Merely Unfolding


Abandon purpose
Stop worrying about things
Live your character

If Only


If only life were
More like one we envision
We do what we can

Lupus Myelitis

Ben Naga:

For life, in all its many forms.

Originally posted on Us Verses Lupus:

awarenessI walk for my mother who died much too young. My mother suffered with lupus when very little was known about lupus and the only medication available to treat lupus was Cortisone. I walk for myself. I am challenge every day to get out of bed and  do something productive.  I am fortunate that I have more good days than bad.  I walk for my brother who had drug induced lupus for many years.  I also walk for my children and for my nieces and nephews that they may never have to suffer with this debilitating disease.

It is common to those who have Lupus to also have Lupus anti-coagulation also known as APS which is Antiphospholipid antibodies. This is also one of the symptoms I battle.  I develop blood clots which can travel to my heart or lungs and cause fatal damage.  I take blood thinners and have to…

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An Old Favourite

LOOKING FOR THE RIVER by Kevin Coyne (1944-2004)

I’ve been crossing by the river in an anticipatory way
I’ve been searching for the river in an anticipatory way
But the river never came to me
But the river never came to me

Bully* tin cans and boots and things
Full of thrown away engagement rings
Thrown away by errant boys and girls
Butcher’s meat and sordid Woolworth’s pearls

I’ve been crossing by the river, looking for it, full of anticipation
I’ve been crossing by the river full of anticipatory things

Men on bicycles and passing vehicles
Wheeled-up, walled-up feelings under slime
Little houses knocked down for the roadway
Little ladies being kind to swans

Dogs and cats and fat men
Lying in the long grass
Little pacemakers on Christmas bikes

I’ve been looking for the river, anticipatory in my way
I’ve been looking, I’ve been looking, I’ve been looking, for the river
But the river is far away


* “Bully beef (Often shortened to ‘bully’): Tinned corned beef.” (



How many tiny details
In a second
In a minute
In an hour
In a day
In a week
In a month
In a year
In a decade
In a lifetime
How many tiny details



He is a pedant
A shame that he couldn’t have
Taught himself better

Passing Through


We breathe in
We breathe out
Our next breath?
Who knows?

Let us enjoy
And create
The best we may
In this passing moment

Ce qui survient

Flirtation With Denial…

Ben Naga:

Ah yes, I remember her well and played my hand without loss. (Loved Christina’s piece BTW. although the lady in question will probably never read this.)

Originally posted on ∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼:

Flirting with Denial Forbidden_fruit_by_Nataly1st

΅〜 ೋღ ღೋ     〜΅

Presumptive perception…
Hypocritical hypotheses…
She never knew…
Never cared to find truth…
Too mired in bitter disappointment…
Averting ignorance…
Blatant flirtation with denial…
Feeding self-gratification’s insistent need…

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She only cared for indulgence…
Her voracious need to be desired…
No thought to its destructive aftermath…
She doesn’t mind the cost for she thinks it’s someone else’s debt…

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Duteous devotion…
Enchantment’s spell broken…
Crystalline vision…
Truth’s dichotomy revealed in Ego’s insatiable delight…

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She seeks selfish seduction…
Unknowingly denying herself what she needs most…
True love’s healing embrace…


΅〜 ೋღ  ღೋ     〜΅

    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜


Gorgeous photo by Nataly1st ~ Deviantart

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Dare Devils


Sly peeps from a foxhole I spy
Which of you though I wonder
Is the least untrustworthy one?
Variations on you taking turns
Flash past the slits of my eyes
Each taking their best shots

Taking their own sweet time
While I too take mine slowly
Ploughing through mugshots
Of women both lost and found
Tacitly playing judge and jury
Accuser and accused alike

Oh don’t make me lie to you
Let’s drop stubborn opinions
Let me lie with you instead
See us gratefully transported
To some other place far away
Yet together here all the time


There was once a man who had a remarkable pair of spectacles, rather like Reactolite Rapides except that, like a mood ring, they changed their colour according to his feelings of the moment. When sad, all the world would appear in the colours of sadness; when fearful, in the colours of fear; when angry, in the colours of anger; when contented, in the colours of joy.

He could make no sense of these varied colourings which would not stay still. He had no success in trying to understand why the world kept changing in this way. He suspected that his spectacles might be the cause of the mystery, but every time he took them off to look at them they were, of course, completely clear.


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