Friday, April 3, 2015

Corsican thoughts in soft rain

If the feelings of despair, of wasted emotions and the struggles of great endeavors could be captured and caged, then cremated, we could possibly sleep easier.
Each day that passes I am frustrated if nothing has been achieved, gained or moved forward, with work, life and relationships.
I must remind myself constantly whilst I go through this period of banishment that this time is for reflections, a time to grow in different ways, to change and to see things in a light I have never experienced before.
When I re-emerge, that is the question ? will I be stronger, wiser, better prepared for the next? and what is next?
From past experience the right and next step will present itself, sometimes is appears boldly, and sometimes as a subtle shadow that once seen grows in light, strength and clarity.
Exterminate the demon thoughts that trodden the paths into cavernous gutters that can trap us for days before we can slowly climb to the ridges where some perspective of our surrounds can be evaluated.
Short cuts or bold steps can't be taken without perspective and hindsight. But we also need energies when these openings appear.
God give me wisdom, strength, determination in all of my convictions, beliefs, desires and plans.


Can you stand with me, by my side.
Lets walk our roads, together and a far.
The warmth of your breath is within my soul.
A smile with sincerity, is a hearty gift.
Your touch, even slight, brings a tower of pleasure.
Thousands may pass, and no emotion ever appears.
Patients, only patients reveals those who hold the key.

Molten Maker

My inspiration is shattered, broken into stones.
The stones still have the warmth of the sun, but the volcano's heat is needed to meld them again.
What will bring that molten fire? a new day, a person, a transformation.
This question I can't answer, but I know there are many ways, presently  feel I am only rubbing two sticks together.
Bring on the flames to re-ignite my soul.

Have humans changed

Old ways are still the norm
Re-invent the invented
Package and paint it differently
Memory lapse, time wrap and its all new
Technology just flowers and puffs it all up
Tidal waves of changing values and perspectives
The dog eat dog need for survival
Greed becomes need and the thirst for more
Power and control changes true needs and values
Control gives birth to monopolies and dictators
Democracy is a cover of minority control
Circles of cycles wide enough apart
How blinded we are of the pasts
Blind consuming
Self perceived thirst

Wednesday, December 24, 2014


If the adage “Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil” are wise words then why do I feel that there is something missing ?
If the premise of these wise words are to make our actions better and our lives a little more positive, then why doesn’t it mention the starting point to how the basis and cycles that occurs around these actions that carry evil and negativity, that point being “Thinking”
Thinking no evil, is very relevant to all of these, and if  possibly we concentrated firstly on making sure that we weren’t “Thinking” evil, then the other functions wouldn’t be such a bother.
Because to “Speak evil”, you have to be thinking evil
To “Hear evil” means that you are thinking or seeking fault or bad qualities in what others are saying
To “See evil” is often a perspective of our thinking about looking for perfection and correctness in everything, and everyone around us.
They all seem to be part of a catch 22 situation where negative and evil thoughts tend to bring on only more negativity.
I will continue the day with some positive thinking, and then the rest may just take care of itself.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Clone a dinosaur

Clone a dinosaur
I am starting to wonder if the saying “Survival of the fittest” is really that valid these days.
With modern technology, medicine and the wonderful operations that are now possible along with the drugs, have our life expectancies have been pushed far beyond what our bodies were originally designed for?
It seems that everyone can live to a “ripe old age” without too much bother. You don’t hear too often of people in their 20’s 30’s and 40’s dying unless it’s from an accident.
So as our societies and governments are adapting slowly to this reality that our populations are growing but not passing away so fast, this unleashes a raft of issues that need to be faced and dealt with if our planet is going to be able to accommodate the multitudes.
Social values are changing globally but not enough to stop or stabilise birth rates, same sex marriages slow the population growth a little, but histories of plagues don’t seem to come about so often.
Like so many forms within the animal kingdom there exists a food chain, it’s a well known and understood reality that the strongest, wisest do survive but most have another larger predators waiting in the wings for when the weak, slow, ill or silly to find themselves in the wrong place at the right time.
So where do us humans sit in the overall food chain? The top of course. We have created our cities and our protective measures to ensure that we are so well looked after that there is no real reason why we can be in danger, at any time. Look at the health and safety measures that we have created, look at the multitudes of signs showing dangers, cautions, instructions, they’re everywhere you look and all the risks are removed.
But if I look at the packaging I can’t seem to find the use by date for humans, maybe best before green should be stamped somewhere on us?
But the miracles of science could be brought to bear if they took the DNA of dinosaurs and cloned a few, not the really scary huge ones, they would destroy all of our beautiful parks and gardens, but maybe some medium sized ones could whip us all into line a bit, improve the fitness levels and reduce obesity a bit, and if we didn’t, well there would be some well fed animals next up the food chain. Quite an interesting thought?

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Port Closed

The tide gates are locked tight and the draw bridge is down
There’s no wind in the air, not a rustle or a sound, no breeze in the lungs, just the smell of the town

The boat moves irrationally, the wakes of the boats all around

To ponder the journey will take some time, a few beers would be nice, but there’s sleep that is needed, if it can ever be found

Ahh the different sounds a port brings to your ears, the sound of kids and the tourist’s loud cheers, is this somehow real or just one of my fears

To touch land is needed, there are stores and repairs, to your brain and the spars, just have a look from deck to hounds

But to be locked to a port is something quite strange, you're safe but you're trapped, like a cat on a chain you can only go around and around

Please let the weed grow slow on the hull, may the city dust be washed clean by the rain, those beautiful white sheets, will soon be green like the fields

Your intuitive feelings, the weather and the sea, it changes and stops as the bustle of the world seem to envelop you completely from the top

Don’t let this time stay, there are waves just outside the bay, the ocean isn’t just about sailing it’s about living a very different sway

A sailor's way is not so deranged, the needs and the feel are all really quite real, they can never be compared to city life with its hustle or the compounds of the port.