Doc, the REDness is spreading

Ahh... the days of bliss

Speak Cur

What putrefactive ode to exigent lust spills from your lips tonight?
Dare we discover some archaic existence of that fabled malefaction you call Love?
Sweeten not the cup you offer me, for the pit of my being is embittered to the notion.
Did you not realise it is my field from which you reaped the fruit of your brew?
It is my stream which washed the ignorance from your face.
Peddle your Elixir Number 9 elsewhere.
As you can plainly see young serf, I am already here.

I thought of you

News of the accident reached me two days later than the event. The truck driver lost control long before he inserted the key to the ignition. The bus passengers, all school children, unaware they had no chance of escape. For one, she was unaware there would be no return trip. I saw pictures of people crying and working through pain and hysteria. I saw images of lost lives, lost futures, lost promises, lost love.
And I though of you.

Conflicting opinions led to raw conflict. Respect was abandoned and animosity simmered under a thin skin. Civility was on its last thread as relationships were lost to interactions. The explosion was imminent, the revolution almost commenced. Agitators formed their schemes, spectators huddled safely behind corners. The hammer was cocked back, ready to fire.
And I thought of you.

The bright blue sky and bleach white clouds were becoming a memory. Traffic did not even crawl, engines grumbled, each patiently hoping. Blue slipped into something purple. Shades of orange spilled over the clouds. Slowly the day was being left behind. The sun was checking out.
And I thought of you.

So much to do. Too many things to say. Was it worth it? Consequence be damned? I had to consider the options, actions and repercussions.
And I thought of you.