I refuse to be a clone.
From birth to death it seems to me.
That we are never truly free.
To be what we would like to be.
We are expected to conform
to what’s accepted as the norm.
Dictated by society.
WE go to school where we are taught.
To memorise the things we ought.
But no one spares a single thought.
About what we would like to be.
They do not care apparently.
We can’t escape too firmly caught.
Though some of us a very few.
Rebel and we refuse to do
What the system wants us to.
But most accept the status quo.
Because they aren’t allowed to know.
That they are entitled to pursue.
Their cherished dreams in their own way
and no one has the right to say.
That they cannot but they will pay.
The price for their rebellion
against the states opinion.
But some. still do it anyway.
I’m happy to defy the state
and take control of my own fate.
Because I don’t appreciate
being told I must obey
When I can see a better way
than that dictated by the state.
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Forbidden Fantasies
.
Dreams of desire: Forbidden things,
we wanted to, but never did.
Desires we carefully hid,
Carnal, lustful, hopeless yearnings.
Forbidden fruits beyond our reach.
We could achieve in dreaming state.
Each dream a lesson sought to teach.
Our super egos in full spate.
Warnings against unbridled lust.
Egos obey they don’t rebel.
Our Ids reply why should we trust
the stupid stories which you tell.
Our Ids perforce must be restrained.
Nobody is allowed to do
exactly as they wanted to.
They are by legal rules constrained.
Dreams of desire as yet are free
to be indulged in privately.
Not to be taken seriously,
we know they’re only fantasy.
3-Sep-08
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Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
17/06/2009
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Doubletalk for Friend Thad
I don’t accept coinicidence
although some things seem synchronised.
I can’t believe it is by chance.
Although I know my view defies.
What is accepted usually
by other folks who disagree.
The tend to look askance at me.
Regard my stance contemptuously
As they are quite entitled to.
Its only an hypothesis
I cannot prove that it is true.
But I would feel it most remiss
to deny synchronicity.
I’d see that as duplicity..
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Total Denial.
If the Messiah came again.
He would be certified insane.
Society could not possibly
allow him to preach and teach freely
I have no doubt he’d be confined
Because the powers that be would find.
That what he taught was dangerous
To every single one of us.
The rulers of the church and state
are not prepared to tolerate.
Any change to existing rules
which for years they’ve used as tools
To maintain the Status Quo
They do not want us all to know
They lack divine authority
They are not what they claim to be.
The guardians of morality
and keepers of the mystery.
They know the truth would set us free.
Of course they could not possibly.
Accept the fact that he might be
the ultimate authority.
They would decree that he must be
kept in protective custody.
No need for crucifixion.
Their method is a kinder one.
Keep him sedated constantly
which would work as effectively.
With no adverse publicity
Just dealt with bureaucratically.
We cannot say with certainty
The messiah is not presently.
Held in some institution
quite unknown to anyone.
Except perhaps the powers that be
Who act unjustly secretly.
08/08/2009
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Interconnectedness.
The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.
Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.
The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal
The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.
At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.
The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.
One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.
What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.
The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse
Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.
The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.
Tuesday,22 February 2011
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On Paper. Not In Reality.
Don't be foolish.
Of course you are entitled to your opinion.
Aren't we living in a society,
That welcomes free speech?
'Yes...
But it seems to me that...'
Next! ?
'I thought you said we live in a society,
That welcomes free speech? '
On paper.
Not in reality.
I've 'earned' my free speech.
Haven't you noticed how I select my words?
Only 'then' are you free to do so as well.
Next?
I will take two more opinions,
And that will be it!
No...
Not yours.
The good looking one,
From the state of Connecticut!
May I have your opinion, please?
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Free Thinker.
I don’t believe the world we see could happen accidentally.
Considered scientifically the evidence convinces me.
There has to be some master plan, some power which is greater than anything conceived by man. Which I believe because I can
think independently. Refuse to follow slavishly
the ideas which are currently accepted by humanity.
Though different creeds hold different views from a man is free to choose.
I am entitled to refuse. After all what can I lose?
I can accept that I might be completely wrong quite possibly.
But I believe that I am free to reject theology.
Though warring creeds have every right to see it as a sacred rite
Freedom to worship as they choose. I can respect their different views.
That does not mean I must agree. I tolerate quite easily
and all I ask their respect. I ‘m not a fool I don’t expect
they will relinquish bigotry and cease to try to convert me.
I don’t belong to any creed Because I can’t see any need.
I think that god created me and gave me the ability
To use my brain to think things through and that is what I choose to do
.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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Piercing the veils of mystery.
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Some understand instinctively.
What must remain a mystery
To the vast majority
Of ignorant humanity.
Most just accept the Status Quo
Because they do not want to know.
Although a few an elite few
Will learn things that they never knew
By dint of hard experience
They have to learn in self defence
Although their progress may be slow.
They can’t forget once that they know
How to interpret what they see
Piercing the veils of mystery.
Sunday,04 December 2011
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Freedom of choice.
I see God as a neutral force.
A universal power source,
which everyone has access to.
To do the things they choose to do.
It can be used for good or ill
according to the users will.
But like any power source
there’ll be a price to pay of course.
Be very careful how you use
The power that you’re free to choose.
It’s your responsibility.
You cannot claim to be blame free
For what you freely chose to do.
You’ll foot the bill when it falls due.
Sunday,27 February 2011
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Too good to be true?
Sometimes it’s wise to hesitate
And choose to look before you leap.
There is no point in tempting fate.
You may just find the price too steep.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
there never was nor will there be
So pay attention to your hunch.
Examine very carefully.
What lies behind the proffered deal
The hidden hooks to catch you out
What do the honeyed words conceal?
They will be hooks without a doubt.
You are far too wise to believe.
The scams which fool the more naïve.
Sunday,29 January 2012
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Core and Center of Most Complaints
So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.
'Oh it is selfish to think of oneself.'
I once was told.
As I sought happiness to be given to me.
While determining who I should accept it from?
With a list of preferences as to how it should be received.
Oh I was messed up mentally as a child.
I took things to mean what they were literally.
Like 'God don't like ugly'.
I later learned this was a figure of speech.
And I use to think people I thought physically ugly...
Had absolutely no chance to impress God.
I was a child.
And folks were seeking everything possible,
To keep my curiousities controlled.
And...
I wasn't having none of it!
So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.
This is what living life has taught me...
If there is no happiness within the self?
Don't expect it from someone else.
And...
If you have insecurities and low self esteem?
Do not accuse someone else,
Of not understanding you and treating you mean.
Those elements have been implanted in your mind.
If you aren't spending the time to undo this crime?
Don't attempt to blame someone else,
Because you have been left willfully victimized.
And tied by circumstances to visualize a lack of dollars.
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Abnormality
Abormality?
I suffer from a strange disease.
A most peculiar malady,
I do exactly as I please
I do not seek a remedy
I’m growing old disgracefully
it’s much more fun than being staid.
Revel in eccentricity.
I’ve no reason to be afraid
of what some people think of me.
All of the people I respect
accept a certain levity.
As for the rest I don’t expect
that they would dare not to conform
to what they perceive as the norm.
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The ever watchin eye.
Be careful what you choose to do
C.C.T, V is watching you.
If you’re caught short and need to pee
You can be certain you will be
recorded by C.C.T.V.
A matter of security
I’m not too sure that I agree
I’m sure that it was meant to be
But have to say it seems to me.
Invasion of our privacy
Though placed on private property
they are positioned so they see.
Where people have a right to be.
Recording automatically
whatever happens secretly.
That’s not the way things used to be
nor am I sure things ought to be.
Favoured by the powers that be
The ultimate authority
C.C.T.V has come to be
Accepted though reluctantly.
That is the harsh reality
We must live with apparently.
Please take this warning seriously
Remember that C.C.T.V
Is watching and watching me.
Because they’re placed strategically
they can’t be seen too easily.
You might well think you are quite free
from scrutiny by C.C.T.V.
It is a possibility
in isolated property
In city streets a rarity.
It’s seen as a necessity
which will safeguard your property
Although sometimes it saddens me
The advent of C.C.T.V
Has changed the world permanently.
Progress does not come for free
We have no choice but pay the fee..
Monday,29 August 2011
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Surface Show for M 'lady Ernestine
Mayhap my lady teaseth me
When she derides the way I dress.
She mocketh me for soberness
But I forgive her readily
In all else though she pleaseth me.
She knows right well I must impress
my masters with my worthiness
That’s why I dress so soberly.
Though she can flaunt her finery
As well befits a pretty maid
But I alas must remain staid
When we are in society.
But when we are alone she knows
That I can act quite differently.
When I can don much brighter clothes
Which she approves apparently.
I am a peacock in disguise
which to my lady’s no surprise.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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Consider the alternative For M'lady Chitra
I don’t regret that I am old.
When I look back I clearly see.
The things that fate chose to withhold
I had to accept finally.
When I look back I clearly see.
That all your dreams cannot come true.
I had to accept finally
you can’t argue with fate’s decree.
that all your dreams cannot come true.
Although perhaps you thought they would.
You can’t argue with fates decree
and fate decreed they never would.
It’s for the best that they did not
although perhaps you thought they would.
When I look back I clearly see
I don’t regret that I am old.
11-Jul-08
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The teen age Myth
Adolescent anxiety
never really bothered me
When I was young there were no teens
Just men and boys no in betweens.
You started work when you left school
this was accepted as the rule.
The good old days or so they say
when things were done a different way
Teen agers were not invented then.
Perhaps its time to think again
Reintroduce some discipline
to whip the youngster into line.
Ignore the experts who advise
because they lack the expertise.
In raising children of their own
experience they’ve never known.
Adolescents of today
must learn there is no easy way.
They have to work to earn respect.
I am not sure but I suspect.
That most of you agree with me
that nothing in this life is free.
It’s our responsibility
to raise our children properly.
To teach them what they need to know
and yet allow them room to grow.
Though you may think I’m prejudiced
I have the right and I insist
That children should be taught values
before they’re old enough to choose.
To obey the rules or to refuse
After all what can we lose.
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Onward Ever Onward.
I must pursue my endless quest.
My destination is unknown
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on.
I’m not allowed to stop and rest
I have to journey on alone.
I have no choice I must go on
although the path is overgrown.
It’s up to me to do my best
until my journeying is done.
Although the path is overgrown
I have no choice I must go on..
Perhaps in time I’ll pass the test
Show I could do it on my own.
I have no choice I must go on
Although the path is overgrown.
Each man must pursue his own quest
It’s something he must do alone.
Although the path is overgrown
There is no choice you must go on.
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Absolute truth.
We die a little every day.
Commencing with our first drawn breath.
It's what we learn along the way.
Prepares us to accept that Death.
Is not the end though we don't know.
What happens when we cease to breathe
Or where we are supposed to go.
Why is it that we choose to grieve?
When a loved one goes on ahead.
Perhaps we ought to celebrate
that they are free, but choose instead
To weep and wail and rail at fate.
When I die don't cry for me.
Instead be glad that I broke free.
You can be sure you'll follow me
As all must die eventually.
No one escapes this world alive
There's nothing we can do or say.
No matter how hard we may strive.
To alter this in any way.
Sunday,12 February 2012
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Applied Psychology for M Lady Ernestine
When I was just a little lad
sometimes I used to hate my dad.
It was his job so he taught me.
I must pay for being naughty
He took his slipper to my bum
and beat me like kettle drum.
He taught me there was a price to pay
each time I chanced to go astray.
He was determined to teach me
that I could not go scot free.
He was responsible for m
and took his duty seriously.
Unlike the spoilt brats of today
who simply go their own sweet way.
Now Dads are not allowed to tan
their backsides. So they think they can
misbehave with impunity
Upset the whole community.
Todays child care experts advise
you cannot physically chastise
For they see this as child abuse.
The experts say you cannot use.
My Das applied psychology
involving slippers bums and knees
I general I obey the law
but I believe they should restore.
A fathers right to teach his kid
In the way my father did.
I still remember easily
the lessons I learned painfully.
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