All those things love didn't care about
Are much more relevant when,
Tossed back, 
No longer wanted,
Life makes you decide again
Whether to go on believing.

The flaws
That didn't spoil the diamond on the ring,
May add up worth considering,
When,
Fallen out,
You have the chance to fit a different gem.

All the problems love didn't care about
May make it not worth the fight,
When lo...

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sun shines down on love

rain spatters lonely grief

only my blue umbrella's

a consolation and relief

she's left me for another

I'm stuck in a Scotch mist

imagining her in his arms

the passion of their tryst

but for my blue umbrella

I'd sink down and drown

or reach for my hat and

decamp to another town

the storm rages overhead

my umbrella keeps m...

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No-one likes to see tears, that

Liquid form of human distress,

Yet human life being what it is

They render make-up a mess

I'd never observed you weep

Your trusting eyes always dry,

Till catching me with Matilda

Made you break down and cry

Tears clear the air like a purifier

Provoking a quantum of sympathy

From anyone that can summon

A minimum degree of em...

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I suppose I'm one of life's losers

Missed out on joys and content

Mourned other folks's milestones

Never learned what love meant

How to encounter consolation or

Stomach others's enjoyable sins?

The answer lies up in the clouds

Where brute eternity always wins

Winners cant take it with them

Imagine leaving behind that cash

Lovers weeping at the bedside

Tho...

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While mourning his daughter Tullia, Cicero took to writing a book of self-consolation. Thinking himself the inventor of this type of self-help, he said, “Why, I have done what no one has done before, tried to console myself by writing a book.” (This is quoted by Han Baltussen in the Nov. 2009 issue of Mortality in an essay titled, “A grief observed: Cicero on remembering Tullia.”)

I certainly d...

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McFlurry was the beast
that preyed on the
old ogre of a day
spent too long
in lectures & humidity

Across the river
of the campus jungle
McFlurry crouched
and pounced upon
the grizzly weariness -

ripping it to shreds
with creamy razor teeth
& cookies & cream claws
as we ended yet
another uni day






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