Shot dead, a crushed head.
Squashed flat falling off a mountain
Drinking poison
Hung or strangled, mangled in a car crash
Gone in a flash, burnt to ash and cinder
Drowning in a river, Lost to hypothermia.
Frozen with fear in the face of oncoming danger.
Done in by a stranger or a psycho off tinder.
Falling off furniture stacked as a ladder.
Torture
Electrocution or decapitation in a freak accident. Slowly, from exposure to hazardous matter, a heart attack or cancer.
Fatal flaws to a future, remote possibilities drawing near.
No fear, there are other threats closer to home or out on the road. Bold steps I will wish I never took. "Leap don't look! "
Hope to make a difference, being a lift in someone else's experience, a selfless event.
Hope to learn, to find one rare gem of wisdom that expands your horizon and changes your future skyline.
Taking part in something, serving a role or purpose that makes you feel wanted, in some way special. Even if it's only one moment in time or an illusion that holds hope of someday being real.
The delicious urgency of ice cream melting in a sun blown wind.
Feeling the thrill of danger and the flow of peak adventure. Befriending a stranger for no other reason than sharing a beer.
There's more beer.
For all the mysteries that remain and all the unknowns washed up on waves of the future.
Screaming feeling the rain lash your skin or otherwise vitalised by an immersion in phenomenal nature.
A mesmerising fire mirroring your own burning desire.
Having the confidence to love, not that cheap stuff pumped out in the first rush of youth or ignorance of beauty. Tender intimacy that never withers old yet forever grows.
To fix faults as they're found not working abreast or, tiptoeing around problems you probably posted from a past address.
Friendship, nothing more or nothing less.
Excess. Pleasure taken to extremes, fished from the turbulent waters of life, like dreams that call you back to bed.
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In a 'meanwhile' moment of madness - Oohh, I tried all those; I didn't feel very well after them!' Doh!
A jolly write there RDS. Oops!
I'm more concerned about them motorised wheelchairs on the PATH, than getting run over by a car on the ROAD. They come straight at ya at 100mph it seems!
Thanks orchidee. It's a difficult sketch to categorize. I quite like the frogger-like nature of social spaces. Forced to stay on your toes, like a boxer on the hop trying to stay off the ropes. Searching for the path of least disturbance and assessing which strangers will yield or offer the least resistance. Or an exercise in patience and grace if you can realise some kind of harmony in everything.
A mélange of combined ways my friend of saying a last goodbye to this life and versed with style as the twist in its tail-end raises a smile at how often this read has done just that - - leapt without looking.......... another inspiring read RDS.
Thanks Fay, it could be thought a kind of shock therapy ode. You have it in the "... last goodbye..." it perhaps gives a glimpse of the entire mess that loved ones are left not any kind of life made.
J
For a little more background on the inspiration for this philosophy. Have a look here https://www.keswick.org/explore/history-culture/millican-dalton
Giving you more information about the man who carved the epitath "don't waste words jump to conclusions" on his cave wall.
Any decent poet wastes good words for the decadence of always finding more so I rephrased the sentiment.
J
Having now read these words through three times back on back, I maybe feel more alive than I did yesterday ..
You and me my friend. Yesterday's news grows to be tomorrow's questions, thoughts amended in live feed broadcasts...breakthrough ideas that close doors and open others.
Stay creative.
J
You too sir ............
Neville
Fantastic comment Nev.. My chest actually hurt from the laughter... I can't wait for another go...
You can open my door anytime Rds.... I've had the best morning!!
Poetic laughed from spirits here after, thanks without end!
................................. breathe slow until ya made a full recovery then just put ya head down and go for it ......
The poignant effect is not holding a door open to pain. Shutting it up once and for all. I left 20 ways open-ended for more options to be added. A taunt to suicidal thoughts, which also leave some unspeakablly horrific ends that are too tough to imagine or think of sharing. A flood already in the hundreds.
I think 20 ways has kept me alive but 20 hopes is a new verse about reaching out and holding on to golden moments, wanting more than future torment.
Poetry is my therapy because professional therapy is a broken wheel they try and fix rather than a path to mend.
Stay alive to it all my friends. Nothing lasts forever and even enduring pain is a brief moment that will pass. Love the life you have.
J
Goosebumps bumps again and from some who has had suicidal thoughts from a teen and now even lost friends to it over the years, I honestly can't v thank you truthful genuine opened vibrational spirit.. You must of had some experience, to gain the wisdom to calm my animal brain 😉
Hope you catch today's post as I wish to pass on that higher vibrational ripple!
Finally "feel" greatful for all I have got, it's like electric can't wait for this week's job & beyond!!
I'm going to save the world, one mutt at a time lol
Haha your enthusiasm is infectious Dan. I'm involved with some more technical writing today, not sure if I will get one done today. Its been touch and go over the years but small steps of change suddenly grow to be a whole world of difference, new possibilities and the security of where we're coming from.
Do let the dogs out!
Let them run like an overheated imagination my friend!
J
2pac would be proud! I'm going to have another few goes because I know each time music starts to evolve...
I could say more but your words is like to divulge, you definitely know you are a poetic soul!
Thanks for joining and an absolute pleasure my friend..
In your words
Stay creative!
Much peace and respect
Thanks for your comments Poetic Dan, nice to be here amongst other creative souls. Yes poet is my only identifier I shed my professional skin, rose above the chattering and bird brained twittering that tears down instead of building.
I still work but because I'm needed not because it satisfies some meaningful need in myself.
Yes a poet for the love of it
Thanks for dropping by to read and keep the flow going bud.
J
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