tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899180445811668276.post798276275899289542..comments2024-01-05T07:38:39.265-08:00Comments on PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL: FREE KASHMIR - IT IS LONG OVERDUEPhyllis Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06923874190935369126noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899180445811668276.post-38837220591204455462017-11-22T23:10:54.353-08:002017-11-22T23:10:54.353-08:00How could he find himself in such a pickle? he won...How could he find himself in such a pickle? he wondered, not worryingly, but with a unfortunate gleeful ponderousness that seemed to grow, like a weed without root, there was no beginning, there just was. He'd made it home without a mental glance back at his done work hours, whats done is done after all. <br /><br />He went on with his routine, "do I warm up that rice and peas" he thought on the metro, thinking better, he passed by burger king for a couple a burgers, he only ate one, giving the other to the outside "doorman" in lieu of loose change. <br /><br />once home, his routine would be a mirror of yesterdays, he knew what was up with that, with him, but had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature to him, one of his many, it seemed, questionable solitary life habits he'd cultivated, an outsider may assert, out of ...... pain.<br /><br />Now he sat, alone between fidgety and disturbed at his own unrequited need to know, he'd listened to this woman at work, haltingly expound thoughts domestic and foreign, he had at her every sentence, a counter, if not complimentary sentence in mind that he kept suppressed ... he found her card ... perused the site ... what does this girl not have an opinion on!?! ... damn she's as shallow as the Mariana Trench ... He usually felt like a librarian in a bar full of drunks during conversations, this is not to say he's scholarly or well read for that matter, with his 9th grade education, he was neither, it's just the general population seemed pretty much devoid, to him, of the capacity to think critically, an early lifetime of memorising for exams seemed to have left them in a repetitive parrot zombie mode, maybe technology played a role, but then again, he felt as lazy brained as the next human...<br />Just glancing at her blogspot headers, he knew that she was several lifetimes all rolled into one, it was as though she was channelling pains of others, those who should be raising the sinking issues, dare not it seems, but she would, vociferously, irrepressibly, unabashed and unashamed. <br /><br />Talk about a Spirit on a Trip ... <br />Talk about a Woman with a grip ...<br />Listen to the echoes between her words ...<br />Listen to the pains of the unheard ...<br /><br />Dont sigh when distending Her thoughts ...<br />Feed Your Soul and share it with your Lot ...<br />With cause, you will be overwhelmed by your lack ...<br />When faced with Her's, always on the righteous attack ... <br /><br />While most others just slip ...<br />Her's is a Spirit on a Trip ...<br /><br />(I'm not a writer, nor was I "educated" in English, so forgive me my mistakes, It was a pleasure meeting you today, (dropped you off at pharmacy in JGH) ... just felt the need to let my mind flow and let you know ... Damn Girl ... "your irrepressible like a gust a wind in Michigan's tornado alley.")<br /><br />Stephen Payne <br />sidney22@hotmail.comstephen paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13727247010745073789noreply@blogger.com