No, It's Not About Me… Or You… (That's why it's called Fiction)

The truth about Ritu versus Ashi.

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Mary and Jo Day 4

To day is the fourth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Many people talk about her, many people laughed, many people said she if thinks we believe this, she is just daft!
Her parents at first not sure that their daughter spoke the truth were most relieved when Jo turned up . Even with his odd story , he was a likeable youth.
After all the upset the tantrums and the tears everyone settled down and they all discussed their fears. The Little town of Nazareth was rife with gossips and with snipes none of them could swallow talk of angels and a virgin’s sinless life.
Time went on and Jo and Mares set up their home. Jo was a carpenter so he had loads of work Mares was a strong and gamely lass who had no mind to shirk. Eventually their friends came around to their way of thinking and accepted that the child was special , angels had visited and the couple had not just been drinking.
The months went by as they do Mares and Jo’s relationship blossomed as Mares grew. The child inside her womb was active but in no hurry to arrive, yet that would be soon. Then the letter came telling Jo he had to return to Bethlehem to pay some taxes and fill in the census no if’s or buts he had to go. When he told Mares she said, this is all we need but never mind we have the trusty steed.

Their motor scooter was their trusty steed neither build for comfort or for speed! Mares parents were worried they feared for their daughter and the babe but the letter meant they had to hurry. Mares asked Jo to sort their hotels which he did, but too well!They packed the things that they needed and with all family and friends well wishes heeded. They scooted off into the unknown followed by waves and kisses blown.

Image from Pixabay

One-Liner Wednesday

“You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.” – W. Bruce Cameron (author, A Dog’s Journey)

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday 1linerWeds

One-Liner Wednesday True

We were out walking Ruby last week and we met another dog walker. He had a lovely spaniel. He was telling us this was really his wife’s dog.

Dog walker: “She insisted on another dog, I really did want another, but a new dog is cheaper than a divorce!”

This is part of Lindaghill’s #1lineWeds.

Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

Looking at the signpost of life

Unsure which way will be right.

Will I finally find the light

Or slip further into night.

Here at the side of the road

Suffering from emotional overload.

Straining hard to see a sign

Which route could be mine.

Darkness encases my soul

Hinders my path, hides my goal

In the lonely hours of the night

It is hard to focus on anything bright.

Should I take the easy path

Remain with known home and hearth

Maybe I should spread my wings

Open my heart to higher things.

Deep inside I truly know

My way is set I must follow.

An echo of a rainbow appears

Clearing all the misted years.

The choices are still there .

Signpost clear for me to see

Follow the truth and be free.

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This is part of Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo, Thursday Photo prompt. #writephoto.

Song Lyric Sunday 4/2/18 Truth.

This week Helen Vahdati in conjunction with Simply Marquessa has set us a searching prompt for our Song Lyric Sunday. So this week’s prompt is Truth.. that’s a thorny one.

Well I have decided to go along the lines of couples in relationships that are either dead or dying and need truth and honesty!

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First up Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel. With a song about a couple who have stopped talking and settled into a regime of existing and avoiding the truth. So very sad, so very common, so very true. It’s called another day

Another Day

The kettle’s on, the sun has gone

She offers me tibetan tea on a flower tray
She’s at the door, she wants to score
She dearly needs to to say
I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds own forget me nots blow
But I just couldn’t let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had
‘Cos I’m feeling so sad
That I never had one of your children
And across the room inside a tomb
A change is waxed and wanes
The night is young why are we so hung up
In each others chains
I must make her, I must take her
While the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my winds under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first-born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear
I can’t see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us
And at the door we can’t say more
Than just another day
And without a sound I turn around
And I walk away

Lyric from Here

Next is China by Tori Amos . Very similar to the Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel song. Another couple who need to talk to each other and tell the truth. This is another very sad song. The Lyrics are in the video. China by Tori Amos

Right we have had all this sadness and unspoken truth in the two songs above. Let’s move on to something a little more hopeful a song about being honest, speaking the truth and moving on. Guess who it is by, yes indeed my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap. This song is about the end of a long term relationship that was truly dead the honesty and truth in the words are refreshing.

“Run-Time”

Sparks might fly, in no time.
It’s a delayed reaction of the third kind. (ooh)
I’m so ready for this.
Shrink-wrapped tones, I can face the music.
Stop matters bonding us way beyond
Our best by-days.

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could and all again. I’m done pretending.
Let’s quit while we’re still friends.

Making up stories that grew to be too tall,
My fortress to forget couldn’t take anymore.
You nearly watched me ruin everything, everything!
There’s a number one rule of don’t-do’s.
Well we knew it all too well.
You were supposed to be looking out for me!
Have you any idea how difficult it’s been?

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could, and all again. Let’s save ourselves a sorry ending.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Let’s stop pretending, stop pretending.
And quit while we’re still friends
[x2]

Well I was so young, misguided maybe.
But still this hands over my every pen to paper.
And this all started with a song.
Let this be our last one.
Drop, drop. Bridge, bridge!

We’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Stop pretending!
And quit while we’re still friends.

I wish you well.
I wish you well… (I wish you well, wish you well, wish you well)

Wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully. (gracefully)
Can we just not drag this out, please?
I wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully, (do it gracefully!)
Can we just not drag this out

Lyric found Here

Just to say Imogen did finish her relationship, eventually met her now husband, best friend and father to their child 💞 which goes to prove Truth is key.

One Liner Wednesday: Freddy!

I will not be a rock star, I will be a ledgend. 

Freddy Mercury. 

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Nature at Large

Nature’s might

I know I missed Earth Day  on 22nd April  but I really wanted  to share this!

I noticed a crack in the Tarmac  at  the base  of a  lampost that I pass  most days.  The  crack  grew  and then to my amazement a  mushroom appeared! Tarmac rock hard  and solid, mushroom soft , very soft.

Nature is so strong  stronger than anything man made.

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I allow you to live here

I even allow you to think you are in charge.

You have mistreated me and now for you I fear.

I should of reined you in not let you run at  large.

You  have taken all  my  gifts and squandered them

My treasures  are  not infinite, so empty now I bleed.

You  have raped me and burned my surface, caused mayhem,

I fear I cannot forever support you, listen it is your co operation I need.

 

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Listen to the message.

We need to stop  and listen to Mother Earth she is stronger than us  and if we carry on  in our selfish ways she desroy us all.

She may do it quickly and violently  or slowly quietly  just stop  supporting us. Either way  she will win  because  no matter  what  “man” thinks we are here because  she allows us to be.

 

 

NaBloPoMo: Christmas Lies Bleeding

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It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out  as it shuffles up to me near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

Nobody ever does anything for  you.. do you really believe that  crap. Do you really think its  true.

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why . Why  take it up and screw it up  , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed  to death, gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

Bleed me  cut  cut  throw me in the gutter . Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be  the biggest  martyr you can  and blame your grief on me.

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

The  adverts on the TV  show  the perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats . It is just another bloody day

All the things  that are wrong  are still there  and  they  will not  magically  go away!

Pointless

Living with emotional crippledom is hard work , yes it gets no harder. At some point you simply cannot deal with the stress and the fear anymore. You just never know what will tip them over the edge. You get so tired of coping with family “do’s” you get so tired of holding that strained smile, pretending all is well, all the while knowing it bloody well is not.

Tired of being jealous of other families who seem happy  to all appearances, my bitchy side hopes that they are as bloody miserable as I am. My kinder side praying that that their happiness, togetherness, relaxedness is real. OH! God it must be real I pray the world is not as wretched as I am, I pray all marriages are not as taught, fraught  and stretched to the limit as mine is.  crawling across glass bleeding bleeding .

It never gets any better you pray it will you beg God it will but it doesn’t . What is the point , what is the point , what have I done done that is so bloody wrong? Hopeless, pointless no hope.