In a land far away, we took apart a great nation. Hundreds of thousands died & were wounded in the hope a nation born to be free could overcome itself. Today, we should look back to see were we came from.
Following the American Civil War, in 1868 the first national observance of a regional traditional event gained ground. Tokens & personal mementos were placed to honor those who lost their lives in battle. Honoring the dead was not an option but the survivors duty to respect ther fallen.
We can not hallow these grounds ad those who came before us gave so much. (paraphrasing here). Whether you have served (thank you) or not, it’s important we remember. Families were shattered to preserve what wer have. I can not, will not participate in the strife of today on this day. We call it Memorial Day on US. Past is forgotten ad it may offend.
Ther Confederate States of America handed is this day (and Department of Justice too). Honor was part of their society, so were other things we don’t wish to carry on.
Thank you to those in harm’s way. We can never repay you for the sacrifices
I’m hiding in a close black corner called home. I belong here were I was put. I skip the laugh to be invisible.
And you call me a cardboard cutout.
My mirror sees you perfectly.
Others see me as crazy
You move the opposite as me
Gazes from similar eyes
Setting up The other side
I have no mind like yours
But believe in your intention
The mention of you shakes me
I lie about you in the mirror
Surely your legs work like mine
There are times I’m told
Your not yourself and I know
Whom they speak of then
I get tricked by your smile
But soon the world will know
My doppelgänger, isn’t me.
When did I age?
My thougts creek like a floor
My viewpoints have become new again
The left is now right
Mysteries are only beliefs
Technology has become magic
Magic a sleazy sideshow on TV
its not that I’m old
In So far from being new
That’s where we lived
Loss only counts in ones
Lingering is all hope does
It toys with belief
It ignores possibilities
Somehow we end up here
No-one did anything to get here
Which is how everything happens
A ghost of yesterday
Disappearing into tomorrow
I pull into the drug store parking lot. The drab brick building with giant windows far to high up to actually see in or out of. I notice a few brief and tan snakes. Then a few more. Behind the building the sea had risen into the edge ood the parking area. Upon its muddy waters ride more snakes.
I marvel at the sole figure outside. He is picking up said snakes by the head and throwing them back out to sea. His dedication to the cause far outweighing the results.
The sky rather overcast helps darken the scene of these legless beasts arriving upon these shores. I fancy the place of such large gatherings of snakes in tropical places. A lush white sand, being lapped by turquoise waters. Maybe a nice Pineapple Sangria in my hand.
Then it hits me, the guy is Scott! Which means nothing to me.
Then the alarm awakens me.
What an awkward dream.
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12. I can’t find the last word if you see it let every know! If not go with Mellow
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
My life runs like a rapid sequence of actual events. I sit offscreen. My escapist persona drinking in neurochemical beasts of so called freedom. I search for that keyhole but the bloom of untoward amaryllis is the only material witness.