Saturday, July 2, 2016

GRAMMAR PUNK...



THE ELLIPSES
“Here comes the bus, lay down.” I was told.
Someday someone will surprise me.

“I’d rather see you dead” she said to me.
Little did she know she already is.

“Don’t touch that third rail” I said.
Then the lightning struck me.

Time to travel, move, walk about,
pass on, get the fuck out.
Living in the hurricanes eye for this long
has made me passive with a fist.
Move or die, words repeated in every war
ranged from bedrooms to boardrooms.
Jesus saved me, Shiva on the other hand…

© M Durfee
7.1. 2016

13 comments:

  1. Move or die. Sometimes, move and die. No simple solution.

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    1. Charles, if life is a firefight I will that men be more judicious when they move but eventually they must move. It's all in the knowing how to stand.

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  2. I hope I'm still moving when I die!

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    1. Jeff I am certain that even if you had no arms or legs, you would still find some propulsion that keeps you going. Movement is a strong habit within your core.

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  3. Shiva's just not so gentle in the saving department.

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    1. So I have been led to believe Alice. Krishna may ease the destruction but I doubt Brahma would intervene.

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    2. Yep. Probably not. That pretty much leaves just Jesus if you're looking for saving.

      I would LOVE to do Fiction Friday 55, but have no confidence that anyone would join me. We seem to have scattered to the four winds.

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  4. Me have lived in da hurricane's eye for sum time now, 3 years 2 b exact ... and I rather like it, meowpoppa ... smiles ... Love, cat

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    1. Meowmomma the beauty of a metaphor is that it can dissipate before the backside winds hit.

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  5. Is the hurricane all the worse from global warming - political hot air?

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    1. Hurricanes always feed off hot air Calvin, it seems that the world is experiencing an abundance of it from every butthurt class or group who refuse a consensus. But then, although hurricanes and typhoons are deadly causing great damage they do eventually cause us to turn to the problem.

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  6. Living in the hurricane's eye, that seems dangerously safe... I guess we are living just like that, and we're probably lucky.

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    1. Lucky is relative to position I guess Vesper. Eventually though the winds of time pick up and move faster than we can outrun them.

      *meh* I have come to a point where if I get caught in a wind not of my own making I will do all I can to adapt somehow and when I fail to adapt I will die. I have life today and am living it as I choose.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...