The rioters and I. we go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
but we want the same things peace,calm and love .
The rioters and I ,we agree that the old ways are wrong and no longer fit. They want to smash, break and burn. Me a hater of violence does not want the old ways turned into martyrs but into lessons on how not to from history.
The rioters and I we agree that we are of one spiecies. We have diferent ways and diferent backgrounds. But one day we will find one calm, one love and one peace. where we can all live in peace as one down this imperturbable street.
The street will never be the same ,only better I hope! No more the rioters and I just love and peace.
when the old ways are no more, relegated into history.
written for the dverse prose prompt using
FOLLY
Are my words just folly Do they bring joy The way Mussenden temple brought joy to Fredrick Augustus and Frideswide Bruce One day i may leave a verse that matches the folly on the cliffs edge but for now this post i leave you hoping they are not my last words
ALL HALLOWS
#DVERSE # halloween haibun All hallows eve during plague season Black death rises during blue moon Media Out to hunt us all Their pumpkin minions are out No costumed children to keep them at bay Being paid in the sweet treats To protect us from the pumpkin minions. Even skull projected sign cannot call the … Continue reading ALL HALLOWS
MURDER
Murder of crows over head hunting hunting hunting for the roast the gray sky above against the many black wings the noise of many defening. Hi overhead they call Wanting to sleep Waiting to blacken the morning sky
CHAPTER 1. Loomings
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
