Humour
Cynicism
and
Satire
These are the three corners of the intellectuals outer triangle
The angles define their distance apart.
That distance defines them.

Crashing sensations, tumbled and disjointed, hitting every nerve as they fall.
Burning hot yet cold and empty, all in one breath.
The sensation of being wrapped and trapped, primed to explode, not knowing what will trigger it or will you implode.
Memories play on your minds replay screen, then the future scenarios revealed.
Swim till you stop and simply go under or swing from the branch where the dog walkers find you.
The need to run to a place you can hide, but still love lingers and your soul cries.
All that betrays you and all you have left is a childs smiling face three days a week, or a video call.

Without her anchor
Would you stay here at all?
So tired you feel sick but no longer can sleep, your thoughts makes you angry no solace to see.
Be gone now and leave me never look back, for I died long ago somewhere inside.
Stood at a funeral and jealous of him.
I don't know where Jon went but I know where he'd been.

Reminds me of this..

Oh they have always been there.
Watching in the shadows, waiting.
Playing the long game.
At the supermarket, just out of sight in the next isle.
Two seats back on the bus, not too close.. But near enough.
Like a shadow in the shadows.
That stranger you see when you close the curtains..
Just waiting...
Till you invite them in.

It never started out as a journey. There was no destination.
No one place that was ever headed for or a place they could call home.
When they started out they took with them the hopes and dreams of something.
A vision in the mind and heart. But nothing of substance,
nothing but hope.
Then house bought to make a home, plans made and children born.
Jobs changed and hours grew longer.
Quality time is all but over.
Drift along and drift apart,
Journeys end is all they have.

Tickled
and
tempted
whispers
and
looks
Flirting
In
The
Office
Someone
Wants
A
****!

I try every day...
Putting the stars back in the sky

For so long I watched people fall into darkness.
Like the stars that shone so bright in my life.
Put out by others darkness the beauty removed, the light extinguished.
I was one of those stars, gone.
I couldn't shine as so many dark clouds hung over me.
We are all the same.
All we are is the dust from stars, nothing more... or are we.
I wallowed in darkness of depression like a weather front obscured me.
Dark clouds others left.
But sometimes I would see a star shine in the night sky I just had to wait for the clouds to clear.
I would hang onto its light like my very life depended upon it.
The wind simply blew them...away.
That was it!!
They hadn't stopped shining, nor had I.
We just couldn't be seen for all the dark clouds in life.
It was like a eureka moment.
What if each day I did one act to clear someones clouds.
Try and blow them away a little bit.
Do that and someone sees them shine.
Ask nothing in return save this..
When you can however small, blow someone elses clouds away if you can.
So I began.
Sometimes it was something big to move a cloud.
More often just something they couldn't do themselves but massive to them.
I mean we are just the stuff of stardust, just energy so why not use it?
Could it be that simple?
One cloud at a time pushing them out of the way.
Little clouds mostly and occassional big cloud and the odd storm.
But.. it worked.
Putting the stars back in the sky one deed at a time.
Here's the point.
My life is full of stars again.
People who shine because helping them clear their clouds gave me back that.
Try it
Just one little thing to remember..
If you help one star shine
you brighten your own sky..
Their clouds may be your clouds too!
You may not get it right every time.
One day at a time
One cloud at a time
But try x

I think valentines is needless
A media free for all!
Show some one you love them,
As you forgot to for the last 12 months.

Say it with flowers to make a statement, and show them that you care.
Is it them you're trying to impress? Or the rest of the world.

Then tomorrow back to normal till this time next year. When once again a cheesy card and nothing that is real.

Well I can't subscribe to that, for I don't see its worth.
I would rather tell someone they are beautiful when they least expect the words.

Tell them that their smile excites you and makes your universe feel bright.
That you find it hard to talk to them and look into their eyes.

You fear that if you looked for too long somehow you would be lost.
But you stare when she's not looking tempting fate at any cost.


Tell them when you wake, they're the first thought on your mind.
You picture their smiling face when you open your eyes.

Tell them that their voice melts you in some unexplained way.
Because what they say matters, not simply just the words.

But most of all tell them, if you get the chance.
Tell them when they need it most, not as a Valentine's expense

Tell them for no reason, you don't have to shout.
Whisper to them gently, hug them when they're down.

Because it could make the difference between their light and darkest hours.
They may not feel the same but dare you take the chance?

Then there is their humour. Tell them how they make you laugh.
How they make you think of them when they're not around.

So that's all I have to say just words nothing more.
All I want to say but can't to who I adore.

It doesn't mean I don't want to, it doesn't mean I don't care.
I don't think it would make a difference.
Because for her romance is dead.

When you wake up hungover next to a woman you met last night.
Do not shout!
"Unexpected item in the bagging area"

So like everyone I guess, looking for the binary star in our life, the one we dance across time and the universe with and go into a spectacular decay before the end of it all, rather than the supernova that looks spectacular, then explodes wreaks havoc and collapses into a Neutron star at 11pm on a Saturday after 4 drinks and leaves a signature of chaos remembered for evermore, that your friends will always bring up to remind you of that woman you met!

Crashing on the drums of the ears with the rhythm of madness and the force of hate with the colours of night as they scream of justice with no idea of why

Spash after splash the shells bombarded the waves as the metal hulk ploughed its path through the sea.
All standing as men but mostly boys.
To the left explosions a platoon now lost, not far to go the beach was in sight.
A thud and a shudder as the bow hits the shore.
The door drops forward in a hail of lead.
Front ranks fall slain were they stood.
Lieutenant shouts forward as his head comes off.
Running and crawling sand in their eyes, climbing over their brothers now dead.
Whistles blowing and explosions all around.
They climb in the crater the last one formed.
"Get off the beach" was all that was heard.
But get to where?
As the bullets hailed.

Never trust a Tory
Every one of thems a ****!
Feeding from the working classes
Like vampires at a bloodbank.

Never trust a Tory
They're all the bleeding same
Theiving from the poorest
To fund their second homes.

Never trust a Tory
They steal from everyone
Theft by tax evasion
Self assessed to earn **** all

Never tust a Tory
I dated one once you know
I was her bit of rough
To make her feel benevolent
I showered for a month

When we look into a crowd, how do we know what's real?
Until we physically touch one of those people, how do we know they even exist at all?
Some people say they "see" spirits. Be they dead or from another reality, they believe they see the crossover from one  existence to another.
But what if they do? What if all that we see is as Poe said "A dream within a dream"

Edward scanned the magazine and all its adds, till he found the one that caught his eye.
"Funderwear what ever you want."
Voluptuous and care free, will dress as anything for a further fee.
This was it! His repression over? He made the call, and sent the money over.
All excited showered and shaved he drove over to madam May's.
Up the path and through the door he made his way to the second floor.
A knock on the door and it opened wide, a voice called "Edward, Come inside!"
He entered slowly in trepidation and made his way to the master bedroom.
There she was dressed in a basque, just like he'd asked like a burlesque dancer.
Then the scream.

IT WAS HIS SISTER!

His sister said she was an accountant, she worked in the city and sent money home.
Now he knew, not the numbers kind, his image shattered and his heart now smashed.
She said she would refund the cash but begged him "Please don't tell the folks about this."
They had tea in china cups and were joined by Daisy who owned the rooms.
Daisy was all he ever desired and they chatted into the night. May left at 9 for her next appointment and Daisy took Edward too her apartment.
Morning came only once, unlike Edward the night before, as he and Daisy rode and rode.
He dressed and smiled and she kissed his lips.
Why had he never loved like this?
Daisy asked. Could they meet again? But somewhere else, and not in bed.
They met again, and then some more, they fell in love and so much more.
Daisy's name was really Jane and after a year they both wed.
Family dinners are never dull and Edward's life is quite fulfilled.
May calls often to see the kids and plays the part of Auntie Suzie.
Grandma tells them be good at school and be successful like your aunt Susan!

100 years and once more we will stand silent for the lost of the war.
Millions of lives fighting for what, they had another and more after that.
Millions spent on bullets and bombs, the rich getting richer the poor slain again.

Still men missing
Never to be
Laid to rest
On Englands fields

It dawned on me today how half of my life had slipped away, on auto fill as the web shapes and takes, as we lose more of our self to an ever growing internet.
To the who's who of no one true, that you will never meet or kiss their cheek, or share a drink at a late night bar, but share an argument from afar...
Keyboard flares sent across the net to someone you have never met, who's hiding behind a Qwerty shield and to them that screen is very real!
Or the stars that shine so bright on the browser that's just full of *****.
When shites tupence an ounce and they're worth sweet FA..
But you had to know what they ate today.
Not worth ***** and it's valued more yet they seem like royalty to the poor
So when it dawned on me earlier today that half my life had passed away..
I held a moments silence then, for the passing off the world that's real and those around us in the flesh..
Because it isn't real it's all a place made of one's and zeros to Infinity that will outlive you and me..
So before the rest of life flies by, unplug your mind from the digital hub.
Put the tablet in the drawer and leave the phone till you make a call.
Then call someone that you miss, and tell them that you love them still.
Tell them of your thoughts today and not what you were fed by the internet...
It dawned on me today, tomorrow will soon be yesterday so make the most of the here and now, when it's gone it's not backed up on a card or drive to bring back up when you desire.
Just in memories, that's all, that's it.
Not this internet of ****.

For me there was never a time I felt alone.
Lonely sometimes but never alone.
Even when left and treated harshly I could always find solace in music or a hiltop to watch the world go by and lick my wounds.
But the day came when I was truly alone.
The day I saw her face

As I age it seems to you that I forget the things I need to do.
Names and time, places and meals as each day to you becomes more surreal

Falling in love is a wonderful thing as your heart races and you spread your wings.
Soaring like birds higher and higher.
Till you find they are married and are a ******* liar.

I wear a pilgrim's cloak and yet, I have no faith.
I am awake at night asking questions of God's I don't knowledge.
I walk the day trying to understand who am I?

If you saw a picture that reminded you of me, what would it be?
Clothes I wore or the look on a face.
The back of me as you walked away?
The smile as I wake with eyes still shut.
Or your own reflection with no one to love.
What reminds you of me is just yourself.
A social butterfly that loves herself.
Woe is you and protesteth much, as he calls you fat but you both still ******.
So what reminds you of me is now all that you have.
I left your life 15.45 on Tuesday last.

She asked how long had he been looking for her?
He replied
"My whole life"

Every minute of every day you give your life away.
Each moment spent on all those fools who waste your time and play with you.
Each step at a time one forward two back they play with you as they run past.
The clock ticks so so fast.

His numbers still appear on his locker
His name on the roster
His colleagues still see his face
But all are now a memory
For you took him away

No kiss for his wife
No story for his girls
He won't be home tonight
He has left our world

Photos on the web of a family man
I can't imagine her loss
Two beautiful children
Alone and lost

He only went to work
Just being a cop
The life he loved
The life he lost

How much is enough?

Drinking *** doesn't make you a pirate
Or dressing like a buffoon
The only harties you have
Are the ones you pay or groom
Three in a bed is a nursery rhyme
Not something for every night
But put on that shirt and grab your pistol
Or in your case a guitar
And strut about like bootstrap Bill
Wooing with your charm
But charm like sunlight fades into dark night
When there is no substance and *** and "Coke" are rife
I looked up too you talent
You really did some good
But maybe you're a pirate after all
Leaving a wake of *****

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, a bunch of yesterday's rebels tried to re live days gone by.
Stomping and romping and doing it large, with arthritis pains rageing and eyesight in decline.

But happy in memories and re living their youth, tommorow it's doubtful they will be able to move!
But all was not old, all was not done. For a face at the bar kept watch over them. She wasn't a bouncer or doorstaff in a huff! Just somebodys daughter, who gave a toss.

She watched over her dad to make sure he was good. As he forgot the pain of a marriage that broke.

In a Harley top and a tartan skirt they oggled at her and her rainbow hair.
Just a girl, eye candy to them. A memory of youth and a life misspent.

Now that's the thing! We ain't all the same and one of them wanted to know her name.
Wanted to know what was she doing there.
And looked at her eyes and not at her chest.

Laughter and jokes and hello this is dad, hell we even tried to find him a date!
His friends said wow Mike who was that? Then stereotypical, Foxy you old dog!

He said just someone I met, who shares a few friends and is here with her dad looking out for him.

All the way home they poked fun at him judging by their standards and not his.

So often in life we do nothing and time passes by.
Try saying hello and break the ice.

I won't deny she was pretty too view with a tattood thigh and bright beautiful eyes.
A figure that wars have been fought over in vain...
But to me,
I just knew her as
Jade x

My mind is somewhere else today. A collective lack of sleep and time being the main  protagonists.
But.. A few things made me chuckle.
A good friend and Vicar posted what looks like a screen shot of a prayer meeting on zoom.
Don't think for one minute I'm bashing their faith or ingenuity. Quite the contrary. Talking to him is a breath of fresh air in my experience of organised religion. However I digress.
There are lots of boxes of the participants. And one blank.
With one dark box. No picture. Then that little voice in my head said.. I wonder if they all out of the  corner of their eye kept looking at the box in the hope it says
  "God joined the meeting"
or it suddenly went blindingly bright and a voice said
"Sorry I'm late it's getting busy here with covid, well I'm not late really am I because time is only a  construct for you."
Would the omnipotent one ask how they all were out of courtesy?
Knowing the answer already?
Which leads me to free will.
If God already knows what's going to happen and what you're going to do what is there to look forward to for God?
As you were

Someone once said
"Everyone will have a last day with you."
The thing is you will never know when?
It could be their first day with you.
It could be their worst day with you.
It may have been the greatest day they ever had.
But will you know.
Would knowing change you?
Maybe this was your last day.

I seldom comment when asked of love and what it means to one or another and how perceptions change. Yet, I find myself after the events of the day, and the savage treatment of another to put my thoughts forward.
  Do people change and we or they don't exist or do we discover things that change us. We have an amazing image in our heads of what we want in a partner. Now that may sound shallow but we do. The older we get the more the image changes. Red flags cause that to change on certain behaviours, lies, traits. It is our self defence mechanisms. So inevitably the less we will compromise. Why? Because we changed too. How we were treated changes what we will no longer accept. Our core image of that ideal person changes too. So when you do meet someone it's initally based upon looks then personality, then interactions. If you get one red flag you may compromise. But more and you look for the exit. When young love is blind. It's also deaf dumb and stupid. With age we get wisdom. Out there, there are millions of us. All trying to find something. Some a start. Some an upgrade. Some an end. But in all of that you can only be yourself or it will **** you inside.  Never live a lie to keep someone elses dream alive.
Maybe I should shut up now. Good luck x

We meet people with our emotions locked away.
Over time letting them out one by one as we let people closer. Then eventually if we feel it's right we give people the keys to our hearts.
We expect them to hold that key like a precious jewel.
Some however just add it to a key ring loaded with other keys to other things.
Forgetting until it's too late what that key was for.
The day they remember, often the lock has been changed.

Karma......
Karma comes in many forms
From a simple breeze to a tropical storm
From a gentle nudge
To hearty push
But when it comes it doesn't rush
**** on folk and scream and shout
Karma is always taking notes
So build an empire and declare yourself queen
Nothing karma hasn't already seen
But to get to the throne you used those who cared
Then when your needs fulfilled you cast them away
Then karma after taking notes, came to call to return it all.
The throne now challenged, the empire at war
As a psychic shouldn't you have known.
Seems not? Are you a fraud.

What has happend to the country I loved?
Division where their once was love.
Protests now for every reason and reason lost for so many reasons.
The trusted questioned at every turn and Karen knows more than all of them.
No longer safe to walk alone, was it ever I don't think so.
The protectors betrayed by one of their own and no patrols just response once done.
Austerity and technology took them off of the beat and now a bad apple makes them weaker.
No one now walks the beat, as they investigate names called on social media.
Feelings hurt and all made public.
If people grew up it wouldn't be needed!
But the narrative now is all hurt feelings.
I now doubt all that we upheld when compassion is gone we have lost it all.
I don't know the answer, do any of you?
Who stole my country and all that was good.

Ever met someone with a face on them like a boot on backwards
They got out the wrong side of the bed and the beds against the wall!

One day he heard someone say he had the face only a mother could love.
Nothing ever hurt more as he was adopted.

Running late and running on empty with the kids kicking off and the weather against her.
Has to be there for 835 and at 840 they rolled up outside.
The eldest stroppy as she's back to school the middles in a tantrum and wanted to stay at home.
The youngest crying and wanting a feed and her ******* sore from the infants greed.
Looked at and watched by the perfect mums who have it all and whisper amongst them.
Back to the car and home for the feed she looks in the mirror and what can she see.
Yesterdays make up, still on her face no time to exfoliate.

Buddha said
"You think you have time"
There is always something.
An event
A target
A deadline
Always something
Then one day you look over your shoulder and the times up
No pause, replay, no going back to edit.
You get one shot at it in this life
Maybe there is another.
Are you willing to take that chance?
Kick the leaves
Paddle in the river
Eat the cake
Take chances
Tell people you love them
Do things and don't have a bucket list
Take the time to live and love
Don't just exist
Because you don't have time
You just think you do
I wish I had

There was a widow who volunteered to clean the pews and dust the knave. All the jobs done in the church for the love of God in her spare time.
In summer time she cut fresh flowers, from the garden her husband tended now departed, to brighten weddings and communion masses.
She arranged them for mass each week but no one noticed who she was, just the cleaner in the shadows, thanked each week in the vicars sermon.
She had lived in that village by the church all her life, schooled and raised and married there, it was in many ways her church, her life revolved arounds its works as nothing else was left.
Then came the day she passed away and the funeral mass came and went. At the mass were very few, just the older Parrish folk and the fifth vicar she had known who sent her to her heavenly home.
As to her home here and all her worth, she left it to her local church the church she loved as much as God himself, her church from birth to death.

Cooking fat got lost again and didn't come home.
A Persian with an attitude that's worse than all I've known.
It started when SAM chased her our the door.
The ****** Arsed Monster or just Sam the dog for short.

The Christmas view from the foxhole.


I Christmas
I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairies!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small.
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored.
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why,
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie.
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV.
The Christmas works party
***** or VD?
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood.
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck.
It's over next morning with socks and lynx.
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth.
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd.
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red.
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good and sing.
And full of good cheer at least for a day.
And back to hatred for the rest of the year.
We're bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands.
The points been missed
We're all drunk and ******.

The maths was wrong for exam results, that caused a mums revolt.
Now you're messing with primary schools and half the kids have Covid.
Then you rolled the dice again and landed on a 6, geometric progressions really aren't your thing.
If six meet six and six meet six and six meet six today, saving the NHS will be next weeks headline again.
And now it seems companies scammed your furlough scheme while you were buying PPE, you mates made a fortune but was useless to me.
We ate out to help out, that was the catchy line. What will be the next one..
Stay home or f###### die?

I would catch her face, drifted of into the past just for moments thinking of him.
The years had passed and I knew she had used me to get over him.
But he was never out of her mind.
The mistakes, excuses. Yes he had cheated on her but she used all she learnt from him to use me.
Then when the time was right.
Move on.
Never be someones second choice or backup plan.

A morning trip on the 86 off to town to do some work.
The peace all shattered from the third row back and red faces all around.
On her phone for all to hear of another journey had recently.
 The pageantry of his going down, broadcast to all going to town.
I don't know where she got on but we all know now how she got off.
I wonder if she really knows that no one wanted to know.
His skills may have been a thing of awe but on the bus love you're just a ***** !

Whisper she said as her lids grew heavy, as the day ended and her bed beconed.
"Don't let them know" was what she said,  in Orwellian terms still a rebel redhead!

Whisper oh whisper! So no other hears and steals you words and enslaves your dreams.
A rallying cry at 00.01 as her eylids closed and she snuggled down.

A rebel at heart and a heart all her own, memories of her when I was young. The Mary Quant of our local pub an Icon of my wasted youth.

A lifetime ago, well maybe half and then one day there she was! Sat listening to a guy on gutiar, no mistaking it was her.
At the end of the night they left together, double denim man and Suzie the stranger.
I thought that would be the last I would see of a face I had always wanted to kiss.

Now fate and fortune never steered my path until one night I was in the Cavern.
Then like a muse that teased your very soul, there she was with double denim man oh fuckity ****!

Shunted and shifted from club to club then there for a moment she was all alone.
We spoke and laughed and had both had enough and somehow her lips seemed to scream
"Kiss me now!"

Only a fool would have refused that chance so I kissed her and imagined we were 20 again.
Lips parted, not awkward,
but should I have kissed?
It was double denims woman and I had stolen a kiss!

So Whisper now as I whispered then. When I stole a kiss or was it given away.
Only you would know which, but
I wish I had kissed you again and again.