Category Archives: a day in the life

Day to day thoughts, tickling my fancy. The random stream of chattering consciousness striding royally through me each day.

Social death

When all the noise,
The world quiets down,
And what’s left –
Glowing screen-lit eyes,
Face down.

When all apps are empty,
Scoured for every last little bit,
And we look up, and realise
What’s what,
The truth glares us back in the mind;
All online is empty.

Like followers of a false hope,
God and life digitised to 1s and 0s,
Those of us who have not battened down,

Find ourselves blown away,
Forgetting what it means
To be human, and swing
In the breeze of happenstance
And broken thoughts;
A life left hanging in the balance,
Waiting.

Confusion

I look around,
And wonder why
So many people
Have pushed the button
On self-destruct.

I know human beings
Can be selfish and mean,
Horrendous and spiteful,
Then turn around, and
Blow us away, with
Blazing insight and
Unbridled compassion.

So why is it,
That all that I read,
In the main-stream news,
Are idiots’ views, the selfish
And mean, close-minded, hateful
Meme, of the “us” and the “them,”
Strident voices of ludicrously short-
Sighted hate, self-aggrandising voices,
Who, in their inane chatter,
Drown out common sense,
Insensing the followers,
And anti-followers alike,
This great brain-washed subconscious leakage,
Global in spill,
Human-kinds current poison of choice,
Our very own,
Mass-home-made,
Species’ suicide pill.

I watch,
And I listen,
To all those who whisper,
And shout,
The calm
And the strident,
And all in between.

The lovers,
The fighters,
The meek
And the mean.

And all I really take in,
The rhythm beneath the noise,
Is the growing pains
Of a world at war
With itself,
The birth of a new global order,
Unfortunately grasped
As is usual
By the furiously greedy few,
Who see the opportunity,
To screw everyone who isn’t them,
Using mass fear, and racial tension,
To pull the wool over the majority’s eyes,
While they busily reshuffle the deck,
Prep for check-mate,
Before moving in for the kill,
So sure of themselves,
And their control (money) over free will.

What these same arrogant,
Power-grabbing,
Self-satisfied few
Have forgotten, is that
Tens of thousands of
Years ago,
In humanity’s beginning,
Even those who imagined
An all powerful being,
In whatever shape, form, or number,
The one thing that omniscient presence
Could not control
Was free will.

And to the powers that be,
In light of the truth,
And all that has led
To the hear and now,
Beware
Your time is coming.

For in the fertile earth,
That you till, taking more
Than your fair share,
Trodding over all other living things,
You also plant the seeds
Of your own destruction.

So,
Like I said at
The beginning, the sorrow
I feel
As I watch this global car crash
In slow motion
Extends to those
Who believe that they are in
The driver’s seat;
You know not what you do.

And to the rest;
Open your eyes,
Hope and believe,
Open your heart,
Be compassionate,
Empathise,
For love and an open mind
Will be all the power any of us
Have left
When the dust settles.

Here’s to hoping
That we stop the train,
Or at least slow it down,
Before our world becomes a train wreck,
And we all suffer equally
For the greed of the few.

Daughter

Such is life,
That it batters us
About, choking us with
The dust of what
Could have been,
Covering us
In boiling internal oil,
Muffling us
From shouting out,
Heating us
To explosion,
Then drip-drying us
Out, so that all that remains
Is what we went in
With; our thoughts,
Our intent,
The goodwill in our
Hearts, as that is all
That really counts,
The rest is just detail
To distract.

I love you with all of me,
In fact,
You are my soul in legs,
Better, smarter, funnier,
More talented by far,
Than I have ever been,
Or will ever be,
The best of me,
And so much more,
The wide, exciting
Horizon, laid out before you,
A gift, to step out into the great wide unknown,
Your life, your choices, your path,
All your own.

I will always be here,
Anytime, day or night,
Not telling you what to do,
Or guiding wrong from right –
I don’t need to, as you’ve got that down pat –
Just here to listen, and sometimes pitch in,
A shoulder to pinch, punch, or cry on,
A home to weather any storm,
Your father, so proud of everything you do
Since the day
You were born.

Morning duty

The grey rain splashes words
Wiped clear each swiping moment,
Rhythmic tender stroking slide,
Squeaking clean, life taken once
Per stride,  and still the nonsense spins
Around, deep inside where up is down,
Your loving smile and gentle touch, enough
To keep the demons down,  and still they
Spin, and spit they’re rage, at dancing lonely
On internal stage, ‘stead laughing gaily as
Once were free, now trapped inside the
Stories, three strong and healthy happy we,
With love, and care, compassion, free
To wend our own private story together,
The love we feel, our own happy forever,
And still the mishcevious glint in eye,
When all we want is right nearby,  yet still
We dance, and sing, and ache, without the
Caution of age’s sake, for ever we are in
Between our own, our love, our life, our family,
Our home.