Author: Richmond Road
A curious old nobody.
I may have lied to you
There is very little that a man will not do to get into a woman’s pants. Don’t look away. Don’t pretend to be shocked. You all know that it’s true.
In the big scale of deceit I don’t think that a few exaggerations spoken in the name of love should ruffle too many feathers. Lies are just the male equivalent of lipstick. If it gets a bit smudged in the heat of passion then nobody really cares.
My friend Kate spoke on the subject (or perhaps she was speaking of something else … who can tell with women?) and I replied. I stress to you (that do not already know) that Kate is a close relative.
It would be improper for me to have such thoughts about her ….
My mission here will always be
Avoidance of reality
I cheat, I lie, I stand aloof
I fib, I falsify the truth
I make up stuff.
And I invent
The stories that I hope
Prevent
You asking questions
Checking facts
Before allowing
Sordid acts
Upon your person
On your skin
Seeking passage
Deep within
Please don’t forsake me
Don’t reject
The falsehood
That I now project
Forgive my fiction
Let me stay
You are just like me
Anyway
Romantically Foolish
I read a poem from Rory last night HERE which I found very moving entitled ‘Foolishly Romantic’. I have not reblogged it. You have probably already seen it, for he has a far wider readership than do I. If you haven’t read it then, of course, I commend it to you.
It is a very honest piece and I think it is supposed to be about his perceived shortcomings and failings (at the time … I note that it was written some years ago). In the end, though, I think it is about being human.
I was reminded, for some reason, of a quote from Kurt Vonnegut who says,
“When a couple has an argument nowadays they may think it s about money or power or sex or how to raise the kids or whatever. What they’re really saying to each other, though without realizing it, is this: “You are not enough people!”
I take that to mean that, no matter how much you love someone, and no matter how much they love you, you will never be everything – so you will never be quite enough.
Anyway, this is a long winded way of saying that I responded to Rory, because I was moved and because I could not let it pass without response.
And because much of my own foolishness is the symptom of an overly romantic perspective.
I hope it says something to someone.
Somewhere.
This is what I said; (the semi colon is for Judy54)
The sun descends
Behind a cloud
My thoughts of you
I share aloud
In whispers to
I know not where
Pretending that
You are still there
For in my thoughts
I give you life
And you will always be
My wife
However foolish
Be my dreams
I am a fool for love
It seems.
Crashing and Burning. Maybe I should get out of here.
My form in writing competitions remains consistent
part 2 of Challenge 1 in this year’s NYC Midnight scored one more point for me than did part 1 (which scored zero) giving me a total of 1 point out of a possible total of 30 (which one cad did score. I despise him).
the challenge (1000 words) required a drama set in a hotel bar featuring a toy gun
so …. for anyone who is really bored (really, really bored)
Richmond Road 