Faded Love

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Faded Love

I long since lost my password and consequently I can't download to my ABC sets - since I no longer write it seemed unimportant. However I was inspired by a few friends on ABC, to express a certain sadness that comes with failing relationships - in terms of Nature.
Since the friends are all female... I hope the rest of you don't mind.

She had mistaken the slow burning of acid rain for desire dissolved in his tears of love.
She had assumed that sunshine was the warmth and joy that emanated from his heart.
She had felt the caresses of the wind, sometimes gentle and tender, sometimes wild; and thought it was his passion.
She had laughed with pleasure at the small flying gifts of song that nested in her hair and thought they were tokens of his love.
Lost in her dream of love she had not noticed the pollution that had slowly poisoned her roots.
Had been unaware as she slowly grew twisted, her leaves browned and withered, and her beauty gradually faded.
No longer able to bud, her limbs stiff and brittle - she finally comprehended as she saw him draw close with his axe!
She had mistaken life for love, mistaken his occasional need of shelter for a deep and intimate sharing, his appreciation of her beauty for an eternal communion of their souls.
Now he came with his axe and she knew she would soon be firewood and he would find another to provide shelter and lay beneath on the hot Summer nights!

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Felicity
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Better take it to trading standards then.
Pioden
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we are always running around in circles searching for answers when we never truly have them - we live in hope but hope is the biggest betrayer - none of us are experts - I am not thats for sure as I like the unpredictability of life
mississippi
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oh sorry, mykles real name is john, you know, john the baptist.
Flash
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OH i thought his name was Michael, but he just couldn't spell it.
Mykle
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I've long since moved on Emma, and though the relationship I have used as the inspiration for my responses has long since died - it wasn't my first relationship, nor my last. The song ‘ The first cut is the deepest' exemplifies my feelings on the subject: it was the first really intense love of my life and it was the one which nothing, before or since, has come anywhere near equalling in intensity - but then I’ve come to value companionship and good humour more highly in my later years. I don’t deny that I’m overly sentimental but I think I’m also wise enough to realise that friendship, compatibility, and a desire to make the relationship work are better foundations for a happy, long term, relationship.
Mykle
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Actually it's John Michael - but since my dad was also named John, I, probably inevitably, became Michael. The reason it became corrupted to Mykle was that everything I tried to join had 12345 Michaels and I could never remember my number so I became Mykle. Whether because of my postings to ABC or just plain coincidence the number of Mykles has sharply risen of late ;o)
Emma
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I see, you were drawing on your past. Glad you are ok now.
mississippi
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No Emma, he's not ok now.
Flash
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Funny you should mention Jack Nicholson Brit, cos this thread is a bit like 'The Shining,' the longer you stay here the madder you get.........it must be the nitrogen levels at this deepth playing with the mind. *Wanders off to look for an axe*
Emma
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If you swapped the genders round, Mykle, you could have used this for the BBC end of story comp. the Joanna Harris one...!
Mykle
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It was a very intense relationship that lasted, on and off, for many years Em. We both imagined ending our lives together living in a cottage with roses growing around the front door and the sea lapping on the beach that was visible through the back window. It’s difficult to say where we went wrong, sometimes luck plays a greater part in out lives than we care to admit, but slowly, inexorably, my lover decided that she wished to pursue a spiritual life without distractions. It seemed to me, at first, that she had become an ‘Ice Queen’ but I later realised that my very presence weakened her resolve and that I had, sadly, become a temptation (didn’t they sing The First Cut Is The Deepest?) that only made her decision harder to bear. I believe that certain people condemned Ghandi for not loving his wife (in the physical sense) but there is a greater love that Jude and many others have discovered and which supersedes personal love. For me, these special people reflect the true meaning of love - rather than the sexual, lustful, self-centred sense of the word that seems to be the commonly accepted in our decadent society. Bet this post will make me popular ;o)
mississippi
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More bloody bollocks from the cobblermeister.
Pioden
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yes Emma he could have - exactly what I thought
mississippi
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It was PP Arnold, by the way, although there were many covers.
Mykle
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Thanks George, it remains one of my favourite songs - whoever sang it .... do you know who wrote it?
mississippi
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The scene with Jack on the truck is from 'Five Easy Pieces', one of my favourite movies. In fact I bought it on DVD 2 weeks ago and have watched it twice already. A coincidence that it was screened on TV this last week as it hasn't been on TV for years as far as I know. The scene in the diner is a classic.
neil_the_auditor
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Seeking a "pure spiritual life without distractions" can be every bit as self-centred as wallowing in hedonism if you're sacrificing other people's happiness for your own attainment - sounds like Eastern cult stuff rather than christianity, at least.
Mykle
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Thanks both, but it's just a quick sketch and I couldn't find it in me to try and develop it further - it was just something that a poem by PI inspired and is merely intended to offer a different take - I couldn't really claim it as my own.
mississippi
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It was written by Cat Stevens but I don't think he ever had it on an official album.
Mykle
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Cat Stevens George - I can't believe it - didn't he convert to Islam?
Pioden
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The inspiration may have come from my poem but the resulting poem is yours Mykle - and it captures what I was saying perfectly
mississippi
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There's always a down side to everything. He now calls himself Yusef Islam or some such common as muck name, and operates out of a mosque in North London.
mississippi
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Just for you, and to show I always help those less capable than myself.
mississippi
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Sod it, try this.
Flash
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mississippi
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ta flashy (bastard), I goofed on the recording too, it is actually available on several Cat Stevens albums. OK, I'll' go back to the nursery now.
Flash
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Gardening is nice quiet hobby for someone of your age.
britgrrl
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George, I was TRYING to dance with you, using my rarified wit and clever play on words but did you get it.....noooooooooooooo! the least you could do is enter into my fields-of-gold frame of mind! I AM working on a poem with that title, btw.. * page up*
stormy
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I admit to only having scanned this thread but I must contest this line... >>>I have some vague recollection of someone 'wittering on' about lying in fields with their lover...it was either Stormy or Mykle.<<< I may do many things in this forum, Emma, but I don't think I ever "witter on" and I don't recall posting about lying in a field with my lover... although I may have fielded a question about my lover but then I would be lying :-) Mark Kermode said that if you only watch one film a year make sure this year it is Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind he said Troy is crap, both from the cgi and the acting POV he also said most other films on current release are crap. but then, I'm not really sure who he is... I only hear him once a week (Fridays) during my way home when I tune into 5live
Emma
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Sorry to accuse you wrongly, Stormy, and in such poor language...it's been an eventful day...
stormy
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so I see. hahahaha
mississippi
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AARRGGGGHHH! I've missed another opportunity of a romantic nature! Please give me another chance Shelagh. You see I'm so used to the piss-takers here I never actually take any offer, open or concealed in literary mystique, as being real. I have trouble deciphering some of the code, is the reference to lying in fields of gold, coupled with the one about dancing, anything to do with horizontal folk dancing?
Mykle
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Sorry george, got to laugh - Flash is on top form tonight :)
Mykle
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Apart from george, is it only women that feel they have been betrayed?
mississippi
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Bollocks, i'm going easy on him because he's not up to the real rough and tumble i usually deliver. You're wrong on the betrayal thing as well, I have been betrayed several times, in fact I'm beginning to think I should lecture in it.
mississippi
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Many men that I know have been betrayed, it's more common these days, so much for suffrage.
Flash
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'Bollocks, i'm going easy on him because he's not up to the real rough and tumble i usually deliver.' Oh you are that wrestler then............Hayloft?........Hayseed?.......ah yes Haystack.
Mykle
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George : you make it sound like betrayal is your stock in trade - people rarely betray each other while they are still in love. From what I have read in the threads you should consider that perhaps the fault lies is in you. I don’t suggest that you are unworthy of love - who is? - but merely that you choose the wrong partner and expect her to fulfil your dreams when you are not certain yourself of what your dreams really are. It’s obvious that ‘off screen’ you are a really nice person and I can only say that if you want to avoid hating people you should try to find someone who likes you for what you are - rather than what you pretend to be. The mistake we often make when falling in love is - with our own reflection and the feeling of being betrayed when the mirror moves!
britgrrl
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Well Goerge in a sense. But also ploughing and reaping those fields-of-gold in which you apparently have considerable expertise - or experience, anyway!
britgrrl
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emma, yes M. did send me an e-mail and pic...but where is he now? Come on M. show your face and laugh with us. We're not laughing at you, honest. All in wit and jest , okay?
mississippi
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ok mykle, i should have guessed
Mykle
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I haven’t seen Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but what I’ve read about it seems to suggest a sort of selective, targeted, New Age, ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) - see - or at least the attempt to remove negative emotional ‘baggage’ by an external rather than internal (such as therapy) means. There is an interesting review of the movie which, without getting too technical, offers an idea of how memories are thought to be stored and, perhaps, hints that the technique may eventually become a reality. Anyway, I’ve always thought that Jim Carrey might be capable of some decent acting once he escaped from the manic face-pulling that his earlier ‘comedy’ films have led his fans to expect and, since Tony says it’s a good film, I look forward to watching it. Has anybody else seen it? [%sig%]
mississippi
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Well I for one am bloody laughing at him, he definitely is all tit and pest. *Gets out Boy Scout code book and looks up ploughing and reaping* Oh yes Shelagh, I'd just love to help out with your research, may I plough your furrow and reap your flowers? I did spend quite a lot of time in fields during the summer when I was a blacksmith, though it was mostly repairing the ploughs and reapers.
Emma
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I'm not accusing Mykle of doing anything I wouldn't... *winks at Missi*
Mykle
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I have to admit that I’ve weakened and resorted to several cans of Stella this bank holiday. I say this so that Missi can point out the obvious - that I am drunk and talking nonsense: In spite of that : take care George, and remember that it's all in the way we interpret our lives - I feel for you, and your pain, and can only say that reasons are not enough to carry the burden of our pain, but we must let go of our memories - or at least realise that life must go on. Having read that it seems like a load of pretentious nonsense - but I’m too drunk to be sure - no I’m not - it’s bollocks, but it’s taken me so long to type it......
mississippi
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Which leaves him free to do just about anything apart from threesomes.
britgrrl
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DO things besides mirrors move for you when you're in love, missi? i want to know cos i heard you like to go laying in fields-of-gold and i've got this field research i need to do for my new poem, In Oestrus. I could use a helping Field Hand.
Emma
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<> exactly what I always think as I'm about to post some work on this site...however, as I can touch type at a ridiculously good speed, it probably doesn't take me half as long to type stuff as you.
Emma
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;-)
Mykle
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Even drunker but 'Fields Of Gold' reminds me of the cancer advert.

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