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Poetry is not dead.. she stands firm ❤

Sooo I’m back to posting again. I’ve actually been away posting on Instagram but I have decided to come home 😊 or really, share accommodation.

I’ve decided WP is a place where I can post my ramblings but also write a bit about the ideas behind them.

I named the above ‘unsub’. I saw a post by a very creative individual which expressed the freedom to believe in God without being following a specific religion and I got to thinking..

Why not?

Who’s to say that your independent deiety is any less than another?

Your beliefs are yours, your faith is yours, your spirituality is yours.

It’s the same with anything really.

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I don’t subscribe to their solicitation.
‎I don’t subscribe to their religion.
‎I don’t subscribe to their ideology.

I pay my respects.
I pay my dues.
I pay attention.

My Prophet is not theirs to tax.

Consider me unsubscribed.

They can’t gentrify my savage.
They will never appropriate my Soul

For JM & BM

It is difficult to put into words, especially in so few of them, the highlights of life, the good memories, the good times, the reason why the people in your life are so special.

However, it is not difficult to see or feel how the absence of somebody will affect our lives. Being so far away it has been difficult for me to untangle all of the different feelings and emotions that I know everybody has to deal with.

When somebody that you have shared your life with is removed from your life, it is the highlights, good memories, and good times that are the most haunting.

Maybe because we know that we are never going to experience these things again.

Maybe we have things that we should have said or did but never did.

…all of these things are a huge weight for one person to carry, that is why we need to share with each other… the highlights, the good memories, the good times… even the not so good times.. the miserable holidays in caravans and holiday parks and the chaotic Christmases and birthday parties.

The people in our lives are the links that hold our world together…

in life, through just being there…

..and in death through remembering that they were here.