TALONS

 

Talons tear into the flesh of that which they posses the food they eat, they maim in grab, the greed lose beauty, says dead pretty dead, well and satisfactory enough for me, is the kind of love offered by those who survived the civil war, too horny to be normal, where abnegation turns obsession, a cult, repulses.

Talons are the hands of the hungered whose ideal is a temporal blot in the sky, blot in the sky while we scribble in the mud; same thing. Do old people have feelings and how then should they play? 

In patience, as their experience is quite imposing. Unless they are light and quiet, they must discount time and accept fate or they will not allowed to touch our young bodies. 

And yes we will never admit that we were just as young as they were, our survival is attestive of the fact that we know a better besides and will also like to teach the all we know.

People feel new numinous, new information and ways of doing things, and we mustn’t discount it, for it was bought with precious blood and they'd better not take it for granted.

So when we barter our stories, one the other shouldn't discount even if our exigencies seem flippant, no matter how seasoned the eyes.

The old must wait and attain the listen no matter how long it takes, with listen comes trust, but trust is like a cup of water, it isn’t the rain, there will be other sources and left for us to accept and make whatever choices. 

They must be willing to understand that our ignorance or the search for an ideal isn't a discount of your sacrifice. In kenopsia it is given germane negation. Nor must you teach your sacrifice as pain as that ruins it all. It is a new World with new problems, and some of these customs are only applicable to those without hobbies, who don’t want to be hippie, The times calls for hippie, and hippie isn’t bound by renumeration or custom.

What we barter across the age is a conscience, a "I will never do it to you if reverse was the case". And that is enough, allowing each tree move towards the direction of their light through, we might simile at each others trunks and see what fine individuals we have become.. trade.What happens when you can get your pain through? as lessons, Do you use pain to teach pain, you remain patient and wait for the precipice, if you are good, people will return to you.

I am being punished for denying other’s punishment being flogged for not knowing how to flog. everything falls flat in the face of new information which really is old information: nothing matters !!

Cognitive dissonance requires patience, The candle of the young are less spent than and you cannot brandish the ideals acquired by flickering, You'll avoid you. Remain calm and tranquil and someone new will carry your light, however you must brave a patience.

 if it is good it will wait for me and not hurt me to teach me, even If I am an ideal, I also had an ideal, tried selling, didn't buy it. Cleared many a field I didn't get to plant in. 

For the Gita said you have the right to othe action but never right to the fruit. I have a legacy and if my child refuses, I have a legacy still, will smile at it, like a vista concocted as and a product of this world alone, a part of me, distant. Thanking the God that gave me to till, without forcing anyone into it, hoping they reconsider... Because,

In abrupt grasp flesh are torn, and the bag of the hard work wears, is torn loose and drips down to the undeserving. We must be careful of our grasp in hunger food gobbled never tell tales.

Whatever love with talons like hawks, eagle's and vultures especially vultures must know that talons lose meat in grasp, lose meat up on high, talons mostly lose the meat in the grab

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