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Depths of subconscious crossOver what we callRealityMind operates at different levelsIntelligence suspendedVeers over bit and piecesEmotions buried in the nightGrowing awareness of the dayLilting music of dawnInsides churn, as the dayAwaits action at outer levels Sunday Confessionals at MLMM
swirling storms with fancy namescapture public imaginationevacuation of villagesexposes silence withindisplaced populations meteorological imperfectionimpervious to deep turbulenceinvites tsunamisto manifestrebellion all those small disagreementsstorms brewing in tea cupsescape domesticityto form movementsthat rock social sensibility Friday Faithfuls
Thereβs no water on the desk. She needs to get another bottle from the refrigerator, but feels inadequate to do so. The fatigue is unusual, but medical reports are fine. Maybe β¦ she is tired of doing things she doesnβt want to do but is compelled to do. Weekend Writing Prompt #315
FRAUD I had a knack for picking up βunusualβ things when I worked for the bank, and had contacts with most of the Big Boys, as I was one for them.
Over a period of about two years, I picked up almost two million US$of fraudulent transactions, from counterfeit bankers drafts to stolen travellers cheques.
Interlocking fingers inside water playfullyYou asked βtell me which are yours or mineβ βAll yoursβ, I said with a glint in my eyesIn my mind, I was holding a gold mine We stopped romping as time flew byThings were still good, yet not so fine Canβt blame a word, or frame a momentIt was a … Continue reading We, You and Me
how does it work how do we know if all that we see is fake or real π
masters weβve become at deceiving ourselves later asking why and how ππ
adorning a smile clad in confusion listening intently to absolutely nothing π₯΄
gowned in glamour decked in darkness walking down paths to absolutely nowhere π€
blaming reality we make excuses faking reality we deny the truth π
and then a moment and we realize simple actions still create joy wonderful words bring a smile π a shattered heart does still beat π a broken soul can still breathe πΉ still we ask fake or real
in all of this, what is true and whoβs the fraudβ¦ π
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