Write Drunk, Edit Sober
Apparently, that’s an Ernest Hemingway quote. It is quite brilliant and sums up how I write – either drunk with alcohol or spirit…. Just not sure I edit…. sober or otherwise – at least not here… Write Drunk, Edit Sober I sit here with my white wine Ziggy plays on the stereo The keyboard scattered with Crumbs from lunch My fingers tapping As I am rapping With words I’m drunk Certainly not sober And this poem will never be edited It may be reddited To see what you all think But do you think I care When I share my inner self Gathering dust Sitting on a shelf No one reads my stuff anyway I got lots to say But no one listens So I’m just another drunk Talking
Read More »Right vs Wrong
Is it me or does the line between right and wrong blur the older that you get? We live in what seems to be a duality – there is two sides to everything. As a child we are taught black and white, right and wrong yet as we age, we become aware that choices are not so stark… in fact, choices are complex things. I do believe rightly or wrongly that many sell their ‘souls’ in the pursuit of ‘happiness’ in that they simply stop trying to judge and give in to the demands around them. Others however, continue to seek an answer and carefully analyze each and every choice. They end up sitting on some sort of fence never actually experiencing the true value of life. I’m not sure I
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 »Why?
Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow My eyes are wet I cannot seem to forget What the hell happened? The lump in my throat Reading your last note What the hell? Yes, What the hell? What were you thinking? Guess we will never know Why you decided to go People bury their secrets The outside not the inside So what was it inside of you? Was it something you thought you knew? Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow
Read More »Prostrates – Who Wants Them?
As many men my age will know, prostrate pain is very annoying. It is a low grade pain or soreness that grates on the nerves over time. It causes depression apparently and I can see why. I have suffered from this since my mid 30’s and it is progressively getting worse. The first time was in Houston and I recall being very nervous visiting the doctor but a month of very strong antibiotics sorted it. These days, I take all kinds of herbal remedies and only visit the doctor if it gets to the point it is today – feels like someone gave me a good kicking! The problem with this little male gland is that its hard to know what is wrong with it. It is full of very
Read More »Celebrity
I will tell you this In a moment of honesty I would love to be your celebrity Come on you papparazzi You can follow me Snap your snaps and invade my privacy Follow me around in your idiocy I want to be wanted I want to be liked Most of all I want that life Married to a famous wife I’ll sign my autograph Give it on a photograph I wanna be a star I wanna go far I’ll happily be your celebrity Smile with insincerity Give my star studded opinion I want to be in the in crowd Cool, I am ice Even if I’m not so nice Love me Follow me Scream and holler Its no bother Want to be your celebrity Want you to follow me Wouldn’t
Read More »Don’t Feed Their Greed
There is an election coming up in the UK soon and I won’t be voting. I am entitled to but I won’t – it just encourages them you see. Seriously. Politicians these days are career Politicians by and large. They have been learning to lie since college many of them with an eye on a lucrative career in politics. They are not in it to help you or me. Just themselves. A politician is close to where money and power lies. One goes with the other. It doesn’t matter if its fiddling expenses, taking back handers for politic favors or just enjoying a privileged lifestyle – they are ALL at it. Everywhere. The system is truly broken because of it. A politician has his hand in the till at its
Read More »Jumping The Queue
Today, I am stood in a queue. I observe that there is a single line for two checks outs and the person at the front of the line selects the check out that first comes free. I am four or five back and I take my position and aimlessly think of nothing. As I get to the front of the line I suddenly think to myself that now it’s just me here, I am sure someone will push past me when the first check out comes free. The thought slipped out before I had a chance to stop it. As soon as it was released I knew….. The guy behind spotting his opportunity jumped in front of me to the left hand check out. I stood there dismayed. Then I
Read More »Vysehrad
This weekend, we were in Prague. A beautiful city with lots to see including Vysehrad. We had never been to Vysehrad for some reason and so that is where we spent Saturday afternoon. Vysehrad has some magnificent views of the river and the city. It also has a church – St. Peter and St. Paul. They charge money to look around the church so we did’t bother but we did wander around the churchyard. Don’t ask me why but that cemetery really creeped me out. It had a sense of something unpleasant and rotten. It left a deep and gloomy impression on me that I am yet to entirely shake off… Cold aged stone has lost its polish The words still legible mourn Moss grows and the ground is damp
Read More »Symbols of the Goddess
Over the last few years, I have increasingly enjoyed getting into nature. I am also rekindling my interest in geology and these days enjoy nothing better than getting out into the wild with my hammer. There is a magic about certain places that I have noticed more and more recently. You can sense the nature spirits and of course, the Goddess herself in such places. I have always enjoyed solitude in nature and once spent an entire 6-weeks geologically mapping the island of Eigg off the west coast of Scotland where, for days and weeks at a time, I didn’t see another human. I found that I began to have all sorts of spiritual experiences there including hearing angelic singing and seeing certain things from the other realms (Some of
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