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“HYDRA HAS TO DO WITH WATER, DOESN’T IT?” a poem, for Monday [06/03/19]

You-can’t cut-off the Hydra’s head! All-you-can-do – is: BEAT HER SENSELESS!

Yet, you’re the one without any sense,
For The Hydra – she is SO immense,
You’ll use all your energy – to subdue-her;
Which-is-exactly-what-she-wants! SHE WANTS TO LU-R-E,
YOU! to-her-lair and say: “Cut off my head!”

Knowing things will multiply, The Sage hath said:
“The more attention that you shower,
The happier ‘they’ll’ be! The greater their power,
For YOUR-ATTENTION IS YOUR-GIFT;
Disregarding – will-form a rift!”

So, if-you-will-leave-those-heads-alone,
They’ll shrivel up – to skin and bone,
And flesh and blood without-some-water,
Dries-up, I think! I should-a- bought-her,
Lots of liquid! – Good re-fresh-ment!
ANY ATTENTION, isn’t-it HEAVEN-SENT?
“Any love is good love, so I took what I could get, I took what I could get –
And I LOOKED INTO HER EYES! and said:”
“You’ve seen it ALL!”

I choose NOT TO [see it all, that is!]
You wanna do it ALL?
I [just] wanna HOLD her hand! “I wanna hold your ha-a-a-and!
I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND!”

“A rose by any other name is just as sweet!”

And prickly! πŸ™‚ – I just love to bleed and watch little trickles of blood gently flow down unguarded avenues of existence!

fin <3


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbNF-S-OxCg

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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