Category Archives: Life

Life, Society

Pride of Nations

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These carefully constructed treatise and concepts of sovereignty;

Are all but the allure of common courtesy and respectability;

Belying the animosity, hostility and unpalatable interplay that truly reigns between rulers;

Much like the relationship between rulers and their ruled, strictly behind closed doors-

(Characatured ‘In The Thick of It’, other satires, and hinted at in numerous resignations)

Perception is everything;

With occasional public airings proving to be highly damaging and embarrassing to the status quo;

When image invariably colours public opinion, and is normally determinitive of policy;

Much more is unseen, than seen;

And often times, war is engaged by stealth and is undeclared;

When this animosity spills over for public consumption however,

Pride of nations, often comes before a fall,

While on the other hand:

Such secrecy may be another reason a third great war has been avoided thus far;

Whether we should seek a change, requires immeasurable levels of trust between rulers,

When, evidently, there is none;

So, there is unlikely to be a credible alternative to the status quo, for now!

Life, Society, War

The Good-enough Guys

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Good Guys versus Bad Guys;

It’s a simple tale told since the beginning of time;

The Good Guys can’t be good all the time,

And, turn into Bad Guys… sometimes,

Excuses are excuses, and become inexcusable, when:

The bad things the Good Guys do, turn out not to be just one-offs;

Revelations escape, like faint shafts of light through pinholes in the veil of secrecy,

Maintained in the name of national security, with intricate embroidery around each pinhole;

Trying desperately to disguise and deflect attention, that the veil is nought but a face-saving exercise!

Good-enough guys is what we seem to have ended up with,

And, I ask you in all sincerity:

Is that enough?

Life, Love

Female of the Species

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Woman, you’re a complex puzzle;

Quick to trigger your disapproval;

Slow to give your countenance or affection;

Even slower to forgive, and never forgotten,

I am not a misogynist,

For I *love* women (perhaps even more than you do!);

Your compassion is breathtaking;

Loyalty, remarkable;

And your ability to love unselfishly, is the greatest wonder of nature that has ever been found.

Day Dream, Life

Alcove

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An alcove in the pulsing heart of chaos,

A conclave of sanctuary against all the ‘visititudes of life’;

A place where you keep a firm grip on sanity;

Of who you are;

Gain a sense of reassurance from that singularity;

Calm the mind from restlessness, if nothing more;

Shaking off all the ill-will and distresses of the moment;

Then incrementally draw yourself into a state resembling calmness-

Much like awakening from a vivid dream, come the morning-

An infrequent exercise, most days;

Or, a few times a day during particularly challenging times;

It serves to prove, we all need a ‘fortress of solitude’,

A place to feel sheltered to recuperate;

From this present calamity, if not from all forms of harm;

Though we’d be the furthest thing to superman as you’ll likely find!

Life, Loss, Love

Hole in the Heart

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Watching you walk away;

In a stunned, shell-shocked hue;

Feeling like you’re leaving me nursing a hole in my heart in the shape of you,

Pain and memory work in concert, to remind me of what you were (or, were not) to me,

It can never be cured by any known medical ailment,

And, I will have to nurse and mind its crippling tendencies 24/7 to end of days,

A lover came and showed you a new way of being,

Now she’s walked away, it was almost like a visceral dream that’s left you longing and bemoaning;

It was good, it was bad, and it was in-between;

But it’s time to start over;

‘Cause, if you can feel anything at all;

You’ve got to get up and keep on;

You ain’t nowhere near the best, so you have to work harder than all the rest;

But, self-pittying means you’ve got more time than you need;

When, rest is for the dead, and you ain’t dead yet;

You’ve got to keep moving ’till you are.

Life, War

Fog of War

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The fog of war has descended ;

Thick enough to overwhelm and blight the veneer of daylight,

Everything and nothing are the twin tools of a propagandist;

Believe not from whenst even the wind cometh;

Nor the sudden sharpness to the cold, tricking your goose bumps to rise;

Each act is a strand of a cloak of many colours or none;

Obfuscation has no limitations y’see,

And your continued naivety unto oblivion if necessary, is the only prize!

Life, Love

‘Baby’

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Don’t call me ‘baby’,

I’m your inspiration,

Your guardian, protector, carer and teacher, when you need me to be;

Steering you onto the right course if you veer off,

Your greatest creation;

The best investment you’ll ever have,

I’m your footprint in eternity,

And, your precious legacy;

Until my hour however, I need you to be mine;

And, i’ll come to call you ‘my everything’ in time!

Day Dream, Life

Mr Whistler

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Mr Whistler, you’re like the pied piper of Hamelin,

Except you’re a hard-hatted scaffolder whistling a jonty tune on a sunny day, in modern day Camden,

Your tune carries far and wide: like a pinball, bouncing from ear to ear of every person that passes by,

Some search you out, while others hear you long before they arrive;

A few recognising the tune, others hearing it for the very first time,

Oblivious to all of this, you concentrate on testing the bracket and brace,

While the tune may seem like magic to the gathering crowd below,

To you, it’s a subconscious hangover from a musically-obsessive youth,

Manifesting itself of late into a unconscious habit accompanying your work;

The audience can be an occupational hazard at times,

For, you get so caught up in your work, you forget they grow quite animated and carried-away,

Integrity of the structure is what truly matters to you now, Mr Whistler,

And the applause at work’s end, you treat as appreciation for a job well done,

Rather than a false catalyst for re-hashing a past chasing rockstar dreams, that is in truth are a false economy,

For beauty and fulfilment are in the eye of the beholder;

What you want and need has many layers in-between, and to appreciate the differences, takes time and the dawn of maturity;

And, Mr Whistler, has evidently learned that chasing some dreams (no matter the temptation) are not as fulfilling as he once believed them to be.