Another day in limbo

 

Today I cannot stand the light-hearted sounds emitting from the television set,

I cannot tolerate music of any kind since it evokes memories of something taken from me,

loss overwhelms, loss of freedom, of frivolity, of an era gone and closed, never to be had again,

a turning point in our lives irrevocably closed, one our children one day may conceive to be a fairy tale from a fruitful imagination,

maybe as we look upon the fairy tales from our childhood, so magical, distant and unbelievable, who says that is not how we once were,

creatures of light, flying through the air as a breath of wind, colourful as mischievous laughter, a delight to anyone who sees you, your gift to everyone you touch, love, peace and life.

And all the while the waves keep rolling, another dusk has fallen, another day in limbo,

how long is this going to last……

 

 

Idiocracy has become......

  

I am disgusted by the callous way in which governments are slowly murdering

the citizens of their countries, leaders across the world, elected by the people,

who put their faith and trust into them,

to protect them, their citizens, and the autonomy and wellbeing of their country,

now left utterly helpless, devoid of hope, left to starve,

held hostage by unhumanitarian laws and regulations

aimed at keeping you in a state of fear with rules that induce sickness,

controls that boggle common sense, denying you your right to work,

to make living, whilst handing out fines and threatening imprisonment

(to an unemployed nation, I ask???) and enriching themselves from donations of support,

through their corrupt and inhumane actions,

Idiocracy* has become….. but this is far removed from being a joke,

they are playing with our lives.

 

 *https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387808/

 

 

The Treacherous and Traitorous

What traitorous beings live here amongst us

who feel they have the right to control me

to the extent of whether I may smoke or not,

who feel it prudent to determine exercise times by regulations,

who feel, or rather, welcome wearing a mask,

effectively shutting their voices, degrading themselves

and being an obedient puppet marching to their own demise!

What callous mind can devise a plan so simple

yet so evil so as to control the entire planet

with fear and threats and regulations which have nothing

to do with the supposed cause?

How did so many become so compliant and unquestioning

of what is now their daily life, at home, limited/no income,

limited/no freedom of movement, censorship of speech,

and where the engagement in virtual networks is encouraged

and contact with real people shunned?

How is this rational or normal or in the interest of you and me?

Economies are crashing, farmers are destroying their crops,

humanity is getting restless, how do you foresee a happy ending?

How will having a record low in the influenza death rate in 2020

compensate for the death of every nation on this planet,

for every drop of blood that will be spilt when we rise,

and rise we will, it’s inevitable, on this final, global battlefield.

38 Days in Prison

I wanted to love and be loved,

I wanted fairy tales to be true,

I believed in normal functional families

who helped and supported each other to become better beings,

I thought employers had the interests of their employees in mind,

I thought industries were there to aid towards the goodwill of all mankind,

I believed religion to be righteous and true,

I believed education was for the betterment of humanity,

I thought welfare organisations were there for the causes they represented,

I believed what was told to me, by my elders, my parents, my friends, the words of strangers,

I believed in the intent behind the restoration of wrongs committed,

I believed in a selfless, caring, honest, kind and truthful humanity,

I believed justice always prevails,

I believed light always triumphed over darkness,

I believed in happy endings,

a lot of this has changed and I am mourning the demise of what I believed the world to have been.

Under the Hazel Tree

Tonight I feel the dark man in a black cloak with a hunchback and a crooked nose,

his gnarled stick striking the ground in a rhythm disturbing the hairs at the back of my neck,

I can hear his breath hissing through his rotten teeth, murmuring to himself,

mumblings to remind me of the threats and horrors and all which should not have been,

crooning out my judgment which he will bestow upon me with judicious pleasure.

Cold shivers run down my spine, every nerve ending alert and fully aware of his threat,

getting nearer with every ray of sunlight that slips behind the mountain, with every lengthening shadow creeping closer and closer to me, and although I am gripped by fear, I am not afraid,

because I know his swindling stories, I know his treacherous ways, I feel his maleficence,

and thus I am here, under the Hazel tree, with my hand on my sword and the truth on my lips,
I do not concent to you, I will not bow down to you, and I am waiting, be prepared for a fight.

Let me be a drop of water

Let me be the drop of water falling from the sky,

a drop of water in the cascade of splendor from a fountain,

making rainbows for thirsty eyes who cannot stop shedding tears.

Let me be the drop of rain falling from the sky

into an ocean vast, one tiny little drop in the collective sea

stretching from here to eternity.

Let me be the dewdrop falling into the steam,

flowing down from the highest mountain, finding its way along an effortless trail,

through crevices and under rocks, through soft sand and around tangled roots,

becoming ever stronger, growing, gaining strength and wisdom

from the battering through many rapids before hurdling down a waterfall,

falling, falling, falling, to become the mirror-smooth lake

at the outstretches of the maelstrom, cleansed by the path it followed,

all the while held in the fluid arms of the creator.

Now you can to see through the sparkling water the dancing rays of sunlight

playing hopscotch over moss covered stones and swaying fronds,

colouring the scales of the water creatures in the metallic shine of mystical knowledge,

of change, rebirth, renewed, adapted, accepted, and there’s wonder in that which we are,

who we’ve become, who we were destined to be just as the spirits, flying free in the breeze,

seeing from eyes of love and peace, tolerance and friendship, kindness and empathy,

of all, for all and everything that is.

The End of a Dream?

Remember that Thursday morning you went to work,

it was raining, the traffic a mess, umbrellas darting across busy roads to a barrage of hooting,

the sky so dark with clouds you thought the sane ones were those at home, dry and warm,

and that mid-Summer Tuesday afternoon when the sun was blazing, baking down on people streaming through the streets towards the nearest shade or tree or building with air-conditioning,

and noon one Friday in Spring, when an air of happiness permeated the spirit and doused every thought with pleasure, excitement and anticipation,

thinking about an evening of dancing, laughter and desire for the one you're with,

carefree, following every impulse, urge and signal absorbed under the silver moonlight of the sleeping hours,

until eventually you drifted away on a liquid cloud of satiation and the fulfilment of the dream that was yours to live that day,

how I wish for a day such as those, will they return, or has the world forever changed?

Empty

It’s hindersome, this inward way when the outwards one is restricted,

raises the kinds of thoughts usually dismissed by that e-mail or phone call,

no distractions has freed the mind, filling it with the normal and the wayward,

into the mystical and fantastical, into the dreamy, and into hell,

and it’s tiresome, this battle to keep the darkness in its rightful position,

it’s downright impossible those times I cannot help but let the tears flow,

when a song I loved, a song about love and life, sunshine and movement,

highlights this current state of isolation we find ourselves in.

Yesterday I drove the pass on our doorstep at the proper speed deemed for my car

because I could, there was no one, not another car, not a moving creature, nothing,

four lanes of emptiness... and that’s how the chambers of my heart feel right now, empty.