Wednesday, 10 June 2015

'Have you got the Scrolls' - 'No I always walk like this'


 The heavens receded like a scroll being rolled up,
 and every mountain and island was removed from its place.
 Revelation 6

Is the universe a two dimensional mathematical equation
projected as three dimensional to the observer?

Is the observer also a dimension?


Saturday, 25 April 2015

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

The Past


Catching a glimpse of a time yet to come
is not seeing the future from the present
but is seeing the past from the future
it is not looking forward but looking back.

Glimpsing the future is from looking back over time
from a place where all time is history.


Thursday, 19 March 2015

Darkened.

       
      
       I look through a glass darkly
       darkened by my fallen sight
       the images are blurred
       but O my God I can see light.

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Milk for the Road.


Milk for the Road

Subtle sickly sweet hypocrisies
turn them sour overnight
xenophobic by morning
Police and men from the council
demand that we move on
from their picturesque village
and neighbourly people
We are breaking the law
of aesthetic ambiance
causing the people
to become transmogrified
by our vicinity
to their cocoon
of acceptable association

This is one of the first poems I wrote.
It's about my family being moved on by police and council men
which was a regular occurrence.

What is truth?

For many people
If the personal delusion of who they think they are
were removed from them
then their personality would collapse
in a blithering heap of disorientation.

The truth of who we are is in how we are seen by God.
The truth is not in our own judgement or opinion or criterion or fantasy
the truth of who we are is what God sees when He looks at us.

By nature we compare ourselves with other people,
and by nature we need to find someone or something to be less than we are.
But at the end of the day it's all a human folly that can and has become an evil.
We are already witnesses to what can happen when the flaws in human nature become a political dogma legislated into law.
The beginning of knowing the truth is to see ourselves as a sinner in the sight of God.
This is the first photo in the album of seeing ourselves as God sees us.

Thou God seest me. Genesis 16:13.

Herrenvolk.

From the corner of my eye
I can almost see
in a recess of my mind
something dark is watching me
Moving in shadows
but not caused by light
emanating darkness

Held at the gate
by the keeper of the keys
kept in quarantine like a disease
Endlessly pacing
the confines of it's cell
Glaring defiantly
with the venom of hell

Here is
The accuser of my soul
the robber of my peace

Here is
The hand of iron
fashioned in a cross
fashioned to deceive

Here is
The God of racial supremacy
the master of the master race
the destroyer of worlds

And from you where can I flee
to the highest mountain or the deep blue sea
I will take you there with me.

Jackboot

As you get older you tend to see or have more of a handle on things as they are.
When you're younger you're full of ideals, you want to change the world.
Then one day you catch a glimpse in the mirror you don't like and realize this is the you that's just as bad as all the people you had wanted to save the world from.
Then you know you're not just the victim of all the bad stuff that goes on in the world you're also the perpetrator.
I suppose that's got something to do with the young being full of ideals and people who are a bit older receding into resignation.
Jesus said to his disciples - "you have more to learn but you cannot bear it all just now." I think some of what they could not bear was the truth about themselves in the sight of God.

Does this mean we should do nothing - No, we should still try but to me - not to change the world but to change one heart at a time beginning with our own.
What we need to find within ourselves is not the "good" but the "Jackbooted Goose-stepping Nazi." Subdue this part of ourselves first then the good will come.

Reposted from Friday 21 October 2011.


Sunday, 15 February 2015

Possibility.


With an Electron Holography Microscope and a Nanotube

There could be a possibility of locating and weighing

The integrity of a Newsreader.


Saturday, 7 February 2015

Kristiana Coignard.

 
 
“I think it was a cry for help,” Robertson said of the police interaction that ended in Coignard’s death. “I think they could have done something. They are grown men. I think there is something they are not telling us.” -  Link.



Sunday, 25 January 2015

Big Fish.



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

Prime Minister's Questions

                                                                                                           
 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"

"You're Welcome"

The picture is of Dr David Kelly.

Harold Pinter.






Sunday, 11 January 2015

Pre - Birth. By Tony Blair the Devil's Gimp.







Jim Murphy - Tony Blair's Gimp.



Does this man want us to follow him or chase him. To me he reeks of  Tony Blair's slime,
and I think we should chase him all the way back to Westminster.
The photo is from BBC Scottish news, to inform us how great a guy he is.


Saturday, 10 January 2015

WD - 40 = The Population of Britain In My Lifetime.



 World Deaths By Suicide One Every 40 Seconds.
                                                                WHO Link.


Sunday, 28 December 2014

Please don't be kind to me.



Inalienable Charity.

Please don't be kind to me

I can't bear it's cruelty

or pay the 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
"Thank you"
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

Ghosts of the Forest.


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

The Gift.




The Gift.

Yesterday morning
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
"New Shoes"
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

This morning
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"

I replied

"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.



Saturday, 6 December 2014

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Just So.


just as you are
just bring yourself
just between you an' me
just arrived
just ran out
just kiddin'
just sits there
just an excuse
just in time
just give it a chance
just in
just out
just misst' it
just not working just
just have to face it
just because
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 selfish
just a dream
just sick
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 heard
just take your time
just do your best
just a hiccup
just as you say
just flew off the handle
just lost it
just try
just not what I expected...that's all.



Monday, 24 November 2014

Friday, 21 November 2014

Scottish Evening News - First Taster.




Scottish News is a social enterprise, funded by individual donations. This means our bulletin will be free from the influence of shareholders, politicians and advertisers. We are committed to independent journalism speaking truth to power, without fear or favour.

Link - SCOTTISHNEWS.SCOT

Last of carefree days.


Little Hand

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.


Super Market.


Famine

A man in Ethiopia
picks up a piece of thrown bread
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
of delicacies
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.



Thursday, 20 November 2014

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Crash and Burn.



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
.......Folly.......
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.



Cadillac.


Cadillac

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

Meccano Set Instructions.


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"


Longevity.


Did you know

If you

Determine to eat healthy food

Drink lots of water

Do moderate regular exercise

Do not smoke

Drink alcohol only in moderation

Then you may take longer to die.


Sunday, 9 November 2014

Remembrance.



                             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

Solomon.

 

          Arnold Abbott 90. being arrested for feeding the homeless in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

The wisdom of Solomon                               

Part One                                                 

The wisdom of Solomon
was not to rule
but to know he was
a wretched fool

To have your soul
laid bare
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.

Part Two

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
had nowhere
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

Looking back
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.

Parklife.






Saturday, 1 November 2014

The View.


               The View

               The window
               looks out
               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

               Cutting through
               the industrial sky
               rain falls orange
               on the street below
               and sparks up
               into an angry ballet

               Inexorable concrete
               reinforced
               with latticed steel
               rises monolithic
               imposing it's dimensions
               upon the horizon

               Buildings
               clothed in shadows
               are sentinel
               standing to attention
               locking out the night
               locking in
               the workers of the earth

               The prisoners
               of oppression
               sleep and awake
               in poverty
               and the soul
               is a silver thread
               spun upon a reel
               and life
               is more 
               than the mind can know
               but less
               than the heart can feel.


Thursday, 30 October 2014

The Antichrist.


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.

Not Waving but Drowning.


 


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

I O U


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.