Pull

 while the stroke suggests a movement

How much

 are you able to bear

In the Eye of the Beholder

 It's what you make

of it

Confusion

 the pestilence of disorientation turning relationships upside down, mistaking cause and effect

This World

 and its mixed feelings and thoughts

Capitalism

the withering hand that grabs it all just to possess

Keep on forgetting you

Sweat

 there are those who work and those who workout

Movement

all over inside and out

This

 strange gaze from outerspace

know-all - feel-none

In Time

 there is progress

changes

You 2

 you break my heart, you tear it up in so many parts

my, my

Conflict

 dancing shamelessly in the realm of opinion

Changes

we face 

choices we take

Bold

 into the future

Reflection

 staring down again and again 

the inverted scrutiniser

Surely

 all you say reflects on what you've done

Sometimes

 it almost is too much

Shocking

 all senses when reality sets in

soften

Ghost

 when the shock hits and all reaction gets nasty

Precious

 the strong foundation to free my thoughts

Thoughtful

open as it is, truth is not a mystery
 

Cons

 sceptic down to the bone yet open for every obvious lie

Vehemently

 searching and taking

the heart

Heavy Sitter

 if only he would listen

before he opens his mouth

Images

 beyond the reductionist view

The Need

 to get out of the house 

wonder wander

Embrace

 and run with it spilling it along the way

Wiggle Waggle Backside-Front

 inside out 

the things that elude the contemporary discourse