is half one teardrop
still whole or part of a pair
when we’re splitting hairs
seen through a venn diagram
tears share a hidden layer
("The Longest Journey", 2020, original encaustic)
Beyond Words, A Rose By Any Other Name…
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout it
because it, is all there is.
Like there is but one sun
everyone sees and is extolling.
Even when they’re pointing at the moon
it’s still just Sun’s light
reflecting on her face.
Yet still people fuss and fight
splitting hairs all through the night…
But meanwhile Life goes on,
and if you want to see
the hand of God at work
look no further than the play of children,
or musicians, grooving with each other,
riding waves of wordless bliss,
swirling dancers in their wake.
Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout it
after all, what more is there to say?
(1/28/24)
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
It's okay to disagree.
It's okay to want different things.
No two people are exactly the same.
No matter how deeply in love
And happy a couple is,
Both are bound to be out of sync
In terms of needs and wants
Every now and then.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Even couples with decades
Of marital bliss have spats
Once in a blue moon.
This is common knowledge.
It's impossible to be
On the same wavelength all the time.
Even longtime lovers have different fears,
Values, tastes and preferences.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Opinions differ; rather than
Splitting hairs ad-nauseum,
It's better to brainstorm a solution.
And it's okay to arrive at an impasse.
Avoid going down the rabbit hole
Of blaming, belittling, guilt-tripping,
And threats. For the sake of peace,
Simply agree to disagree,
And everybody wins!
Date written: 12/10/2021
fed up splitting hairs
the flea scratches at its head
~ must stop nit picking
By
David Kavanagh
Religion splitting hairs, threatens war through friction,
Science splitting atoms, stopping fallout using fission.
By David Kavanagh
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Splitting Hairs
David J Walker
If you only knew
How often
I do just that
Splitting hairs to enter
Another dimension
Leaving me both here
And there, driving the streets
Of abstract convention
Where traffic lights are blue
And the tomorrows are
No longer new and are known
For abstruse pretention
Everyone seems to know my name
When they think they see me in
This other form
And then I’m gone again
In the split of a thoughts
Distension
Splitting Hairs
David J Walker
If you only knew
How often
I do just that
Splitting hairs to enter
Another dimension
Leaving me both here
And there, driving the streets
Of abstract convention
Where traffic lights are blue
And the tomorrows are
No longer new and are known
For abstruse pretention
Everyone seems to know my name
When they think they see me in
This other form
And then I’m gone again
In the split of a thoughts
Distension
Splitting hairs with dull knifes
dressed up in bad habits
life relegated to picture screens
unheard screams
darkened diners
beckoning candelabras and moonlit drives
no wax drips sealing secret treasure
grand Mal seizures
nor sacred visions
hands tied together
reckless, restless
begging for a night outside
I burned your picture last night
just to see you move
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs
OPEN 24 HOURS
hidden behind the unlawful order
NO VACANCY
Like a tree with a broken limb
This broken branch begins to bend,
Like the splitting hairs caught in a comb
I sensed the void on my own
I look and seek deep in my soul
In hopes to find something to console
Dull and deep is its shaded abyss
For there is nothing in its mist
But dust and spirits, of the disappearing
For I am the one that has become weary.
The void I walk is very deep
Who knew these hills could be so steep.
However, I am who is broken
Yet, everyone wants a token.
Thinking they have givin me something
When in turn they have provided nothing.
I feel the pain of my psychosis,
For my mind has become atrocious.
The nullness and the empty space,
I knew would win the race
But there is nothing more
For I have become
Null &Void
Passionless lies turns to unmoved bigots thoughts
with emotionless half arsed hearts consumed by hate
splitting hairs we all know fact from fiction
Try to claim killing the unborn is care giving
then this retro bias claims a man has no right to speak
equality speaks from the soul without division
Where each son has a mother who protects who
when lines are drawn in the sand this is not about gender
This is not about women having the right to kill
Or even twisted sinners of men who live on cloud coo coo
Time waits on no man or woman to love and cherish each living heartbeat
we are brothers and sisters of the one God
His words have impact in those whom truly believe
harm not a soul
payback justified
am I not splitting hairs
posted on November 5, 2017
We all retain, at heart, a love of squares –
the ones who wear pyjamas, say their prayers:
staid Ministers of Minuscule Affairs,
so sound at spouting homilies, splitting hairs,
the Fred Astaires who wound up Red Adairs –
you think the planet yours? It’s wholly theirs!
Those unabashed enthusiasts for flares
who spew soliloquies on stocks and shares,
and somehow swell and prosper, unawares!
Compliance officers, commissionaires –
not Taras Bulbas, more like Tony Blairs,
the sort who cook with Kerrygold, just for dares,
and read about invisible repairs.
Another thing about them – … oh, who cares?
I love you
most precious jewel
In the first kiss
after absence is to be told
As long
as the stars remain above you
When love kisses
eternity glows
striking the very earth moving
Remains above you
Crowning in your own world
In one moment
splitting hairs in time
Pure is the legend of a vision
promises to dance always
In your shadow
Co write Liam Mc Daid and David Bucknell
Surrounded by creative sharks at
play; keeping my moves at bay.
I hope I'm making myself clear,
or steering some away. Never
expect more, than you give. Greed
is pure void, never filled! Taught
many years before. Splitting hairs
with someone, it's all in good fun.
The chosen few, will surly agree.
03/10/14 written by, Larry Berdoo
WRITE ON!
What says the silence between us now
With dour acoustical deadness?
Roaring waves of invisible vagrancy,
Breaking down the white rock transparency
Heavy and burdened with leadenness.
And all that is unspoken screams
With clinical padded-cell madness,
Hissing clues in a deafening vacancy
Falling flat as a pancake melody
With an albatross-fated sadness.
What says the silence between us now
With love raped a dialogue soundless?
Splitting hairs with a dumb antipathy,
Lit up like a cross-wired Christmas tree
With its circuitry spitting and groundless.
And whatever decays behind us breathes
With lungs cursed of punctured tissue
Telling tales of an undying chemistry,
With a quick-fire wit and repartee
You and I left the lonely issue.
What says the silence between us now
With our feelings insidious as cancer?
Hung upon a mutual reticency,
What means it to you, what means it to me?
Even God can't conceive of an answer.
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