Nobody said a word today
They only shone the light their way.
Days, weeks and decades pass.
They never turn to shine the light back
To help us deal with whats coming next
They know the score
So why so quiet ?
Monday, 23 October 2023
Tuesday, 19 October 2021
The End
Do you know how it ends ?
I know youve seen it
The flailing
The mess
A fallen crown
On fallen ground
October 2020
Wednesday, 21 November 2018
November
And gusty winds from snow topped hills
Mixed the North winds moan.
To aid the creak of beams of oak
And set the scene for tea at dusk.
A silent house and blue tinged sky
Tree tops bend and sweep
An unfettered Northern blast.
An arm, or out reached hand demands again
A re-run of the past.
Wednesday, 17 October 2018
The Schism
Jerry Cornelius smiled. All the worlds leaders were safely resorting to type at last. Tyrants were once again happily being tyrants, and not playing clumsy games of democracy. The worlds great democracies were once again ignoring the fact their populations rarely produced a vote that strayed meaningfully beyond a 50 / 50 split. All was happy in the garden. Even the most paradox of democracies, namely Europe, were spitting out resolution after resolution to the set in concrete by the end of the year.
It was true that the world had seen, at times, recently verging on appearing suspiciously generic in its values. Populations suddenly mattered, and their view points were a seduction to leaders who strangely wanted to impress other countries with alien mindsets, it had been a priority... however illogical that seemed. The world had titled due to the balance change. A dangerous and disorientating place.
Jerry knew however that the people were primarily the most hazardous factor in democracy, and that was before the eternal 50 / 50 results had started the routine civil wars. These wars and blood were often shed a local basis, such was the fashion for the " referendum " When viewed from above some countries seriously looked as though a giant cluster bomb had been dropped.
An agent could burn out in a year in such kaleidoscopes. Death was a second by second possibility only avoidable by doing or saying nothing which was never going to guarantee survival indefinitely, just as a rising tide will cover you if you stay still long enough. Dont know the local "hot topics ? " Roll the dice with environmentalist, sexual equalitists and see how you fare. This was the mess that had been unleashed. Western versions of this deadly ecosystem were marginally easier to negotiate than the bastardised tyrant country versions as one could never sniff out the tyrannical government agents and their preferred outcomes. Jerry found chance had served him well here, an under rated tool for the under dog or blind man.
It was true that the world had seen, at times, recently verging on appearing suspiciously generic in its values. Populations suddenly mattered, and their view points were a seduction to leaders who strangely wanted to impress other countries with alien mindsets, it had been a priority... however illogical that seemed. The world had titled due to the balance change. A dangerous and disorientating place.
Jerry knew however that the people were primarily the most hazardous factor in democracy, and that was before the eternal 50 / 50 results had started the routine civil wars. These wars and blood were often shed a local basis, such was the fashion for the " referendum " When viewed from above some countries seriously looked as though a giant cluster bomb had been dropped.
An agent could burn out in a year in such kaleidoscopes. Death was a second by second possibility only avoidable by doing or saying nothing which was never going to guarantee survival indefinitely, just as a rising tide will cover you if you stay still long enough. Dont know the local "hot topics ? " Roll the dice with environmentalist, sexual equalitists and see how you fare. This was the mess that had been unleashed. Western versions of this deadly ecosystem were marginally easier to negotiate than the bastardised tyrant country versions as one could never sniff out the tyrannical government agents and their preferred outcomes. Jerry found chance had served him well here, an under rated tool for the under dog or blind man.
Friday, 20 April 2018
Doorway to Spring
A Spring paper moon hangs in the West
A crescent silhouette .
As her hips twist
An easy contorted lean on my threshold.
A peripheral temptation of shining black.
A crescent silhouette .
As her hips twist
An easy contorted lean on my threshold.
A peripheral temptation of shining black.
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Aeon 28
The truth is seen in an urban shadow
A gust of wind within a fag end day
Drab nettles wave briefly
I pass.
An unseasonaly cool afternoon.
I felt the truth on a Summers evening
This time under somewhat more glamorous conditions
A gust that sent long grass swaying
Sunset sunlight ecstasy sweeping her hand across the land
In a moment it was gone
But a repeating child's toys jingle
Continued that which had passed so quickly by
I saw the truth once in falling flakes
A hard frost full moon December dusk
A silver early Christmas moon
And that music playing in my ear
And an earth quake rumble I remember too.
Ive felt the truth in the dark of cinema credits
Yes, really
The moment between my conscious level changes
Revealing a burst of unguarded charge
Random image validation
And oh so such a wordly messenger
Unaware of cosmic cogs.
Another verse of subjective beauty ?
No, I bore you by now I'm sure....
And now for the rude awakening.
All this was but window dressing
And very pleasant was it too !
The truth I do not speak was but a mirror held up to what ive seen.
A catalyst.
Volatile.
Over powering.
What goods this truth now in such earthy days ?
The currency that one day may pay ?
A luxury.
An investment ?
.
A gust of wind within a fag end day
Drab nettles wave briefly
I pass.
An unseasonaly cool afternoon.
I felt the truth on a Summers evening
This time under somewhat more glamorous conditions
A gust that sent long grass swaying
Sunset sunlight ecstasy sweeping her hand across the land
In a moment it was gone
But a repeating child's toys jingle
Continued that which had passed so quickly by
I saw the truth once in falling flakes
A hard frost full moon December dusk
A silver early Christmas moon
And that music playing in my ear
And an earth quake rumble I remember too.
Ive felt the truth in the dark of cinema credits
Yes, really
The moment between my conscious level changes
Revealing a burst of unguarded charge
Random image validation
And oh so such a wordly messenger
Unaware of cosmic cogs.
Another verse of subjective beauty ?
No, I bore you by now I'm sure....
And now for the rude awakening.
All this was but window dressing
And very pleasant was it too !
The truth I do not speak was but a mirror held up to what ive seen.
A catalyst.
Volatile.
Over powering.
What goods this truth now in such earthy days ?
The currency that one day may pay ?
A luxury.
An investment ?
.
Thursday, 27 April 2017
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