Clear Mind

Do one thing wrong and you’ll never forget it

Do more than two things wrong and you find it hard to remember when you got things right

Peaceful Serenity

The little robins song, a delicate meaningful trill, sings of a river with pebbles lain about its girth, cool water flowing fresh and clear, brown trout swimming against a natural flow from the hills on either side of the serene valley, blanketed by a faint smelling, sweet fragranced heather, winter snow caps of Nevis ringing a chilling shrill of icy cold air, picturesque land surrounded by ancient pine trees & oak with an ancestry of peaceful deer, theres a whispering in the air as the leaves fall...... “Soon th' winter wull be 'ere”

Paranoid Host

My eyes close, I look inside, I see a fool of a man that cannot hide, a terrible talker, a would be stalker, courageously weak, a stumbling walker. 

The terrain being tough I climb without swelt, rock after rock the tallest I’d felt, no higher would cap it, yet when I’m at work, I may fix a tap, lay down a Trap, fall over my own feet when walking on carpet.

a worthless spectacle, unliked for whatever I do, I try hard to care, yet continue to feel bare, open for all to see, though I feel the ridicule in me, for such a many year it has been my destiny 

Do you stumble through life, through the pain, on a knife, which way will you slip, on the edge of a trick?, fear not, do not worry, hold on, never hurry, relax with anyone you can, take time for a chat, have a small tipple then maybe a curry. 

Isiah 41:10

Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand

Amen 

Near, yet far

Bitter hard is twist as fate, well awash the ecstatic face, no more tears of joy with drink, spread on plaster base, incredulous cover of satin lace.

Swarm the tower, fragment our thoughts, demolish utopian congretional thoughts thus strive on course, the cockroach spreads when squashed on boards.

Eruptious practicality, wishing smiles, never mock truth inflicted,  travel for miles, delay the haven, suspend ones peace, when finally at the end, we will feel release, then hold on close to heavens child. 

Winter chill’

The warmth afore ere feel, summer fails, leaves lie brown are dampened now, tis’ with faint heart thy welcome in, nor by choice let winter sin, calm seas swirl, waves roll and prance, redemptions here to steal away the stags last dance, a heinous horror doth plenty kill err’ multitude of souls therest lie ill, thou’ sorrows thorn till festive eve, a child sleeps a baby born, while those that lost, forever mourn.

Our own image

Humans grew over millions of years to become conscious, intelligent, sentient, Sensuous, self thinking loving, hating beings. Robots are singled minded, single tasking machines, yet humans are perfecting this build yearly,  will man ever be able to make a being such as a robot in his own image? ….If so,  will this make him a god ? 

If humans became god, would he stop killing cod, travel to other alien planets, would he hunt and kill, how can man be trusted when they carry a bitter pill, when their intentions are to make the weakest ill, 

Only when the earth is loving and kind, people stop to notice the world is there to find, eradicate sickness, the poor and the blind, look after their back  yard, before spreading misery on to another kind

Then will man be a god?

Not a chance