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~ There are no definites...~ There are no definites, no absolutes, Or rather, there are, but very few. Mainly, there are a series of possibilities Each with its own likelihood of being true. The probability of likely truth varies, As much for each individual as for each theory ever posited. No-one has all the answers, No one person knows everything for sure; Anyone, anyone at all, that claims such omniscience Should be first to be summarily dismissed From your list of trusty consigliari. We’re all seeking knowledge, On a quest of curiosity; From the day we’re pulled, Mewling our indignation, Into the cold, harsh light of here, The original rude awakening; Until the time we’re returned to darkness, Softly slipping or sharply shoved, Mostly unprepared for our final earthly transition. And so it is, why we question, Why we take elements of every day, and dissect, Always rooting around for the root cause, Forever attempting to satiate that innate urge for answer...

~Catching up~ for you i will stay awake and ignore night's call to surrender fretful it sirens sleep, begs me to my bed til almost i could succumb, but just a breath from you the merest hint that you are or have been awake and in this world without me and i shun slumber, shrug off buzz of doze that drones return to puzzle how i ever can make up every moment spent unaware and without you

This is an old one, written after an argument with an old friend about what he referred to as 'football banter'.  And I don't mean terrace chants or the actual team/fan-related putdowns.  I mean sweeping negative comments that go beyond the game - "ah yeah, well you know those scousers - they'd nick anything not tied down". That kind of comment, that's attributed to 'banter'.  I do get a bit het up about it... But the hate makes sense   You have no idea you see yourself reflected in them their chants, their jeers, their cries sea of heaving masculinity repulsive, compelling attractive if you're honest --------------oOo---------------- You see yourself you have no idea their red your own strident love, rising anger, fury, rage blazoned bias passion stamp out reason no room for equanimity apathy the rival --------------oOo---------------- You see yourself you have no idea pride in partition pity the uninitiated embrace the hate refuel partisan ...