May the thief in each respond: May the thief in each respond likewise and unlike the other thief that responded with scorn and contempt, scoffing and mockery.
Maybe: Some of your accolades are deserved. As long as the presenter isn't trying to talk you into something.
I don't think the bank is a good judge of character, based pn their behavior, so maybe a low bank balance is a sign of morality and good judgment nowadays. Maybe keep the awards and accolades and leave the portfolios and asset streams for weaker souls.
Sometimes what deeply bothers: Sometimes what deeply bothers us has to do with ourselves, ergo that seeking of deeper Faith. All else turn into shadows in the Light. Thanks for sharing.
How loudly this silent song: How loudly this silent song sings! Yes. And there are rooms in our lives that may be forgotten but contain so much of us and much of what we still carry and breathe in our todays. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
I always suspected that the: I always suspected that the people who arrive at ultimate truth, who carve a path through all the world's propaganda and programming, are those who are brave enough to consider that they could be wrong. This rare ability to put aside fear and pride and be open to new ideas shines bright in your inclusive, wise and teachable outlook.
It's also impressive that you avoid the temptation to make knee-jerk conclusions based on emotion.
I'm making a bold statement here, but I honestly believe that this perspective, if shared by many, could make this world a far better place.
Very enlightened guidance to grow by.
Each facet of your "Brutal: Each facet of your "Brutal Romance" (Eye-catching title. Bravo!) crackles with imagination, passion and prowess.
"My kiss is a twisted promise" Oh, yes!
"My joy is an ironic perversion" Nailed it!
"What feats of tender assassinations" Amazing!
"But I've always been
Exactly what you wanted
And never needed most" Got it! Blazing words.
It's always a pleasure to find a new post by you. I can count on being dazzled.
It's a huge honor just to: It's a huge honor just to have you stop by. Your very encouraging comment meant so much, and I enjoy reading you as well. Thank you, wonderful weaver of words, for your support.
Thank you. That and 1981's: Thank you. That and 1981's were the two most horrific autumns of my life, and they still haunt me to this day---even to still having nightmares from time to time. But thanks for reading and commenting.
With the falling of the: With the falling of the leaves comes that feeling of connections, not so much intimacy but its infrastructure breaking apart and landing where proximity won't allow. The separate paths thus continuing on in the succeeding cycles of being, another Spring but the same old feeling. Too poignant to describe. Thanks for having shared.