People are not quite sure what to do

so they just do everything in their lives by halves

and end up no where

Stuck so close and yet so far away because they won't risk reason

They blindly accept reason as their constant guide and companion

trusting their foolish minds to be able to grab the illusion

and they move half way there each time and they are satisfied

It still feels like they'll reach reality but they can't

They go bungee jumping but they won't question

They seek answers but they won't question their most basic assumptions

What they think is set in stone

They believe what their parents and grandparents tell them

and don't judge "fact proved by logic and reason" as they would an

old wives tale

We tell them eat carrots so you can see in the dark

but we feed them the pap of the ages

Mushed up knowledge, crushed by the forces of power

which is shamelessly deceptive and denies everything

Blaming it on the otherside not admiting how alike they really are

and can we see any more clearly than before?

of course not because i blindly walk half way to the line

and stop and do it again

because everybody else does and always did

Tradition forming our cycle

taking us over and pushing us very gently onward

till one day we'll just stop and start going backwards again

Having realised our mistakes we'll naturally try to run the other way

"fight or flight" and we won't fight what we can't and never could really see

We'll try to reverse time and step back into the minds of those long gone

Then as we teeter on the brink chance alone will guide us

and perhaps we will listen or else the call of a new age will echo

out with the waves and we will face up to our minds as a dog would come

crawling back to its master when it knows it has marked the wrong piece of furniture

 

 

 

Who’s really grown up?

 

Not the politicians playing more diplomatic games of tip and kiss n catch with a deeper sense of self interest

No one with power grows up they just learnt how to put those childish impulses to control without thinking to better use

Journalists haven't grown up they can just spell better, they still only represent their own perceptions of a warped world

We are all surrounded by illusion and still can't tell it from reality because we make up our world and over analyse our perceptions of those misconceptions

We are crawling around in the darkness searching for the light switch which is still high above us

The only difference between us and the child who never learnt to walk is a false sense of importance

and pain

 

 

a piano playing single notes

echoing

out of tune

yet creating beauty with a back beat

A Gift

 

 

 

Are the dark avenues any more real than middle class suburbia? They were both created by the same hands it is luck that separates them the black from the white as we would like to think but really the world is all shades. What if colour doesn't really exist? We like to label everything, maybe we just made it all up but then what reason do i have for not questioning my own sanity?

 

What is insanity? The slipping in between the cracks of people whose minds have taken on too much reality too quickly.

I would much rather that than lying on the couch for the rest of my life unthinking.

 

I love the one's with the desperate clinging to what they know in the face of complete despair they refuse to give in these are the people we call strong because they have the will not to just commit suicide and be free.

They so dread whatever comes after we die that as Shakespeare so poignantly said in Hamlet "we would rather face the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of" but these fools deny and deny till they boil away their soul, down to a base stock so rich and full of lies that to taste it seems wonderful but it leaves a stickiness in the back of the throat which soon makes you choke.

 

Is that the name I have been calling all this time?