Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Found A Poem Written Long Ago.

The copyright for this belongs to me, the owner of this blog, as it is Original Material. I came across it today, having completely forgotten that I had written it, probably around 1998-1999. It represents a past that is so forgotten, so distant, and most of all so irrelevant today, that it is interesting for that reason alone.

I am not a piece of glass
Another for your collection
But I am a dark wall
Like some of those within you.

You would smash out a hole
brick by brick
Until you could see right through me
You would widen my whole
kick by kick
Until I become your window.

Then you will take your pane,
Fit it to me and fill me with it,
So I keep out the cold and rain,
While still our daze is brightly lit.

You may choose to break me from time to time
But only if you stand by your shattered window
To feel the sky's breath fling its tears
Against your skin and soul,
And then to find a new pane
to fit me and fill me with.

Our loving will be this

Powerful stuff, the feelings of which are today extinct and cremated, not just buried. I think I remember why I was moved to write it, and I pity the person that I once was.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Did You Know that Bicycles Can be Ridden in Street Clothes

First time back to my blog since March last year, I see. Brought back by this Bicycle-loving Blogger.

What's happened since? Britain is still run by a cowardly dishonest tyrant whose name is Gordon Brown. Britain expects an election by May. The country is bored to death with its government and the establishment it has created over 12 years. Will anything change at the election? Who cares? Eat, Sleep, shit. Winter, spring, summer and autumn. After 12 years of torture, the government is ignored to death by the country that has been bored to death.

Humanity has nothing to do but evoke humanitarianism: Haiti is all over the news, yet most people here wouldn't know if their next door neighbour had been dead for a few days until the smell became offensive. Organised Religions still try to take advantage of the vacuum, yet Commerce and Economics are incapable of even accounting for it.

On an overcast day after the "coldest" winter in England for 30 years, what is there in a blog that gives relief?

A blog is your voice, and when everybody else's voice drowns you out, here at least and at last you can hear yourself.