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Hello my fellow ka bula vakatamata (human beings Fijian)! Alas, it has been too long since I have written to you last, and I sincerely apologize. I have been having a bad case of writer’s block, in other words I had a great idea for a post, and then it completely left me when I sat down and got to work… keep in mind that this is not that really good idea post.

So today instead of trying to rack my brain to remember that other idea, I have decided to continue a series I just began, which is the Prepossessing Blossoms, which I thought was appropriate since I was trying to make the photos as flattering as possible, and if you saw them in real life you would be in awe. It is the sequel to Delicate, Divine Lies… I am not too sure about the title just yet, but let me know if you like it or have any other ideas.

So before we jump into the first poem of the week, and hopefully the beginning of a more consistent schedule, I must remind those who have an uncivil mindset to not share those thoughts with the rest of the readers, but if you do have any critics for my writing or any suggestions on what to post about, please write a comment in a respectful way.

Thanks for sticking with me, even though I have the most inconsistent blogging schedule out of probably any other blog out there, and sega tale ni ado (without further ado in Fijian) au vakamoce vei kemuni (I bid you farewell, again in Fijian)!

Colours make up a rainbow
But somehow each individual one 
Is a radiant combination of the collection

Yellow is a bright, happy colour 
It falls between green and orange on the spectrum
And it is oddly complementary to another colour labelled as blue

It is categorized as cowardly
Yet it is the identity of something so powerful such as the sun
It can be described as betrayal and egoism
Yet something so brilliantly yellow like a sunflower can absorb sunlight so iconically

These designated pigeon holes are complicated
But we see them as perfectly splendid
We see them as these things that help us to classify nails from screws
Humans from monkeys
And rights from wrongs

Our morality is so ethically questionable
Those who make every decision with deadly precision 
They end up strained mentally
But those who don't 
Are frowned upon
And asked why they are so impulsive

There is no correct answer
There is no perfectly good decision to make
And there are no bad ones either
Because modern life is so complicated
That all the variables are layered
And no one can see anything from every possible angle

And then more pigeon holes are created
More synonyms for words like naughty are made
Each one having a slightly altered meaning and extreme
Each one having a million people being slotted into them
Trying to identify who is who

Making their character traits into boxes with labels
And their souls into minds with ill given names
That have been forcibly suited to one person
Over and over and over again

Until all the colours of the rainbow are faded into one big blur
In that original pigeon hole labelled humanity
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Delicate, Divine Lies

Good day my fellow inimestele (humans in Estonian)! Although it isn’t an actual post, I launched my homepage today, and so be sure to visit it so I don’t feel like I wasted two days trying to figure out how to add links into buttons😂… click here to access the said home page.

Today I thought I would do another image based poem, since I found a picture in my camera roll that I thought was quite divine – sadly it doesn’t include any animals or beaches, but it does include a very glorious flower! No one commented on my last post that they were getting bored with image based poetry, so I don’t feel as repetitive as I did before – that being said, you should be expecting some more diverse posts from me now that I have finished most of the pages.

With this particular post, I was thinking of making it a series, since I have many pictures of beautiful flowers that I haven’t got anything to do with. I am probably going to end up doing it anyway, but if you have any title suggestions for the series or posts, make sure to leave a comment, or a like if you want more content similar to this!

Before we get into the poem, procedure calls for me to remind anyone who has any abominable thoughts going through their head that some things should be thought, but not shared. (I think I kind of boofed the saying, but you get the point!) I do encourage any feedback, but if it isn’t considerately polite, you will be blocked.

But lets not end on a despicable note – remember this blog is about sharing my writing (among other stuff) with the world. So I hope you enjoy another image based poem, and without further ado, I say slán le mo chairde (goodbye my friends in Irish)!

"Roses are red"
It's a fact of life

Just like "children should be seen and not heard"
Or "you've got to make darn sure you understand something before doing it"
These are facts of life
But not really

They were
But now they are old
Crippled and mournful
Not leaving any room for inspiration
Or new life

These "facts of life" are outdated
They have been put on a shelf to rot
And when someone brings it out again
They daren't change anything about it
For they are delicate

Delicate means they are easy to break
And the most delicate, most intricate thing you could make
Is a lie

With divine precision
It could last generations
But it could also crumble after ten doubtful seconds
It is only the extreme that can survive for long
And with time they only grow stronger
And surer
That they are right

These out worn precepts are divine
They are divine in the way that they grow and evolve, but still stay the same
But calamitous in the way they stop other things from growing

They leave no room for improvement
Defiantly rigging our minds
Turning us to sheep
Who are advancing our technological world in ways we could never imagine 
Yet submitting to the same rules our ancestors did

But like all lies strengthened by time
These ones have substance
They have layers
They have an extent to which they are right
Despite the majority of them being wrong

"Roses are red"
Yes they are
But they are also all colours
Just like people

Majority of us are stubborn
Thinking vile things but never sharing them
And that's okay
But that isn't our definition

Our stubbornness isn't what makes us the gorgeous rainbow we are
It is our relationships with those around us
It is our past experiences that lead us to the present and to the future
And it is the emotions we feel
When we are proactively idle
And happy
And free of those delicate things
Those delicate lies
Sweetened by time