A mindful of messages: how to condense them?
Wrap them up neatly; with a bow, and present them?
Times have changed; no body listens.
Get to cryptic; loose your position...
So, really, what's it all about?
It's about everything, and nothing:
No need to shout.
If they know the voice, with eyes to see...
The blind servant is who he'll be...
Does he cast his net far and wide?
No, he dropped it right off the side
And back on the breach they cook the catch ( sounding a bit cannibalistic!), is that a fact?
To eat the flesh, and drink from the vine, is certainly an offer, hard to define-
Does flesh and blood relieve all stress?
Everyman, under his fig tree, and under his vine...
A mindful of messages...
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Wow! full of metaphor indeed. I have often wondered about the issue of eating. We only eat other life does that make us bad. I would say no as all is a cycle and some day something will eat us where bacteria or a plant taking nourishment from our dust. It all goes round and round. A good write
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