Soul Versus Mind Versus Heart – Rounds 1, 2, 3 and 4
When you try
When you really try
It is simply astounding, the amount we CAN CHOOSE to forget (mind wins)
But one day; one day; life will catch your professional soul off guard (soul wins…the soul does not forget; what the heart and mind try to filter out)
So; you will remember Read the rest of this entry
Catch me if meow can Mother Fucker!
The predator came again (yawn)
The Hunter, The Stalker, The Trier, The God of the Web Pilferer’s…The Leader of the Western Plates
But; where oh where was the prize?
“She’s a quick as a fucking cat that one”
Overhearing the Peast, she meow’d with delight and ran…
“Catch me if meow can”
For the last few weeks, I’ve been watching this series on policing in England; and needless to say, I’ve been shocked at some of the acts I’ve seen…varying from immense kindness to immense brutality
It seems we (British people) tolerate our policemen smashing the shit out of certain innocent people with metal bats; so long as they are ultra polite when they issue our speeding tickets; which they ALWAYS are!
Then I got to thinking about how much we take for granted as normal…ONLY because we’re used to it.
Thanks to Easy Jet and the birth of tiny toiletries, I was able to go on several cheapy cheap foreign adventures in the last few years. And I ran into the police on 2 of the 3 trips…
First, I went to Krakow in Poland and the gargantuan river Wisla was minutes away from bursting its banks when I arrived. There were sandbags, people and police everywhere; and camcorders! It seems it’s a bit of an entertaining event for the people of Krakow; watching the river swell til it’s too late to run away.
I for one, was getting out of there…
WELL; I dared to attempt to cross a very busy, ‘scarily wide’ road, and apparently; I was not meant to be there
The first I knew of this crime I’d committed, was when the police man I was standing ahead of, accelerated like the Stig (from Top Gear)…and launched his car at me full pelt… until the bumper was an inch from my knees. He then slammed the car to a halt, screeching brakes included; wound down his window; (as did the other Loony copper in the passenger seat) Read the rest of this entry
Girls, do you think I'm in there or what?
Little girls play this game;
They played it when I was tiny; I played it when I was tiny; and they still play it now…
They pick a flower from the ground, and one after the other; they pull off every petal
Each time they tear away a pretty petal, from its life force…
They say the words
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
Personally, I think this game speaks volumes about how girls and boys view love.
(Alert – Huge sweeping generalisation or two, on the way) Read the rest of this entry
We were destined to meet whether you like it or not; but what you do with us now is entirely up to you. I have laid myself bare, my limitations and my overt desire for you are on the table. Are you gonna flip it like you normally do? Or are you gonna try and pull the tablecloth off again? I hope not because you are shit at it! And the crockery savings pot is ebbing away by the day
My ancestors laid lines! Lines!
But they were off course and missed the boat. Granddad always missed the boat, mainly cos of the pretty girl standing next to him at the ticket office! Little Casinova that he was!
The boat set sail from the port for the 20th time, but again, we missed each other…
Then there was war, I woke up determined to walk a million miles to your roots, but when I pulled the curtains back I saw the horror, the little girl from next door was; well she was…in pieces and her hand was lying on my doorstep when I opened the door to leave! Read the rest of this entry
It’s not just that you fool
There is a book to write, a degree to finish, an album to complete, I haven’t even started on project piano, and you know I have the theatre to consider, and the boys!
When am I supposed to find time to fucking love you
My bruises are most tender when they turn from purple to ‘mellow yellow’
There is nothing mellow about him when he comes at me in his favourite yellow shirt
I thought cowards were supposed to be yellow by nature
I loved yellow until you…
I was mellow until you
Of all the people to re-ignite my long-winded fire…
David Pooey Cameron
- Come again Cammy Boy? FAIR???
In reference to capping benefits at X amount of £’s, because there are people at home doing NOTHING (The lady being interviewed would be one of those affected by the new cap and the child benefit reforms, and she is mid way through doing the ‘nothingness’ it takes to rear 5 children; all the things she does to ensure their lives are safe! everyday). Defining this ‘life work’ as NOTHING is perhaps a more fundamental problem for ‘child benefit AND housing benefit’; than the problem of which family to rob first.
It seems Slavery (for parents this era) is back on the ‘forward thinking’ agenda!
He ‘toffed out’ his disgust that a person at home, should never ever be getting the equivalent of a £35k salary, after tax!
Which equates to around £28,000
Which is a lot of money!
(Like Parents, Surgeons are responsible for the safety of multiple humans every day, and I think they get a little more than 35k a year)
Single people who are unemployed people do not get £28,000!
Single people get about £57 a week to live, and pay all bills bar rent.
NOTE the significance of rent in his plans… Read the rest of this entry
The Census…the mini book we all filled out like good little citizens, just a few weeks ago. Now we all know that the information the government holds on us all is truly vast, from the sites we click on, to where we shop and what hand we wipe our ass with! They certainly know how […]