• Lest we forget

    30. Mär. 2013, 13:28

    Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
    A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
    An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
    A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
    A way of error, a temple full of treason,
    In all effects contrary unto reason.

    A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
    Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
    A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
    As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
    A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
    A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

    A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
    A siren song, a fever of the mind,
    A maze wherein affection finds no end,
    A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
    A substance like the shadow of the sun,
    A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

    A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
    A path that leads to peril and mishap,
    A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
    An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
    A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
    A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

    Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,
    And for my faith ingratitude I find;
    And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,
    Whose course was ever contrary to kind:
    False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu!
    Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

    Sir Walter Raleigh


    This never solved anything

    There are different forms of deafness. Of these the worst is surely the deafness exercised by those without the compassion to hear the hurt they have caused in others and without the moral courage to face the consequences of their words and deeds. That form of despicably selfish deafness is akin to tyranny.


    Pseuds' Corner

    Wikipedia does not a wise man maketh. Any fool can

    Do not tell me you are wise: I will see it in your deeds, hear it in your words (or not)

    Not being able to communicate your thoughts in your own words speaks unfortunate volumes of one or the other, or even both


    Professing to be wise, they became fools
    Romans 1: 22


    Don't you just find it hilarious how those who rail and protest about the doings of others cannot themselves face their own critics?

    To deny originality is to deny yourself credibility


    Be careful of dreams....they can blind you to reality


    Subtlety, originality and imagination were never his strong suits.


    64 ≠ 52

    What is 12 years? It is a child's whole life; a full education. Easy to write off when you have years to spare; difficult to 'give away' when still in one's forties. Would I knowingly and willingly give 12 years of my future away? No, not with my passion for life.

    And for what was the truth lied about? Vanity. One who professes age to be of no import stoops to conceal his real age for nigh on a year. Oh foolish, self-deluding man! That says so much. Tanto, tanto. It is not the age that is the issue - it is the weakness of the posturing, the prolonged lack of openness, the double standard you maintained long after I had removed all barriers and laid myself open and exposed for you to see all.

    Delusional and untrustworthy from start to finish. Lies will always surface, distortions weaken as reality fights to release the truth, illusions shatter. And the inevitable result, always, is the diminishment of the value of what truth remains - for it was deemed by the owner to be unworthy of sharing at the outset.

    So continue to believe in your construct for as long as you can. It was an attractive invention. But my commiserations to those it touches. They know not what I have seen.


    Q. Now that you are all dressed up, where would you like to go?His last question to me.

    The reply he didn't stick around to see.
    All dressed up for what? A meal, yes we could manage a meal. But then what? Dancing? No, you don't dance. Conversation? No, you don't do that either, not with me. So we'll drink - ah, yes, something you do. Then the beautiful garment will be unceremoniously and unromantically removed. So many missed opportunities!

    Yes, girl, he really was that narrow. One track mind and one track action. Sex and sex only. And the action was narrow too. OK for the odd diversion now and again but not worth uprooting your life for. That last night in Keynsham was tedious in the extreme. I even had to take his hand to get some variety out of his finger action, show how to do it better. He just doesn't have passion of his own, has to feed off the energy and enthusiasm of others. He'd never met anyone as passionate and enthusiastic as me - he told me that many a time. He cried in my arms that first night, back ripped to shreds, ribs aching, so thrilled was he. But he couldn't show passion, lied and hid his impotence, couldn't tie a knot to save himself (and him a sailor too, ironically) and in the end just kept rolling out the same routines to a bored audience. It is a shame that he is past his sell by date as far as his own body is concerned, as I would have liked to have seen him when he was young enough to be able, in theory, to reciprocate the interest physically. For someone so giving as myself, his dispassion was a hindrance. I cannot always be a taker. But no use crying over un-spilt milk, eh? At least I made him think he was a good enough lover for a while.



    Woman's Hour

    Passion opens legs

    Compassion opens hearts

    (that scourge of the digital era) all well and good but variety is better