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The taste of iron on the tongue,

like bloody words

Self-lacerate the mind

 

What price this damned and damaged psyche?

Less Id than ig:

Ignored.  Ignorant. Ignoble.

Ignominy

These sordid thoughts and filthy sheets

and Half arsed dreams…

 

What am I scared of?

Losing

Falling apart at the seams

Dying alone

All the usual things.

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Hope seeps back into the world
Like the first light of dawn
And life is bathed in a new light; glowing
Golden, tangential, like the evening sun

Spring has sprung me from my gloomy cell
That which seemed dead, resurrects,
And proves itself eternal.
Possibility abounds.

“Its become much harder to turn a profit since the apocalypse”, Terry moans into his pint in the pub on a friday night.

“You’re right”, agrees Billy. “What with the cost of Zombie attack prevention and weekly radiation checks… Its just becoming almost impossible to sustain economic growth in the current climate”

“You know, i’ve been wondering about that” muses Bob, looking slightly quizzical. “I mean, why should we all be such slaves to the economy, anyway? Its not like money on its own ever made anyone happy. And why this constant demand for growth, anyway? Shouldn’t we aim for stability instead? Its almost like we think economic health is more important than our own wellbeing, isn’t it? I mean, surely that’s not right?”

Terry and Billy exchange glances. Then Terry pulls a pistol from his inside jacket pocket and shoots Bob right between the eyes. “Never even saw the bite marks”, he mutters.

“Time, gentlemen, please” announces Death, looking slightly incongruous as he stoops to get through the doorway without dismounting.

On my way to work today,
A falling leaf hit me on the head.
“Ow!” I said.
“Sorry” said the leaf.

The first. seventeen. days. were…
unspeakable.
Dirt.
and Dark.
And nothing to wait for but the end.

And then came contact, from the world
beyond
And then came promise
of a rescue foretold.

And then came hope. And it transformed our world.

A pheonix rising.
An offer, to put our trust in
Our whole self in, to swallow us whole and deliver us home,
and deliver us all, to this other world where the light is bright and blinding.

This prison has become a mere waiting room.
And we are travelling, in turn, from darkness into light, and what might await us as we emerge?

The harried office worker stops off at the shop for a loaf of bread. Tomorrow, his five year old will make the World’s Greatest Sandwich from its 5th and 6th AND 7th and 8th slices (it has to be at least a triple decker to be the Greatest!) Its enormous, and the bread is broken as little Tommy tears the monster sarnie into chunks a little more more manageable for a five year old mouth…

The Baker nods in satisfaction as she sees the dough rising in the furnace of the oven, and the smell is wonderful, but this place is so, so hot…

The flour is ground, and ground, and ground right down, until you think there’s nothing left, and what use is this mere dust?

The Farmer celebrates the culmination of Winter’s long labours, and the satisfaction of a job well done…

The wheat sways in the breeze that plays over these sun dappled field, the bird-song drowned out by the sound of a combine…

A seed falls to the ground, and dies.

I am tired and i am broken and i do not want to let the light in

so block up existing openings and seal all junctions to ensure air-tightness and make good to match existing.

This property is under new ownership and we have been instructed by our client to breathe new life into this dusty, dirty habitation.

So form new openings in existing walls, decorate throughout and make good to match future hope.