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UNINSPIRED I’m uninspired – my heartbeat had stopped with dreadful, ghastly, harrowing sensation. I’m uninspired – inspiration flopped with soul’s gruesome unexpected amputation. My flame has gone put out from a hose - a flick of flame has gone without hissing. My life is done – I paid it through the nose, but still unlisted from the dead or missing. - A. (undated) ... AN AVALANCHE Today I’ve lost a friend because I needed one, so badly needed friend,- I thought I will explode. I fully opened up and told her what I’ve done and how did I feel ... in avalanche unload. She noded and occasionally laughed and I continued craving understanding. She seemed to listening me blabbed, & blabbing led me to a crash landing. We surfed an avalance on waves of space and time. I took her for a ride without hesitation,- I thought she would be safe connected by lifeline. I thought she would be thrilled to feel this new sensation. To surf an avalanche - is taking leap of faith. It was too much for her - a ride to the uncharted. To her it may have felt like flight to outer space. The honesty indeed is not for the faint hearted. My honesty was waaaay too much for her, like drinking from a hose or fire hydrant Perhaps a silence what she would prefer,- a silent resonance becoming vibrant... I thought that honesty is building trust. I thought the honesty is base of bonding. I did what I have thought I must and that by doing so I am expressing fonding... Today I’ve lost a friend because I needed one. She’s not the one to blame,- it is my own folly. I’ve learned from my mistake - the avalanche has gone. The time to celebrate ... with glass of melancholy. - A. (undated) =========== The poems ’Unispired’ and ’An Avalanche’ are mine. ... The music belongs to the respective copyright owners. #TheRollingStones #PaintItBlack #AriesEdition #OldiesGoldies
