Always the song and never the singer,
Always the pain and never the bringer,
Always the cloud and never the lining
Always the poems that never stop rhyming
Archive for February, 2010
21
Feb
10
Thinking
Heart racing.
Blood dripping
Men chasing.
Clothing ripped
Street lights beaming
Shadows stretching
Black jacket man on the run.
Scuffling shoes,
Snap decision.
Badly timed.
Head lights dazzle.
Tires screaching
Sheilding eyes.
Sudden hault
Impatient horns
Angry shouts
Breathing hard
Men chasing.
Turning.
Facing.
“There he is”
“He’s in the road”
Stairs ahead.
Bridge above.
Black jacket surges on.
Black jacket man.
Heart racing.
Scuffling shoes on metal steps.
Looking.
Leeping.
Fingers grasping.
Pulling up onto the ledge.
Wind howling.
Chasers scowling.
Out of reach black Jacket stands.
Climbing slowly.
Chasers follow.
Cold and hollow, black jacket waits.
Standing.
Waiting.
Hesitating.
All three upon the roof top stand.
Arms raising.
Speaking softly.
Arms out stretched.
“Forgive me please”
Leaning backwards.
Men run forward.
Black jacket falls.
The men look over
Black jacket falls
Eyes of horror
Black jacket.
Black jacket
Red stains.
Cracked tarmac
Crimson blood
Cracked skull
Life ending
People screaming
Tears streaming
Cars gather
Traffic haults.
Black jacket lifeless
Black jack young
Black jacket
Black jacket
Black jacket gone
19
Feb
10
Get Out Clause
Pescatarians, they’re like vegetarian lawyers that found a loop hole that lets them be hypocrites, a sort of “lets have our cake and eat it too” policy.
17
Feb
10
All You Need Is Love?
Well The Beatles made this phrase popular. Though intended as a soppy lyric, let’s hope that a society doesn’t get founded on this principle.
They would in a very short period of time become massively dehydrated and would suffer from starvation, a self inflicted genocide.
This isn’t intended as a serious blog entry.
16
Feb
10
A-ok
I was born, Christian and braught up through the formative years of my life a child of Christian parents.
We had prayers and would sing hymns in assembly at school. The prayers ending with the traditional classicly conditioned, postively reinforced “amen” that we would drone back to Mrs Anderson or Father Peter.
We would sit crosslegged like this every morning for years.
I wasn’t informed about other faiths nor was I encouraged to explore avenues beyond the simple Christian framework that was being imposed.
We would have school events conducted in church.
Even a harvest event (pass over) every year, where we would sing
“Lord of the harvest Lord of the field, give thanks now to god in nature revealed”
Years later it’s only now I realise that essentially Christianity was not so much taught but inflicted and imposed.
In religious study lessons we would briefly talk about the names of the major faiths given an extremly simplified history and a brief mention of each religion’s figure head.
We only ever visited churches. Perhaps monks or Muslims didn’t want a group of kids running amuck with their imagination it could be that we only had churches in my home town, but quite frankly it’s apauling.
Not as much as aranging a local Muslim, Sik or Buddhist etc to come and talk to us.
Force fed Christianity that would suit our needs.
As Richard Dawkins so wonderfully put it:
“There is no such thing as a Christian child, only a child of Christian parents.”
15
Feb
10
Supremacy
I am an enemy of supremacy.
Born a son of democracy.
Will die with liberal empathy
This is who I live to be.
13
Feb
10
Meet Your Maker
Another one of those phrases bounded around often in fantasy films but equally as often in every day life.
This is an asumption that god exists.
I don’t have to worry about meeting my maker. I met both of my makers 22 years ago when I was born and I’ve known them ever since.
11
Feb
10
Amusing Thoughts Pt.4
Today’s amusing thought:
If the man or woman that owns the Robinsons juice brand were to invite people to a party would they be cordially invited?
10
Feb
10
Amusing Thoughts Pt.3
Today’s amusing thought:
If seeing is believing, does that make a blind atheist a hypocrite.
09
Feb
10
Tom’s Taxi Tales
Today was fairly awesome called up united with “hi can I get a taxi from 36 Frederica Road to classic eyes on Bourne Avenue then to the Train Station”
“would you like that now?”
“Yes”
“Would you like that now ?”
“YES”
We then proceeded to speed to the HSBC by the Lidl in Winton. I hop out and impatiently wait for the cue of people to hurry up. Unfortunatley my Moses of cues power was active so I couldn’t part my fellow materialists.
Cash no receit.
“3 minutes”
“Wasnt too bad”
The car leaps into life and we take the next right.
Several hundred yards down the road we stop in traffic and she says:
” that old man went under that bus”
Opening the door she looks back for several seconds, closing it she says:
“old man fell off the curb infront of that bus, the driver got out and helped him up”
“Oh I missed that”
I began to have serious doubts about a career in observational comedy at this point.
“..times your train?”
“twen’y passed”
“Bourne Avene?”
“yeah classic eyes bourne avenue”
We sped off down roads I’d never heard of and minutes later a familiar roundabout appears and I knew that seconds later on the left would be Bourne avenue!
…. but
Before that turning I had to stop and apreciate one particular road sign that always brings a smile. Just before the round-a-bout is a sign which reads “Think Bike” this sign is pure genious. Not only is it a sign that cycling is being taken seriously but it also sums up 90% of the girls you’re likely to see in the town centre thus preparing Bomo Square newbs.
We promptly stop at classic eyes for that classic static elevator music style time wasting moment where you have no control of the events.
We sped on taking several… TBC. (Too Be arsed to Continue)
