Precisely As it Did Not Happen
Although as yet
the following
information is not
a true, or likewise
factual account
of events
that have already
happened ..
Since they have
only happened
so far, In my head ..
If by any chance
I do not make it
out of here alive ..
Then please
accept my apology
write here and now
and this true
confession of mine
as indeed, its read ..
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Confessions lead to a release and the power to move on life Neville, keep moving on as this life is wonderful.
Andy
I have no secrets, I'm all laid bare .. but I shall keep on moving on becuz .. I like it here & there 🙂
Get out of my head! Fantastic word play
sometimes my pen runs away with my imagination ....... cheers Dan 🙂
I 'confess' it's a good write N.
and that's before I started to pile on the pressure folks ............... 🐭🐹🦦
I don't think any of us are getting out of here alive but I think thats what you meant....I love the word play! C
you know what .. you just might be write C .. 🙂
Right on the button this piece of summing up action Nev. - - - Events in the head can soon become a scary reality - and fair to say that staying alive is vital for any lasting confession - - glad you 're still here though amigo........x
........................................................ Cheers dear Lady F ... x
Cooeee! Did it happen yet? Whatever it was. lol.
I get lost in some cryptic poems, then usually spout some rubbish. No change there then from me. lol.
You are getting a bad reputation around these parts, orchi - tread with care.....
Well who'd have thought ?.............................. I cannot but agree and not better Sir Orchi's, in this case astute, summation of your current situation, N...
Ah' but it would seem he had two cracks of the whip sir D .. 🙈🙉🙊🦘🦘 x
Oh he ofttimes has more than one, best to ignore his minor eccentricities.... You couldn't count the number of times I've attempted to dispose of that hound of his.
'When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;'
(yeah Hyung, in my feeble eyes
Keats is the level I compare
your poetry to
only
you choose to word it more
accessible
and that is a most admirable
mastery of eloquence)
thank you!
Blimey .. now ya gone and made me come over all unnecessary again & again sir ...... cheers Mek
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