Donald Trump’s Hair
I think what Donald Trump needs is a good haircut. I know that his current ‘do’ is iconic and sort of his trademark, but seriously, a new style would really help him out. To me, he emulates Yorkshire’s own Arthur Scargill and he was an utter failure too who never understood that his hair was the real issue standing in his way to power. You see, hair is important. Donald obviously has understood this and perhaps believes that it represents his strength and manliness: a bit like that guy in the old testament. Perhaps he thinks that if he has it cut shorter, it will somehow stunt his manhood? I reckon, Donald would look good in a mohican or perhaps a Kojak styling? He could even go so far as
Read More »A Lesson In Loneliness
Have you ever walked down the street aware of yourself? People pass and yet if you look at them, they avoid your gaze. If you are so bold as to speak to them, their eyes open in amazement and you can see that your “Good Morning,” is met with distrust and a suspicion that you want something from them. Whatever happened to joviality? It’s a lesson in loneliness to be out and about and seeking company. I noticed this in the last few days just walking to lunch. You see, I work in a home office alone. Just me and the dog. The dog has plenty of fun licking his balls and barking at the neighbors. Me? I sometimes yearn for company. So, every lunchtime, I take a walk a
Read More »Fool
I have a numbing headache It’s not really painful But sits just on the edge of perception Clouding my thoughts Something weighs heavily on me today Following me like a foul smell Or that stale taste From yesterday’s unwanted cigarette Stubbed out half-smoked In the disgust of will Bent, twisted, broken in this situation I am in Surrounded by comfort All those things Yet I am alone and wallowing in loneliness I walk the street Idly people watching Surrounded by people and abandoned by friends Life is lonely If I could only Be somewhere else at this moment in time On a beach Swimming in the Sea Anything to put a gap between Him and Me Disconnected Momentarily misdirected Wallowing around in an Ocean of bitterness Drinking the cup Swallowed
Read More »How We Are
On Sunday evening I arrived in Zurich airport and headed to buy my rail ticket to Zug. The lady who sold me the ticket told me I had 2 minutes to make the train so I quickly ran to the platform and past the orange vested ticket guys. I flashed the ticket and entered the train as it began to move. I had made it. I sat. Not 30 seconds into the trip, the orange vested inspector asked me for my ticket and I duly presented it. I expected him to stamp it, return it and move on. He spoke to me in German or a variant of it. I explained I didn’t speak or understand German. He replied in English. He told me I had not stamped the ticket
Read More »The Judge Within Me
I have a dilemma. It’s been one of those lifelong dilemmas if I am honest. Here it is. I am interested in people’s thoughts on this one. Inside of me is one character or persona who I will term The Judge. He sits in judgement (reminds me a bit of the Tarot image of The Emperor card to be honest) of me, life and everything. Often, He is quick to speak – “That’s wrong, that’s right, How dare he? What an ass” and so on. He is also the faculty that I use to decide what is right and wrong and what is truth or fiction. He has a purpose. A valid purpose and yet….. I have another aspect that tells me I should not judge and that I am
Read More »Charade
It is just a charade A game deep within a game Hypnotic and beguiling Passing scenery that can be extremely charming All you have to do is chose to Dream a dream into reality But do take care with your sanity. A moving tapestry hung There before your very eyes Strength needed to recognize The strangely sordid lies The game is about creating And also creation sorting Determining what is true But beware because whatever you do It is only ever true for you Geburah is needed here Hold that sphere dear Mars like efficiency Sorts the thoughts Sorts the pictures While Gedulah smiles another Images moving from one pillar Across to the other It is just a charade A game deep within a game Imagine that
Read More »Blue and Red Pills
There are a lot of people who simply are content to be. Given a choice, they’d take the blue pill and sleep. I was amazed last week to find out that a BBC journalist fits that category. He writes well actually. However, he writes BBC propaganda. Stories designed to scare, worry and manipulate. When challenged on this he makes those bland statements that he obviously believes such as calling me a climate change denier not worth wasting his breath on and then later, resorting to belittling and insulting comments such as he can see I am a mystic so was my degree in divination? Once he wound his way through those sort of comments I apparently bored him. Sad. That someone with an alternate viewpoint would bore him. I guess
Read More »Life’s Tipping Point and It’s Impact
How often do you think ahead, plan and look forward to things? How often do you find yourself reflecting back on the past? The reason I ask is because it struck me recently that there comes a time in life when looking back becomes more important than looking forwards. I now call this Life‘s Tipping Point. The idea began to formulate when I was writing How to Create Your Own Reality. I had read an article on experiments that suggested that aging is mostly in your head and it struck a chord with me and the idea that we create our own reality partially as a result of what we think and imagine. The article was fascinating in that it showed that memory or recall in older people could be
Read More »The Mystery of Existence
It’s a truly funny thing As I sit here, another night alone Playing with my mobile phone Thinking back and thinking on A life now set in stone A journey through a changing world I try to make sense of it all Juggling pieces around A jigsaw has only one outcome The pieces only fit one way The picture you portray It makes me wonder If the rest of the journey Yet unrevealed, is already set Sealed, delivered and done Nothing gained, nothing won Alone I am in eternity Alone I am in time and space No winners in this lonely race A cold and lonely dream And I know that it is not what it seems I know that I’m making it up As I go along And it
Read More »A Way Back?
The silver image flickers on screen Moving stills still alive now dance A home movie rerun has begun A 1960’s sun hangs high above us The surf churns and works the beach Moments from a childhood now out of reach Blisters painful on my reddened sunburned back The drifting aromas of cuppa soup Whispered and muted parental voices speak The tent gently flutters in the night breeze I shiver and roll and try to sleep Imagined stirrings of a quantum leap The grass sways in golden waves The incessant buzz of insects grind Dragonflies hover like silky silken copters The heat envelopes us within a shimmer A feeling creeps in – one of déjà vu A crack in time that I might climb thro? The surfboard rides and glides easily
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