Estrangement.
Severed.
Cleaved,
past from
the
here and
now.
Flopping.
Flopping
as it
fades away.
Smaller
now.
Memory
dims.
Pain
lifts.
Ceasing
to exist.
Never
happened.
Different
future.
Shifting.
Shifting
course.
Mist parts,
a new
reality.
A different
future
forms.
Comes
Into view.
Failure.
Evolution
to a
new world.
Different
world.
No longer
encumbered.
Bright,
full of
possibility.
Severed,
never to
be seen
again.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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That New World is waiting for us all.
Andy
Let’s hope. Thank you for reading
'Different
world.
No longer
encumbered.
Bright,
full of
possibility.
Severed,'
what a wonderful dedication to a favoured word of mine
much maligned and abused, as it is..
derived from French and Latin ancestral terms for 'stranger'
as in: self defined
or allowed-to-be defined, by other's - as;
based on actions, that denote
a willingness of separation - of distancing,
in more convectional terms: preference to be
'far, from the madding crowd'...
as we subjugate ourselves
to a life cocooned within nihilism's futile hopelessness
pointedly and pointlessly, utilising wilful-solicitude's
capacity for self-neglectful detrimental: attitudes...
in short, because we harbour
such an innate capacity for 'Estrangement'
those who understand, sing loud with a knowingly wry - smile:
'There may be trouble ahead
But while there's moonlight
And music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance'
as that bequeathed wisdom
from the truly Great, 'Nat King Cole'
or in todays more direct language:
'“If you feel anxiety or depression, you are not in the present.
You are either anxiously projecting the future
or depressed and stuck in the past.
The only thing you have any control over is the present moment....'
by Tobe Hanson..
(this, blink away from lost: precious moment, right now!)
“The only thing you have any control over is the present moment....'”
Damn straight. Thank you for reading
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