I’m sorry but
those pathetic terrorist
in Munich
A bunch of wankers
Incompetent tossers
Even I
Without proper training
Would be able to kill
MORE THAN SIX PEOPLE
having three shotguns and numerous pistols
I mean if you are serious about killing
WTF
were you thinking
You are not serious
You are seriously lacking in the brains area
You probably not on tumblr either
So I’ll end my rant
Here
Arrogant colleagues / weak leadership / poor management / lack of responsibilities / suboptimal development process / hierarchical / a flock of headless chickens / unable to breathe / unable to commit / non-inclusive
#Just some of the reason I leave you behind
(how does layout impact perception ? )
#1 in my usual style
paint me
your dreams
on rugged canvas
let broken light cross
unwanted patterns of angst
relinquish your thoughts
succumb to heart beat
for guidance
consciously
dreaming
in colours
of love
#2 compressed with reading guidance
paint me your dreams / on rugged canvas / let broken light cross / unwanted patterns of angst / relinquish your thoughts / succumb to heart beat for guidance /consciously dreaming in colours of love
#3 word stacking
paint me your dreams on rugged canvas let broken light cross unwanted patterns of angst relinquish your thoughts succumb to heart beat for guidance consciously dreaming in colours of love
Did either of these stand out as being better?
They found him in the bedroom
The fan was still on although the heat wave was long gone
The bed was tidy, the curtains drawn.
The paintings on the walls hung neatly, straight and aligned
Red appeared to be the theme, abstract art mainly, though a framed painting of a woman in a red dress hung next to the bed. It was signed LT.
Next to the body was a phone, a modern smart phone.
I was not locked.
The dismissal of the screen saver revealed one running app, Tumblr
Text was being entered; a story never finished
A final message to the world
Never spoken
Never heard
“Sir, should I post it?”
“Does the world want to know?”
“Probably…”
“Then go ahead…”
She pressed POST and the world
came to
an end.
I tried
I really did
Three months
Daily
Not just nine to five
I did
More than was asked of me
But now the patience
Has run dry
There is Darkness is my heart
The fire extinguished
I’m flat
I give up
I resign
.
.
.
Prompted by a @thatrandomprompt prompt: capitulate
(I just wished this was fiction)
In rooms lit by fire
lonely shadows play the flute
at midpoint a cauldron beckons
stiring slowly
Lady Death awaits
“Please proceed, use caution. the energies are alive tonight, bring the dagger forward, then begone you foolish cow!”
The Lady chants,
the words unspoken
the calling of the wild
commence
With full moon rising
the unborn soldier
shapeless in the cauldron rests
“Come to me, I welcome thee, my soldier, and my extacy”
The Lady cuts her palm in half
a little drop of blood revealed
silence… fire… blood…
Silence. Fire. Blood.
SILENCE – FIRE – BLOOD
In a room lit by fire
lonely shadows play the flute
at midpoint a cauldron beckons
stiring slowly
Lady Death awaits
Very, very cool. Great piece @circle-no-10
Thank you 🙂
In rooms lit by fire
lonely shadows play the flute
at midpoint a cauldron beckons
stiring slowly
Lady Death awaits
“Please proceed, use caution. the energies are alive tonight, bring the dagger forward, then begone you foolish cow!”
The Lady chants,
the words unspoken
the calling of the wild
commence
With full moon rising
the unborn soldier
shapeless in the cauldron rests
“Come to me, I welcome thee, my soldier, and my extacy”
The Lady cuts her palm in half
a little drop of blood revealed
silence… fire… blood…
Silence. Fire. Blood.
SILENCE – FIRE – BLOOD
In a room lit by fire
lonely shadows play the flute
at midpoint a cauldron beckons
stiring slowly
Lady Death awaits
I’m boring in real life but seem to be an interesting person online and that’s only because I seem to have a way with writing my thoughts. So what does that make me? A boring person or interesting? Which life matters?
The view or definition that you are “boring” is likely made up by yourself at some point in time at it stuck. I doubt that the people around you is constantly reaffirming that “truth”. In the online world you are sharing parts of you which you might not otherwise share, with people who are interested in what you are sharing. Match! Neither of these views will ever fully define you as to define you will take a lifetime for an infinite number of of people and they would still get you wrong. All parts of your life matter, reflect on them regularly then open the door and live the life You want.
These are just words
Stacked by me
Dissected by You
These are just words
The output from an interrupt driven process
To form the input to multifaceted minds
where unknown contexts roam
Ergo I ask
How can this make any sense at all?
These are just words
Letters hugging letters
Spacings in between
Lacking the context
and clarity of
The Dream
Read this line again
and again
Did you notice the difference
how the words in your head
sounded foreign
the accent not quite right
unexpected
as if I was writing in
my second language
wanna know a secret?
I was
I’m not from around here
I hail from ProcrastiNation
