CasperThese strange two days,

Death’s complex maze,

Head sad and in a daze,

For one who used to graze.


D is for

D is forI know it sounds bad to “Dump someone”, but sometimes self preservation insists!

Other people’s words are actually nothing to do with us and it’s actually all about them.  It’s their perceptions, what’s going on with them, how they are conducting their life and they might need help with this, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to do it!

If there’s a choice of who to share OUR life with, and if someone gives us the gift of them speaking their mind or in other ways show us into their world towards us and it’s all negative, driving us crazy and making our life a misery, then making a sound choice (based on that track record) means backing off.  Note however:  If there’s a possibility of physically abuse, you will need help to leave safely and to stay safe once you have left.Same thing playingI get the feeling, that to stay in a relationship out of choice with a D track record towards you is to enable them to do the same thing over and over.  They might become more of a [Bexy turned the air blue and went all EXPLETIVES] and they might think it’s okay to be [BEXY made the air turn blue again with EXPLETIVES].

An average life span is not that long and surely living it as an enabler to a [EXPLETIVE] is a pretty crappy existence, right? and So please beloved, don’t waste your time left on this beautiful planet, but have some compassion and kindness unto your sweet self as an Equal with others!

Beloved [EXPLETIVE] be warned, if you know your being [EXPLETIVE] do something about your perceptions, question your thinking, get help, speak gratitude, get a new attitude, because if you piss people off enough, they might piss off and stay that way.

Dead Nettle Sonnet

It was like making one of my poems, but with a few more complications added for good measure.  Here’s my sonnet to a dead nettle:

NettleA name worn down as annoyance and held to anger;

This by that name’s hypodermic glances,

Some in far~off~lands a toucher’s death;

Viewed as common yet Lamium purpureum;

Waste grounds and grassy banks your peaceful bed;

Where peacocks kiss and dance with joyousness;

Spring new and tender your flavoured cousins,

In contrast no soupçon of fierceness picked;

Heart shaped leaves makes no silky sewn cloth;

‘ALLO’ weaves when no sting remains, but you never;

Medicine to make well some other types declare,

But just your secrets beauty makes happy well;

Fairy shoes bring joy yet hide beneath petals neat;

Estimate with none “Dead” Nettle, please stay and live!


Note:  Dead Nettles are not actually nettles Urtica dioica that are dead, but a different kind of nettle with the species name Lamium purpureum.

Crack pots

Crack potsSo, the story I just heard goes a bit like this: Someone carries water home each day.  One bucket has a crack and the other’s perfect.  The perfect one always delivered 100% while the other only half full at the end of the long walk.  For years this goes on, each time the person arrivs home, with one full and one half full bucket of water.

Of course, the perfect one being proud of its accomplishments. Yet the poor cracked one was ashamed of its imperfection and totally miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the person “I’m ashamed of myself, because my crack causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”

The person smiled “Did you notice that there’re flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other side? That’s because I’ve always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you’ve watered them. For years I’ve been able to pick beautiful flowers to decorate my kitchen window. Without you being just the way you are, there wouldn’t be this beauty to grace my home”.

Each of us has our own unique flaw, some of the cracks and flaws make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.  So, to all of my beautiful, wonderful crackpot friends, have a great day beloved and remember to enjoy the flowers on your side of the path and be happy. 🙂