I pine alone feasting through Valentine’s day’s plough,
but what of the multitude fasting for the lent,
if it only where possible for someone to dent
my solitude, even if it means just momentous lent love.
I was an insignificant useless worm
until I found cause enough to risk myself and be the bait
to reel the arrogant big fishes in form.
However tough one’s hide is, one still can’t hide from personal truths and conscience.
‘History is written by those who hang heroes’ – Movie Brave Heart.
Business predators are like wolves near the top of the food chain that hunt the lonely (bloggers) who are like stubborn goats at the bottom of the food chain.
O my past love, I am terribly afraid of death
but I fear my untenable life even more
can’t kiss you, but kiss of life or death eludes me though.
Only by dividing the ends of their conscience, the successful declare a dividend.