Black Dog Watching

A black dog attacked today,
no reason or rhyme,
bad timing to a fragile mind,
this morning started fine,
then unexpectedly clawing a person down,
dragging away fragments of happiness,
replacing a naturally warm face with a frown
gasping for air with a tightened grip,
an eventuality of leaving a host blind.

gnarling sharp teeth,
biting as it chews,
within an analytically sensory brain,
eating it as if a delicious feed,      
sucking out the soul,
a presence of darkness,                          
with no hope left at all,
peering gradually beyond sight
one can often catch a glimpse of it behind,          
lurking on the wall.

Plastic Seas

Fragments of plastic everywhere, US of A, Europe, also here, stacks of bottles in all colours bound, take a peek,  every service station shelf and shop, look all around, you’ll be surprised how much plastic can be found.

Frustrated, in despair, I emailed a local MP, to receive some positive action only to find she gave a kind, sorry reaction, too much profit in plastic sleeves, I must admit I feel somewhat aggrieved, it is becoming hard to believe.

Can anything be done to heal the glum for every Girl, Boy, Dad or Mum?, plastic rules the waves, I hear, have no fear, my dear, there is a plastic reef deep in the sea, within it all types of Marine entity.

Waste of non-Banksy art on display, we can go to see it one day, just visit the beach anywhere in the uk, see fragments of plastic shopping bags within the waves, Clownfish breeding in a plastic anemone, Yellowfin Tuna ‘POP’ up dead, covered in oil from fin to head.

Word from Patricio :- governments and those in a position to make changes must act now!.'Everyone can do something to make a difference however, like refusing supermarket vegetables wrapped in plastic, carrying shopping in paper bags instead of plastic, cutting down on pre-packed meals.

Whoever you are, have a think today!

what difference could you make?

 

A million insignificant changes to lifestyles or changes of things one can buy, Becomes significant without a try. 

Chemical imbalance

A loathsome, inconspicuous, depersonalised fool, with what purpose does one have to live, at all?. 

Perturbed in mind, thinks so deep, simplisticly requiring a long peaceful sleep. 

Frequently concerned with troublesome news, biased self harm alas inconsistent views.

Voices heard are voices dead, clearly thinking without a clear head, arguing with self is an easy win, deny the wrong, and refuse to sin. 

Pause for a week in Nottingham

Faster world, modern Living, lots more music, much less singing, cybercrime rising, thefts decline, see that old rusty bicycle of mine.

Opium is a cure for the addiction of coke, water drinking as a vodka joke, rainbow cloud a wonderful gleam, ever so hard the workers seem.

Rivers run fast through every vein, vicar says “when will I see you again?”, has anyone here seen the gas in the main?, awkwardly having a fuck in the rain

Mortality revisits morality, a little bite to the neck will do, sister dear “wipe the slate clean”, this type of stuff is hardly here, seen. as night passes it begins to get cold, another young victim, will never grow old, how could she have been so bold, never try to ever be told.

Slice deeper  with a sharpened knife, patience for a week, see the gas rise, go ahead, have a fracking good time, for a crude dollar each, I will claim you as mine. Increase erroneous action then confess erotic mime, “not today dear, I haven’t the time.

Quarry Gate

Deep, round historical quarry, houses so low, difficult to breathe, obstreperous to know, the wind hardly blows, the sun rarely goes, it frequently floods down here below.

See the Good

When I’m asked by others ‘why am I kind to people that hurt me?’ I simply reply “I see the good in them”

’Why do you smile and say good morning to hundreds of people every day when they cannot even look at you or they kiss their lips at you in a rasping fashion? , my reply is “I see the good in them”.

Why are you keen to wave and smile at another road user who has just called you an obscene word and used their hand with a swearing sign?, “because I see the good in them”.

Why are you kind to others that do not even appreciate your existence and will not give you the time of day?, “it’s simply, I see the good in them” 

’ You say you see the good in people, yet you are easily angered by political decisions and those like David Cameron, Theresa May and Boris Johnson!, Why? “The only reply to this question is”, 

“Their actions towards the National health service, the disabled and the general population are heinous, not to mention the forcing of people into homelessness,how many people must die with illness?, hunger?, depression?, apathetic voters of this country must realise Conservatives decisions are for profit making capitalism and greed, not of a government that care about the good in people!”. 

After the so-called Brexit, wait to see Conservatives Part 2,? Irradication of workers rights with zero contracts and no protection, everyone who can afford it will be forced to take Private medical insurance to receive a third world hospital service, also the abolition of the minimum wage, following the not forgotten Tories of the late 1970’s, who did exactly this, include in this, mass unemployment to force wages down.. I cannot see the good in these people because there are no good in these people, Just hate and greed. Money is man made, it does not exist in reality, it’s just a tool to control the masses. People will continue to survive whether they have money or not. Maybe then my lifelong dream will become a reality that ‘everyone will see the good in everyone else no matter their circumstances to bring about the end for the use of money as a trade. To extinguish the world of capitalism.

The future of History

Another fish bowl angled empty, Sun is warming a purple sky, clouds dissipate acid rain, a drought is expectantly nye

Jim knows best, he’s lived through it all,  two world wars, metal plate screwed into his skull, Alas the destruction of the Berlin Wall.

Petrified by a ghost drinking tea, what a peculiar thing to see, it was a vision he saw at the end of the bed, not quite living, yet not quite dead

plastic fish, yellow snow, blackened road, batteries on the way to bring you home, squidgy squashy insects are an all time low, hear the squealing death,                                     of the great king toad.  

Shutting her eyes in a forest,                               listening to an eerie sound, wind rustling, hooting owls, rumbling in stomach, moving of bowels, no place here for shit covered snails                              

Hearing her sighs, she taps a stick, a Labrador stands close by it gives her a lick.  Having a rest in the large red chair, on her lap, a golden head peeps,                   she closes her eyes for an everlasting sleep.

Hon....oops

A bear went a wandering in the forest one day, craving some honey to eat.                  
While searching the trees for some sweet grub, a Honey Bee he did meet.                        
“Hello I’m Busy” the honey Bee did say, “hello I’m Grizzly” I have come a long way,
“what are you looking for on this sunny day” said the little busy bee in his little buzzy way,
“I’m looking for Honey, way up in a tree, I must find some now as I’m hungry you see,
my tummy is rumbling it’s been empty for weeks, there’s some delicious berries though it’s honey I seek”, the little honey bee could feel the bears need, but destruction of the hive would be sad indeed,
so he said rather meekly, “I am Just a  Buzzing bee, I am collecting pollen to make some sweet Hon....oops, I’m ever so busy”, “if you want some honey to fill your belly, it’s no good searching in trees, look for it in jars, to get the tastiest sweet flavour, thick golden honey, what a treat.
The buzzing bee said “goodbye Grizzly”, as he flew away,  “hope to see you again some day”.
The small bears face dropped, in a sad way, his eyes averted from his destiny,
“all I wanted was a little honey, Buzz off little Bumble bee” ,
 “go back to your sweet hon... oops”. The little bear said, then made his way home and went straight into bed.

The Cruise

A porthole to look out of, crest upon crest, wave to the ocean, spot the whale, it’d be a shock if he waved back now. little grey seal barking like mad, wearing his bow tie, what a cad.

Crescent of the moon will be gone too soon, replaced by the shade of a cow, riding on a spoon, the stars are dancing until dawn, He’ll be sleeping until noon. 

Punishment with self loathing, bloated torment, the Head Chef is smoking on the port, for him it is the end of the last resort, thousands overfed, fattened on roast pork, Mutton and Jam, ridiculing the savoury beef and calling it a sham. 

A view is beyond where the sky meets the sea, ignorant with wealth, sitting in the sun, drowning on whisky, he ‘bows down’, “yes sir’ says the courteous Philippino sage, pouring more scotch on a meagre wage.

Diamonds sparkle on the withered old hand, beautiful sounds of classical genre from the onboard band, away into the night her lovely gown glistens, dancing a waltz with the braided   Captain Sissons.

What a scene when the ship comes in, friends and family standing nigh, cheering and waving flags raised high, in all its splendour this marvellous boat, wearing a grand whitened coat. Passengers pleased to be ashore, not sure why, how or what they went there for.