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Author Jensen Reed

Harmonious Hate

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the overwhelm

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Damn

WILD FLOWER HUNTRESS

It’s hundreds and thousands of moments of teeth grinding endurance

While franticly patching together mismatched scraps of living,

And stitching them tight together by a thin but unbreakable thread of thanks…

It’s the scream-from-a-mountain-top kind of explosion of loving

While scrambling against floods of impatience as they rip new courses,

Defying containment by long established, stable river beds…

It’s a dirty, bloody, stressful, damp and shitty onslaught

By a hungry, gorgeous and guiltless army of your own creation…

It’s a terrible blessing, a wondrous curse, this honour, this duty, life’s ultimate challenge

And a chance to look into the living face of God and know divinity as manifest within

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winner, winner

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Love this

WILD FLOWER HUNTRESS

A wise man once told me
To visualise money
As fried chicken dinners
“To keep things in perspective”

And then when I thought
Of how much chicken I’d bought
I wondered how many chicken dinners
Does one person NEED?

So I did some mathematics
And I came to equating
That the average consumer
Needs

Six-thousand-two-hundred-and-forty

Based on two chicken dinners
Every week

And face it you’d be lucky to get through that lot without getting, you know, sick of it…

From the time one is sixteen
And earning some money
Or at least bloody well should be
If they want to “go anywhere in life”

Until the time one is seventy six
Though you probably won’t get there
If you eat two fried chicken dinners
Every week

So I skimmed down my summing
To six thousand even
Cos I couldn’t be bothered
With starting again

And then I visualised deeply

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Down, Down

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A series of misguided emotions
Bubble to the surface of the cauldron
That is my flaming heart
And once again I slam them back down

Those emotional manifestations
I’m told are unworthy
And shouldn’t be felt
For the best of all involved

But perhaps my heart
Hasn’t gotten the message
Hasn’t realised its folly
In feeling such love

Love for all it sees
Love for every soul it meets
Love so intense
That no stamping down can hide it long

Smoosh the feelings
Down down
Deep in their hole
Where they cannot escape

Keep them deep down
So folks won’t see
The unacceptable feelings
That are filling me