Sunday, 15 February 2015
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Sunday, 25 January 2015
It would not be possible to exaggerate
The criminality the corruption and the depravity
Within Politics and Corporate Business.
Their union creates
The Third Entity
A machine like system
Of heartless, soulless and unaccountable
Control, manipulation and exploitation.
Thursday, 15 January 2015
P M Qs
"If you don't stop picking your hair
you won't have any left to cover anything.
No I think it's slimming,
It's a lovely suit, you can't go wrong
with a dark blue mohair.
Did you bring the black shoes. Grey socks?
Your shirt's okay but the tie's a bit busy.
You're not giving the speech to Cherie!
You'd better have mine
I just put it on this morning
and nobody's seen it yet.
Yeah, I know it's silk.
No, you look fine, give us a twirl
Oh, hold on a minute.
The severed Iraqi child's arm
in your top jacket pocket.
Here have this handkerchief instead
Ah, that's better.
Now go an' give 'em hell"
"Thank you Peter"
The picture is of Dr David Kelly.
Sunday, 11 January 2015
Saturday, 10 January 2015
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Please don't be kind to me
I can't bear it's cruelty
or pay it's price
of accepting your ideology
and applauding your humanity
Am I not a human being
alive upon the Earth
Do I not have the right
to live upon it
to walk upon it
to associate to communicate
to share in the produce of it's fields
why should any of these
be in your gift of kindness
be in your power to withhold
I have seen kindness
the kindness of those who say
for tents with rotted canvas
for blankets musty with mould
for food out of date
for one bottle of water
costing one hundred barrels of oil
and one barrel of blood.
Thursday, 18 December 2014
They're all dead
that's not exactly true, Gilbert is still alive, if you could call it alive
but he was the most stubborn man I have ever known.
Susannah is dead
and I can remember her running around this garden
playing tricks on anyone willing to be gullible
well we're all gullible now.
The Media have their own slant on the events.
"Gypsies cause massacre of Villagers"
Apparently the British Environmental Command
cleared the Forest exactly one year ago to the day
of all outlawed reprobate vagabonds.
Returning to conduct a sweep of the forest
the BEC came across the Village reclaim the forest picnic.
Mistaking fireworks for gunfire some of the younger recruits opened fire
this quickly lead to the whole command opening fire.
The Commander Heroically ran in front of the troops
calling out "Cease fire" but tragically was fatally wounded.
This would not have happened if it were not for the fact
that the clearing where the picnic was taking place
is erroneously considered to be a former Gypsy encampment.
All remaining Gypsies will be held accountable for causing this act of barbarity.
Social media testimony of command recruit:
"We came to the clearing in the forest
it was full of gypsies, hundreds of wagons and tents
and a large crowd of gypsy families all just standing there staring at us.
Our Commander lined us up and then cried out "Fire"
This was what we signed up for, to do our duty
to serve our country, to uphold our laws.
To be the Vanguard of the new moral order.
We all emptied our magazines.
Then the Commander walked forward unholstered his handgun
and began to shoot those cowering behind the trees.
He reloaded his gun looked up then wandered round in circles
he was seeing what we were all seeing
the slaughter of the people from the nearby village.
He fell to his knees and shot himself in the head.
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
I opened my blind
and looked out from a different window
I was standing in the window
of the empty flat across the street
looking back at myself
I was holding up the lid of a shoe box
with these words written on it
Someone else was in the room
they came to the window
and looking over smiled at me
he looked like Kurt Cobain
I decided to do four things
leave the blind open
put up a washing line
wash my clothes
and tidy my flat
I opened the blind
and looked out from my window
A woman was moving into the flat across the street
I went over and helped her with her things
it wasn't difficult
Sitting on the steps drinking coffee
she said to me
"I don't care what I have
as long as I have peace"
"You know you're asking a lot"
"I know" she said
"But at least I've made a beginning"
"Well you've come to right place
this is the street of new beginnings"
"Hurt" she said
"Is like an opening in the soul
it can be a matter of windows
from one window it looks like a pit
but from another window
it can look like the ground
has been dug out and prepared
prepared for the foundation
of a new beginning
To this I replied
"In my flat I have a sofa bed
I never use it in fact it's just in the way
I'd be grateful if you'd take it off my hands"
"I'll pay you for it" she replied
"Only if you pay me what I gave for it
I got it as a gift'
it's not much to look at
but it's comfortable and practical"
"Comfortable and practical'
sounds just what I need"
she said, slipping off her shoes
and then she said
"Look at my feet'
they look like two victims of trying to fit in
both carrying the marks of the past
I swear if I have to go barefoot
I'll never wear these shoes again"
"I doubt if you'll have to if you're willing to go barefoot"
She looks at me "I'm also willing to get new shoes"
"I know the very place"
"I believe you do and you can take that as a compliment
because right now that is one of the few things I do believe"
"Compliments, that is something I'm not used to"
"Well here is something for you to believe
you haven't missed much"
I looked into the face
of this world weary woman
and could see the eyes
of a hurt little girl welling up with tears
I struggled for something to say
and then realized I didn't have to say anything.
Thursday, 4 December 2014
just as you are
just bring yourself
just between you an' me
just ran out
just sits there
just an excuse
just in time
just give it a chance
just misst' it
just not working just
just have to face it
just stop it...right
just a half pint
just a small one then
just a minute
just drove straight by (and it was raining)
just a dream
just tell me what you want
just a thought
just get out of my face
just don't push your luck
just think it over
just past the house with the blue gate
just be yourself
just take your time
just do your best
just a hiccup
just as you say
just flew off the handle
just lost it
just not what I expected...that's all.
Monday, 24 November 2014
Friday, 21 November 2014
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You don't know
you're breaking my heart
or how I wish
it could be me instead of you
I sit at the bottom of your bed
and there's nothing I can do
I pray my earnest prayer
for God to let you stay
but know deep inside
he's taking you away
Carefully structured expectations
unspoken hopes and plans entwined
though struck by such a feeble hand
collapse entangled in the mind
This is the last of carefree days
of youthful jest and childlike joy
but captured moments of these and more
this day will not destroy
And the wounded heart will never
let go of this little hand
still reaching where the treasure is
will sojourn only in this land
And the wounded Saviour will never
let go of our grief and pain
God knows we do not understand
it's hard enough to be sane.
eats it and lives
to till again the tortured soil
in the forlorn hope
of a bland subsistence
A man in Scotland
who could pick up his phone
and have a van load
delivered to his door
Picks up a rope
and hangs himself
It isn't easy to understand
why a man in great need
clings to life
and a man with no apparent need
takes his life
It is said - "A man cannot live on bread alone"
And it would be reasonable to suppose
he considered the supermarket to have nothing
to comfort the torment
of his hungry soul.
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Crash and Burn
When I think of
all the things I should have done
all the things I could have done
all the things I've never done
I feel like my soul is on the run
I've always been too cautious too sensible too wise
A kamikaze pilot comes to mind
methodically going through
the correct take off procedure
then skilfully flying his plane
on his way to crash and burn
We should begin at the crash and burn
but that is where we end
and if in this moment
we know what we should have done
it comes with the price that the chance is gone
and this is where we find and can hardly miss
as it dances a Jig
around the smouldering wreckage
of all our sensibleness
And in this moment I will know
I should have lived more on the edge
I should have taken more chances along the way
does it matter if we singe our wings
when we're going to crash and burn anyway
This is what I believe
I believe that one day soon
I will stand before God
and there be asked to give an account of my life
and what will I say
will I say
"Caution made me recklessly
throw every chance away"
That would be a twist in the tale
a day of going back to school
to learn all I should have been
was more of a fool.
Someone's got a Cadillac
and they are so rich
they wouldn't even care
if they slid it in a ditch
Someone's got a ford
it needs an m.o.t.
and in the words of the song
they should - Let it be
Someone's got a rolex
but the time doesn't matter
they wear it to show
that their times are better
Someone's got a seiko
they look at it and curse
it tells them to hurry
or they'll miss their bus
Someone's got a choice
of where to live and what to do
"We just had to buy the place
when we saw the view"
Someone's got a flat
they loathe with pure disgust
the view from the window
is another drugs bust
someone's got the penthouse suite
someone's got a cardboard box
they have plenty paper
but not the kind that talks
The sum of a human life
is not in what we possess
the riches of the wealthy
do not make the poor worth less
The nationless refugee
dying from hunger beside the road
has the value of you or me
in the reckoning of God
We have all come from God
and to God we shall return
and in the flame of judgement
paper is the first to burn.
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
The Meccano Set
My Father gave me a Meccano Set
but whatever I tried to do
there was never enough bits
to see the project through
I nearly made a bridge
I almost made a crane
I became a little miffed
and decided to complain
'Father' I said - 'This Meccano Set'
'Half of it's not there
whenever I try to use it
I'm tearing out my hair'
He looked at me and he smiled
with a knowing kinda glow
the way Father's do before explaining
something you don't know
He then said - "son
if I gave you Worlds to play with
it wouldn't be enough
you would still come before me
complaining in a huff"
"The more parts the more scope
to make a greater wrong
the tyranny of a distant World
sending a greater bomb"
"Do not despise your Meccano Set
the missing pieces will keep you safe
where understanding ends
span the chasm by faith"
Sunday, 9 November 2014
This is Culloden Moor the site of the Battle of Culloden near Inverness.
Here on the 16th of April 1746 the Army of Prince William the Duke of Cumberland.
Strengthened by many Scottish recruits who did not want a Jacobite King.
Defeated the mostly highland Scottish Army of Prince Charles Edward Stuart.
The great possibility of there being no First World War and therefore no Second World War
also died that day on Culloden Moor.
Friday, 7 November 2014
Arnold Abbott 90. being arrested for feeding the homeless in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
The wisdom of Solomon
The wisdom of Solomon
was not to rule
but to know he was
a wretched fool
To have your soul
before your eyes
it could be said
such a man
could be wise
But in such cases
the subject - usually dies
And if they live
you wouldn't want to hear the cries
So for the sake
of keeping your cool
it's best to believe
you're not a fool
But be careful in the choice
of what you despise
what kind of wisdom
must point out a fool
to make it seem wise.
Walking the wastelands of meaningless vanity
stripped of illusions grasping for sanity
Crumpled in a doorway
watching people pass
some stopping to admire
the pillows quilts and beds
behind the plate glass
The darkness of night
brings a dark thought
- you'd be better off dead -
until the light of remembering
(The son of man
to lay down his head)
Resting in the comfort of this thought
until the break of day
awaking and believing
there is one who knows the way
When the Towers
of human illusion fall
the wastelands appear
in poignant clarity
and in the midst
one man left standing
The Christ - The Reality
toward the Citadels
the heart recoils in pity
the fallen Towers of human mastery
it was all a cardboard City
And the people
we stepped over
dismissed - with a meagre ration
are waiting in the wastelands
and greet us with compassion.
Saturday, 1 November 2014
upon the twilight
of an apprehensive morning
slowly turning grey
in the sunless dawn
such a long night
has finally broken
into an appropriate day
the industrial sky
rain falls orange
on the street below
and sparks up
into an angry ballet
with latticed steel
imposing it's dimensions
upon the horizon
clothed in shadows
standing to attention
locking out the night
the workers of the earth
sleep and awake
and the soul
is a silver thread
spun upon a reel
than the mind can know
than the heart can feel.
Thursday, 30 October 2014
The Antichrist is not a person
It is a system of world control that ignores the life the work and the teaching of Christ.
Corporate, pompous, arrogant, self seeking
revealing itself in acts of barbarism, cruelty and disregard for the sanctity of all life.
UK axes support for Mediterranean Refugee rescue operation.
Britain will not support any future search and rescue operations to prevent migrants and refugees drowning in the Mediterranean, claiming they simply encourage more people to attempt the dangerous sea crossing, Foreign Office ministers have quietly announced.
The British refusal comes as the official Italian sea and rescue operation, Mare Nostrum, is due to end this week after contributing over the past 12 months to the rescue of an estimated 150,000 people since the Lampedusa tragedies in which 500 migrants died in October 2013.
Refugee and human rights organisations reacted with anger to the official British refusal to support a sustained European search and rescue operation to prevent further mass migrant drownings, saying it would contribute to more people dying needlessly on Europe’s doorstep.
The Home Office told the Guardian the government was not taking part in Operation Triton at present beyond providing one “debriefer” – a single immigration officer – to gather intelligence about the migrants who continue to make the dangerous journey to Italy. From the Guardian.
Monday, 27 October 2014
If the world doesn't owe you a living
Then who does the world owe a living to
The unscrupulous the conniving the manipulative the exploitative
The world must owe them a living because they have it all
They also have the gall to tell an honest working man
That the world doesn't owe him a living
And the ordinary man is so manipulated that he believes it.
Friday, 24 October 2014
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Every Dystopia begins with a blueprint for a Utopia.
1,000,000 People in Scotland
are currently living under Dystopian oppression.
People are working in full time jobs but do not get enough pay
to cover their bills and feed themselves so they must go to food banks.
People who are unemployed can have their money stopped
by the arbitrary discretion of the woman who works at the job centre
so whether they eat or starve could depend on her good or bad day.
Both of these conditions are examples of Dystopian oppression.
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Human hurt - grief anxiety worry fear emotional pain
Are fed and nourished by our inability or our unwillingness
To grasp and accept that this is the stuff of life
Thinking we should be happy having contentment and peace
Is only adding the extra torment that something is missing something is wrong
What is missing what is wrong is our lack of understanding
That our hurt and our sorrow and our grief is - life
Torment of expectation is in expecting life to be carefree
When in reality it is the nature of human life to be troubled