Where once there was a feeling,
Another now takes its place.
Frightened to admit the flaws,
Which I now am forced to face.
Surely reason quenches,
Doubtful, is it ever?
What meaning is there in such a thing,
If they are not tied together?
Certainty does not exist,
Only illusion, and its charade.
Truth woven like a shadow -
Hidden behind a palisade.
Madness begets expulsion,
Expulsion springs forth questions.
Inquiry should engender facts,
But in madness it has no answers.
Don't mistake kindness for ignorance,
Or compassion for civility;
Don't mistake my bravery for recklessness,
Or my vexation, for inequity.
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Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello friends! Just another good piece of banter for you all. Ya know, gotta keep you guys on your toes. If you enjoyed, then all is well! See you around!
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A fine write Nicholas.
If it wasn't so serious a theme - Why ya posted a clip of me? heehee. It's me when I've lost Fido. Drives me insane!
That's a snippet from me book 'Meanwhile' - 1,001 Thoughts on Nuttiness!' (the book don't exist).
Damn! I was gonna buy it.
Haha, good one though.
Thanks for the visit Steve 😀
Maybe we were both co-editors of it?! 🙂
Tis easy to get the wrong end of the stick.. and lots of reasons why one might... perception is of course the interpretation of stimuli received via the senses, both past and present... enjoyed to the full.... Neville
Very well said good sir. Thank you very much for the visit!
Sentiment reciprocated to the joint co founder of the Sons of Lazarus secret society, cult, club and gang...but that's just between us three N
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Good and sound advice in your finalé here Nick - - misinterpretation has always been rife and needs exposure - - - thanks for the read.
Thank you very much, Fay. Think nothing of it!
Oh I did enjoy this one indeed I did. It reminded me of me and my unrequited soul mate, oh and pretty much my general interactions with the humans lol.
Enjoyed the song too. So thank you for sharing!
From the little bit cool Sylvia!
The little bit cool Syl, huh? More like 'lotta cool yo.
Thanks for the visit Sylvia, I appreciate it.
"The Humans" huh? haha. Story of my life!
You are far too young to have given up on the humans aren’t you?
I’m sure I was still in love with them until I was at least 30, maybe even 33. In fact I think 34 might have been the precise age I stopped my fascination with loving them.
Now I’m just being the slightly weird Sylvia! Lol
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Erm, I didn't want to be in danger of misinterpreting this poem! lol.
Good write Nicholas, we can all easil misinterpret Atkins of others.
Indeed we can. Thank you for the visit good sir!
Kindness for ignorance or weakness- isn't that the fact.
But I won't give up being kind ....
Yeah, being kind has its rewards. Thank you for the visit Suresh.
And there you have it in your own words.... 'certainty does not exist' for each of us will embroider that which we behold with our own life's experiences. My gold maybe your polished brass and yet anothers recycleable scrap.
What wonderful variety we are.
Yes indeed. Everything in this world is both the truth and a lie.
Thank you for the visit!
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