Add your condition and the beauty of your life: Family, friends, cooking, gardening or just a small amount of time pain free. I want to build a landscape that we live in X
The Living Hell of Beauty
Meet and
greet great disaster
With every
punch and blow
You stand
still
Stand firm I
say
Take it like
a man my girl!
What the
bloody hell is an upper cut?
Oh... there it
is!
There is
something deep
Within that
makes me hold
Hold it in,
and take the blow
Solar plexus
Perplexed
You’re from
shoddy family
Connections
far too low
To be strong
of will?
Listen to
him, listen close
He makes
sense
Does he not?
Shadow
boxing
Does not
make you stronger you know
Weaker
Hold firm
The truth do
will out
Eventually
In the end
Take a look
from histories landscape
Torturous
Forsaken
Beleaguered
That soft foggy
landscape
Where no
beauty should aspire
But see the
poppies
The lowly
nodding poppies of beauty
Do you hear
the voice of the nightingale?
It rises
with the truth
And the hidden
beauty
And yet, the weasel
and the stoat
Gnaw and
bite the beauty back
Hide the
truth
Behind the
veil of fog
That covers
the beleaguered soldier’s agony
Their hypermobility
flung out with PoTS
A belief system
Not a living
hell?
Quiet
contemplation will fix the landscape
March I say,
march!
Accept you
are mentally ill
Because I say
so!
You are not
living on a
Battlefield!
You are
living in a dream world
My Girl!
Because I say
so!
It does not
smell that way to me Sir
The sun of
truth
It does burns
bright in my eyes Sir
I see the
world as it is
Thank you
I see the
poppies
On the
gentle breeze of change
I hear the
nightingale singing the truth
In Berkeley
Square
And beauty
It has
always been there
And is set
to rise!
Beleaguered soldiers
young and old
Will walk
hand in hand
Solid,
strong
And united!
They shall
not be forgotten!
Nor will you
Sir
Nor will
you!
