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as your wish is my command
it’s really relentless
Red-eyed and deadened heart
endless regret and emptiness
my time with you was divinity defined
oh for the past: our perfect partnership
resting on one another after amore
searching each other’s open books
everything was to look forward to
way, ‘way’ beyond belief
6 I look but I don’t see
I hear but don’t listen
I’ve never felt these deprivations
I have never known such emotions
I touch but I don’t feel
I eat but it’s tasteless
I’m literally not functioning
I am but a dead human walking
I breathe scentless flowers
I yearn to sense your soul
I’d give everything to be with you
I would do anything to be yours 9
according to some.
I’ve not ever really know where to stand on this vexed issue. I know resentment burns one up on the inside and I know that holding grudges–harbouring feelings of having been unjustly wronged for too long–can corrode the innards of one’s soul, dampen any moment of merriness and darken any happiness. Yet, it is well known and regularly said that forgiveness is freedom and moving on without making retribution is liberation. That it may be, I just don’t know. I’m a full-on Jackel and Hyde, a bit of a bonny and a bit of clyde. I’m, you know, split within but i’m also maybe not really in a position to judge. Or am I? because nowadays i’m my very own private echo chamber (technically I ain’t, but he knows and I know that I fucking well actually am – one could have a thousand and one suitors but if he ain’t amongst the parliament of bees, it is little more than a hollow chamber pot). I know the desirous attractiveness of planing revenge, I know torturous torment, i know the feeling resulting from being labelled B. S.–i’d sooner roast in a Brazen Bull than let that one lie; I’d rather the thumbscrews be turned forcefully anticlockwise (mix in too, for poetic effect, some under the nail bamboo splits); i’d prefer the cat’s tails lash whilst spreadeagled and stretched over a rack-like horse of harshly sawn Sussex oak–I’ve read the hallowed words: there ain’t no wrath like that of a lady wronged, well yeah that be me. I’m stranded here and your there and yeah I know – i do know – you are fucked too but: Clean break huh? What the fuck’s that all about? Together forever? Two hearts beating as one? Soul-fucking-mates? You’re having a fucking larf darling, a full-on delusional & demonically demented laugh.
“her days were spent dallying with her inamorato.”
My swain he did swoon
Loopy’s the ship’s loon
cock-swing née ‘coxswain.’
“we’ll dither and dally and together go fully doolally.”
So in the canon that I know, we’ve two diametrically opposing stances (set out for your perusal below, in Items 1 & 2), and yep for sure I get the notion that one chooses one’s horse depending on the course the hay-fed old nag’s gunna havta trot and canter along but come the fuck on: ain’t this the case of sitting one’s big fat derrière on the fence par excellence? I am a vegan pacifist wit large, but when it is downright up close and personal well ain’t that Italian thing called “vendetta” quite something stellar and spectacular? Just saying, because, well maybe, in practice it’s every so very base and entirely abhorrent.
Turn the other cheek
An eye for an eye
Copy & Paste, ha ha ha.
3,500 years ago, King Hammurabi of Babylon compiled a series of commands regarding the day-to-day life of the citizens of ancient Iraq at that time. These commands, which dealt with topics from divorce to contracts to murder, were preserved on a diorite stela, binding future Babylonian kings to Hammurabi’s new code of law. this stone (shown below video) is on show in Paris at the Louvre Museum. And guess what? One of the 282 laws did say: an eye for an eye and The Life of Pi.
Love ain’t for the meek and that I’ll state to be a Category One CLASS FACT.
The remains of the day…
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth steal away,
Death’s second self, which seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
— William Shakespeare
The juice of ((it)) on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league
^ ((it)) being a magical flower,’Cupid’s Flower,’ referenced in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Usage of such a potion is not my style; they need to actually want me, forced love is fucking false love. And the ‘make or man or woman’ bit is odd ain’t it, but that is what was wrote (supposedly so).
In this regard, the context of fairytale, see: Charles Perrault
As lonely as a fucking one-trick pony; yeah this is me now, this has been me since my well deserved abandonment; I did not show the appreciation that I should have; I didn’t know how to show true love to my priceless Gulf pearl…
from Yeats by way of me 2 U
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— W. B. Yeats
&, here’s another. This is not about love though. For me, it’s somehow about being (stuck) on the shoulders of giants which is, I’d say, a mixed blessing; a double-edged sword (good for scientific advancement but an impediment to artistic originality — deference… ‘gratitude’… reverence… dependency… &c.):
What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
— W. B. Yeats
Tied to an Oak and Ghaf rack I abear,
whenever weren’t love a thing to revere?
It’s the heart of every sordid affair;
was mine dashed by the whim of an Emir?
We’d heaven ’til reality’s ensnare,
there’s no fate worse than this heartfelt despair.
Lost love lacerates, I hereby declare;
you’re the sand’s one jewel, this I’ll not forswear.
Stretched to the edge of reason I clamour,
my heart begs you to hear its enamour.
My words aren’t read yet I shall enedevour,
for with lost love I’ve just them and velour.
Damn these feeble rhyming lines, I’m too blue;
I dream of your neck and love-biting you.
a thing that has disadvantages as well as advantages. — “Declaring the word love so late in their relationship was, with the benefit of objective and dispassionate hindsight, very much a mixed blessing…”
a double-edged sword
a situation or course of action having both positive and negative effects. — “Talking candidly about their darker thoughts was a double-edged sword in, oh so many bittersweet goddamned ways.”
— [ P. A. S. ] —
*** Oh, here is London
“Home of the brash, outrageous and free”
You are repressed
But you’re remarkably dressed
Is it real?
And you’re always busy…
…Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I’ve got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me…
…Or, it could save my life.
n.b. This ain’t me, she’s not Anna Bidoonism!
for the way I behaved with you
More than words can express
More than ever ever before
I so sincerely apologise
I do so regret my wrongs
To think that our past times are now dark in your mind cuts me into 1,001 pieces
Heaven became Hell
Paradise turned to Purgatory
Luscious Light > Moonless Night.