!

Now I focus all my energies on filling my foundations.

All those trenches.

I dug with relentless effort.

So deep.

No wonder I’ve not seen daylight

Or lived

Or loved

I’ve been consumed

Now I source concrete

And sand

And other aggregates to mix together

With which to fill those trenches

To form

The most

Firm foundations.

I wonder why people are so obsessed with telling each other to have a great the weekend every Friday, in this country

Hey, have a great weekend, wont you!

Where does the week start and where does it end?

Well it seems that there are two options for this. By your choosing, the week can begin on the Sunday or Monday.

What is it about Saturday and Sunday that could be greater than any of the other days of the week?

What if you work in a job on the weekend, meaning you get a day or two off in the week? Then you’re kind of damned

Well, what about having a great week?
Or a month or a year, even a decade
or how about a lifetime?

Let’s play with the denominations of time.

In a world of good and bad,

Tall and short.

What is wright and what is rong?

You truly are a star

Last night I noticed that

There was one missing in the sky.

I’ve either got to gather a thousand light bulbs
Wire them all together
Find a way of powering them
And keep them all on, all of the time

Or

I embrace the darkness

A thousand teachers have reams of knowlegde
A hundred also have the passion to match
Ten, further, have as much patience
The one who possesses all of this and even more, humility.

Show me that one.

See. Look with refined eyes
That one so small
Wave him forth

Hear. Listen with matured ears
That one so quiet
Call her near

That one passed through the eye of the needle
So finely threaded
Fabric
Weaved with such care and devotion, even the gods daren’t wear.

I wonder why we are so concerned with what happens to us after we die?

What if we were to have the same concern towards what happens while we are still alive? And be obsessed with that.

Maybe here, already, we are faced with such a slow death and therefore choose not to live it anywhere near as much as it calls to be lived.

You are a gem;
Your worth has no end.

I possess a mirror.
The most pristine
And finely polished.

That, if ever we meet,
I will show you.

Tonight,
Sleep,
You are being sent a grand invitation

For your formal attendance in joining us on this joyous occasion of nightfall.
Your presence is being duly awaited.
Rsvp by returning this card in the stamped envlope by no later than midnight today.
Yours truly,
The sleepless dreamer.

There was a time
When no one would come to visit,
But you alone were always there.
Through the days and through the nights.
From beginning until end
Thank you for coming to stay with me, Sadness, my dear friend

Sadness my dear friend
You have come to visit me once again

Please know you are always welcome here
Be sat on this softest seat
Please tell me the reason for your visit
For you always have something of great importance to share with me
And I know I used to ignore you, shut you out, drug you up, I even tried to kill you, and several times at that.
I am truly sorry for the error of my ways
Now I am a lot smarter and am learning to treat you as no less than my equal

So
You can stay a day
You can stay a year
You can even stay a whole lifetime

You are free to come and go just as you please.

My greatest endeavour is to win your trust and show you that there is no greater friend than I

Sadness, my dear friend
You are most welcome here
Once again.

I shattered into a hundred shards of glass
I then further broke into a thousand smaller pieces
I was then pulverised into fine powder and became glass silica

Now, completely broken and formless

I surrender myself over to the Great glass blower

To breathe life and form and once again begin anew

Once more,

I shattered into a hundred shards of glass…

Speak in a negative parlance
Scruffed up pigeons seen roam in the garden
Cold wind blows through holes in your garnents
Dead black roses worn as a garland

As the night grows the more heart hardens
Dark enfolds all light like it’s ardent
Horse giddy up better hurry down the slalom

I think I’ve been given the wrong advice
I’ve been told I was worthless all my life
I’ve only ever managed to sing in the bathroom twice
But stopped in embarrassment as I felt it didn’t sound very nice