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Fly Fishing


Some interactions
End up being exposed as
No more than fishing

Coupling And Decoupling


Power she had in mind, in body too
He also had his power, duly exerted
And weaknesses (carefully disguised)

They once so hip, but now replaced
Following their gradual disrobement
As together all’s well that ends well

Subliminal Messages

An interesting article whidh includes two short videos and a full-length documentary, Programming The Nation. “that offers a full history behind subliminal message. In the film, Warrick examines if subliminal messaging and other subconscious techniques have conditioned the United States public to become one of the highest consuming nations in the world, accounting for about 25 percent use of the worlds natural resources even though its populace makes up less than 5 percent of the global population.”

Filmmaker Reveals The Truth About Subliminal Messages

Love Letters


Two souls incarnate corresponding
By carefully constructed billets doux

(Words: two-faced, don’t you know)

A torrent bursting its irksome banks
Cleaves bare the dismembered heart
Same time constructing barricades
Sturdy barriers hastily constructed

Recipient digests, reflects, ponders
So? Mere high-handed dissemblance
Or else simply a crass legerdemain?

Do either really know the outcome?

The last laugh’s for the onlooker

The Moth


As a very young child
She found moths disquieting
Passing themselves off as butterflies
Who simply preferred dark colours
But really being no more than insects
Not proper butterflies at all
No beautiful colours to disguise
Just bugs with wings, disgusting

Her wings too are dark
So not many see her
As she moves among them
Timidly, hiding her colours
She lives in earthbound withdrawal
Here in the whispering shadows
Flies only while everyone is asleep
Hoping not to be discovered

She fears she would disgust them
If they got even a glimpse
They’d turn and run away
Because her wings are so dark
No, not many ever see her fly
Nor the way the wind, tender-hearted
Caresses her wings as she roams the night
Delicate as a leaf on the breeze

Not many see how she plays with the air
Nor how it teases her in it’s turn
Or how the flowers invite her
To alight a moment on their petals
She is simply an insect, yes
But with so many bright colours to share
And she loves to fly too through the night
Even though her wings may be dark

And the others are insects too
But not all of them are the flying kind

Here is another inspiration from Miss Audrey and IN WONDERLAND. Do read the comments there to get the full history.

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