The value of value

The value of value

Indiscriminate value

“That’s worth it…”
here
to
Highly valued…
there

Value – please explain

The value people put on things

There it is at the market place
Many monies I pay

There it is –
older –
once used

twice removed
little monies I pay

The artist’s conglomerate
to make a ‘bob or two’
You do the background
I the fore
You mix the paint
I will apply to twelve at once
Churned out –

Standard image

with no thought-standard

Conveyor belt stuff

“Get what you can for it…”

Superficial value –
No love or tender care

Supply and demand
300% mark-up
Somebody’s creaming it.

Value.
Nostalgic value to the robbed.

Value contrasts:
The rich pay to indulge
The poor pay to survive

Value
and
value-added tax

Value
the values of life

Your values
My values
do not coincide

Valuable

Value and
what is able
to be valued
to remain
valuable

Longevity counts
for value

Your valued life
in the hands of
the surgeon

eroded to:
just making a name
for himself(?)

More earnings
to buy valuables

Human life?
thousands and
thousands –
wiped out

too overwhelming
for the brain
to process

Christ
thought us
valuable enough
to die for

enough to enter the mystery
of His chosen punishment

to remove the sting
of destroying sin

Value –
Christ forsaken –
‘we esteemed Him
stricken,
Smitten by God,
and afflicted’.

becoming valueless

that true value
might
be restored.

 

 

 

 

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Conjectured Description

Conjectured Description

A shell of a man
To all intents and purposes

Gone through – and – out – the other end
of all things most disconcerting

A brain if ever there was one
But pilloried and disposed of
Unappreciated and sidelined and
Overruled and misconstrued
Over-the-top isolation and fault finding
Buffeted from side to side
From plane to plane
Bullied in the most predatory manner

Yet coming through it all –
brain intact
And still ready for the fray
So why the ‘shell of a man?’

It took it’s toll – it left it’s mark – it cost him something – emotionally drained – morose – and disquieted within – with only steely resolve remaining intact.

His shell most abused
You will search long and hard to find the withered personality within

But he was told he is ‘still here’
By a friend who added: ‘Living to fight another day…’

And who may I ask…?

Indeed pray tell me…

Who was that man?

That was The Lone Ranger!
Kemosabe:
“faithful friend or trusty scout.”