A draft from the past….Pinocchio

I just found this among lots of draft blogs.  I could probably add something about The Three Little Pigs but for the sake of posterity I’ll leave it as it was written.

Let us not rush into any more wars,
Not on the word of a liar,
If only his nose grew like little Pinocchio,
Or his pants really did catch on fire.
He is an actor that has learned his trade,
In the Skull and Crossbones secret ways.
He plays with false flags,
As he drives around in jags
Acting like we’re all toys
Here for the joy of the Eton boys
To die in their wars
While inflicting more sores
In a world already so deeply scarred
Minds so terribly marred
Step back from the madness we see
It’s the only way clearly to see
We’ve been programmed with the language of lies
Terror’s been spread in their well acted sighs
Contagious the disease has run wild
Infecting the future of every child
Now they’re calling for more war?
As Scotland’s showing Westminster the door
We ain’t playing your rules,
You blood-thirsty fools
The extremists are your creation,
A result of bombing a nation
Well that and your skulduggery
And out and out thuggery
You think we don’t know
How you write the full script
Then play it over and over in our minds
Our emotions heightened to blind
The tears we have cried at the times you have lied
Have left a gift in their place,
With clarity we looked at the news,
No longer buying your views
Stop acting like we have no choice
And start listening as we speak with one voice
We will not be manipulated any more,
We will no longer fight in your wars
Gone are the ways of the past,
Our true voice set free at last
Peace the proclamation as we move forward with glee,
Reclaiming our sovereignty, we set ourselves free
Into a future at one with the World
Educating and empowering the boys and the girls.
Creating a future that shines a bright light,
On leading with love instead of dominating with might
We’re so close now Scotland, and the death throes are messy
And Cameron may be a bully but he’s also a big jessie!!
He’ll pull out every tool he can find to even the field
But it’s harvest time now and it’s time to yield
The future they planned is ours for the taking.
A future at peace is one we’ll be making
Decommissioning Trident with our courageous hearts
Showing the world we can have a fresh start
No longer tied to the bondage of past
Finally from the chains we’ve broke free at last
Imagining the future, drawing it close
Energising the vision, we want to see most.
Vote YES on the 18th September,
A day future generations will always remember.

Just for Fun

Zebedee

Your

Xylophone

Wailed

Victoriously

Ushering

Tomorrow

Starts

Revealing

Quintessentially

Perfect

Orgasmic

Neutrinos

Meandering

Lovingly

Kissing

Jupiter

Intergalactically

Hyper-driven

Gratefully

Following

Evolution

Driving

Conscious

Ballroom

Anarchy

An Ode to Friends

There are times we pass like ships in the night,

then others we’re hardly out of sight.

You don’t judge the shadows under my eyes,

you give me a hug when I’m full of sighs.

We’ve giggled, danced and sang some songs,

we’ve righted the world from all its wrongs.

No matter if we’re together or not,

you’re never far away from my thoughts.

As life sails along and you’re pulled by the waves,

And you wish at times you could run away

Think of me as I think of you

and hopefully, you will smile too x

 

Heavenly Love

A tribute to my Uncle Bill Roy

I know why you couldn’t wait

your love had wedged the gate

keeping it open for you to slide through

so once again she could be close to you.

 

You slipped off when you had the chance

To be reunited in the eternal dance,

Free at last from your earthly bounds,

you smile and laugh as you spin her round

 

You don’t hear the angels serenading

As they join you both in celebrating

heavenly love returning home.

 

My Love for Irene Roy

 

What love has connected

no distance can divide

I am always with you,

in the love you have inside.

 

Until we meet again my love

I’ll never be far away.

Tune into your heart

where I’ll always stay

 

Together in the laughter,

together in the tears

As we have always been

during our many happy years

 

Until we meet again my love

don’t think I’m far away

Tune into your heart

where I’ll always stay

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 



The Final Whistle

Sitting on the side-lines

cheering less and less

Disconnected voices

never sensing my distress.

Benched by circumstance

not an inability to play

Poverty of opportunity

the price I’m forced to pay.

 

How do I stay connected,

when I’m stuck within these walls?

 

I still turn up to training,

hoping my time has yet to come.

but the team fails to see

the shadow I’ve become.

The alarm bell is ringing

the side-lines call again,

but I’ve decided to stay at home

reconnect with lost friends…

 

Will they notice my disconnection,

or the space upon the bench?

 

I shower and prepare myself

for this meeting of minds

No longer care about connecting

with my team-mates who went blind.

I check my reflection in the mirror

to check I’m ready to go

then I count out the tablets

before I change my mind to no.

 

Did we win today I wonder,

as the final whistle blows…

 

 

National Suicide Prevention Week 2019

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, advice and help can be found here.

http://www.nspa.org.uk

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/suicide/

The Goddess of Illusion

Ist Century fresco of Medea from Wikipedia

“Get on your f’n mask!”
screamed the Libertarian
to the lonely librarian.
As the freedom fighter
shared all the rules.
Watching Orwell’s imagination
Repeat on station after station.
Pens at the ready to herd us all in.
Imprinting a story to keep us within.
The Goddess of illusion cycling
Round and round on repeat
A poison chalice douses naked feet.
Trickling through, eroding away,
reserves and progress all washed away.
Limits stretched to the extremes.
Set the alarm, wake from the dream.

https://prezi.com/svymxtgdd6do/medea-the-goddess-of-illusion/?fbclid=IwAR3coGmFqElefUkj0HpROXqeiUbM2XlIUx0qCQ0LLjZLvu4cNyNg2hey5SM

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medea

Rejection

The moderator has fallen asleep

and logic has left the building.

Isolated from my dreams,

hope shattered once more.

As my broken heart screams for acceptance

from these three strangers symbolising a society

that seeks solutions in experience.

Imagination and creativity trail behind

only a few steps from the starting line.

Too tried to try again,

my only fuel now rage.

Tears blinding, I try to step forward

But I stumble and fall

Slumping to the ground with a thud.

Passers by stop to stare

as friends whisper in my ear

the words I’m not ready to hear

“Whit’s fur ye will no go by ye”

Which I know is true

because I’ve saw it too

But for now, all I can see is how hard it’s been

to have yet another crushed dream.

Double Dare

When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams..


The signposts unclear
obscured by fear,
emotion blinds logic
repetition's hypnotic
stories unfold
by what we are told
over and over again
weary and drained
look here, watch this
headlines to the abyss
pathways of terror
by programmed pall bearers
carrying coffins of doom
truth has no room
in this hotel of darkness
in a world of starkness
don't question the insanity,
where's the humanity?
accept what you're told
don't dare be so bold
to think for yourself
go directly to hell
do not pass go
don't stop
don't wonder
never analyse
never ponder
take a chance
double dare you
hurry now
before they snare you

When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams...

The Shofar Shout

Only some will hear the shofar shout

its echoes trumpet through the land

In towns and cities, people alarmed,

In valleys and on Highland summits

where sheep are now farmed.

Heaven’s mountain overlooks it all

Wondering if they’ll heed the call.

The discordant drumming

shakes those still sleeping

As angels wipe away 

tears of the weeping

a million footsteps

can be heard if you listen

a million teardrops

of mourning glisten

the prayers of the past

and the future merge

as all paths of light

harmonically converge.

What awaits us now 

only time will tell 

as the bridge is revealed 

between heaven and hell. 

Close the book of history 

and write a new page 

as we awaken to

a new golden age. 

 

I Seek Sanctuary

Mary at the foot of the Cross
Picture from the rear of The Sacristy at Paisley Abbey by Rashelle Reid

I seek sanctuary
from falsified histories
and lies of today.
I seek sanctuary
from those who
pray to prey
I seek sanctuary
keep me safe
in your arms
I seek sanctuary
not just for me
but for all
I seek sanctuary,
hear my plea
I seek sanctuary
let me rise and
catch me when I fall
I seek sanctuary
answer my call
as I answered yours.
I seek sanctuary
to share, to reveal
to teach, to love
I seek sanctuary
to grow, to expand
to live and die in peace.
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