Displacement
Just finished rereading “Wee Free Men” introducing
Tiffany, displacing suffocating allergic reaction due to
culinary indulgence by diving into the enchantment of
Terry Pratchett’s wonderful prose
Did not want the book to end, the story should continue
for eternity… sometimes I try to leave the land of dreams,
Tiffany found dreams were used to lead people astray –
then I eat things that make my life miserable
And remember why transcending reality is necessary, I
cannot give up the rearrangements I make since living in
physical discomfort is counterproductive; dreams enable
me to experience marvellous adventures
Which cannot exist in my little world and although I would
like to be practical and impress with my common sense, it
is impossible to stay within the boring inter-subjective con-
sensus we call reality, even when clever people say
It is irresponsible and childish to let the mind stray from the
life at hand - I will not give up this delight to impress anybody,
the joy of creative fantasy outweighs all arguments offered by
people with deep frowns and drooping mouths
As the virtues they try to urge on me left them feeling cheated
and bitterly disappointed, I see no reason to join their misery if
I can do my job adequately with several other worlds spinning
wildly in my mind and heart
“The Wee Free Men” – Terry Pratchett – Doubleday 2003
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Decisions in Agreement
Reality lives in people’s heads, Terry
Pratchett says in application of
quantum physics theories
I have changed my reality so often
today, I am not sure in which
parallel reality I am
Within the knotted cable or free-
floating already in the lane of a
separate string
Weaving history while including all
its alternatives in bulging knots
that make the story interesting
The main direction never wavers, held in
place by many decisions in agreement
while the details create
As many bobbles as every dreamer
can ever wish to see…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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All The Emotion Evoked
Now where shall I take the high tide of emotion
seeing that I have finished reading the story of
Tiffany Aching - the book is too short; the great
promise of it beginning when she demanded a
full-scale hearing while every element seemed
to be against her - which made me shudder on
her behalf - turned benevolent universe MUCH
too soon and with the odds not stacked against
her victory was too easy and she was given all
help, suddenly she was such a sure-fire winner
riding the tide and I no longer identified with the
protagonist - my heroines always have to suffer
much longer with more challenges to overcome
I was ready to face a lot of pain - just to find the
ride too short, too few obstacles, the bride-to-be
was a special witch great at dealing with ghosts;
all misunderstanding solved too easily - I prefer
complications and intrigues for a sweet heroine
but Terry Pratchett spun a beautiful tale - to be
embroidered - until it contains all the pain I can
imagine - he remains my favourite author - all
the emotion evoked will be used to experience
and recreate fairytales old and new in my head
I Shall Wear Midnight - Terry Pratchett -
What a Wonderful Book!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Mystasia
Mystasia, is the land
Mystasia, is the land beyond your dreams
Mystasia, come with me
Mystasia, endless hope, that's what it means
If you believe there's nothing else but a dream you are wrong
Try to look beyond
Here is the world, here is your own galaxy like it seems
The land beyond your dreams
Now take the chance to let you're feelings be free, and you'll see
You can live your fantasy
Mystasia is the place, is more than you guess, like a sign
The sun will always shine
You feel like flying in a coloured sky
You are weightless like a butterfly
What's on your mind becomes reality
A piece of heaven will set you free
If you open your eyes you can see a land
Where illusions are more than a friend
Where the rainbow appears, all the people smile
And you can escape for a while
I'm talking about a land that you don't know
You know, like a secret - or a rainbow
Where life could be paradise, sun is shinin' all the time
All around a magic place, 99 here's the sign
Fine - this will be yours and mine
We call it land of the sun with the golden shine
Free your mind - don't care about what people say
Today is the day, you better come this way
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Two People
(t. britten, g. lyle)
Producer: terry britten
Album: break every rule (86)
Two people living on the edge of life
Are people running out of dreams and time
I can hear it when you tell me so
I can feel it but I cant let go
Two people gotta stick together
And love one another, save it for a rainy day
Some people gotta stay whatever
And give one another shelter on a rainy day
Two people living in the way we do
Are people trying to keep a love anew
What to say to make some sense of it
What to do to make the feeling fit
Two people gotta stick together
And love one another, save it for a rainy day
Some people gotta stay whatever
And give one another shelter on a rainy day
Ill come running to your rescue
You gotta stand by me
Theres a lot of love between us
We should never let go
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.
quote by Terry Pratchett
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Lead Them Home My Dreams
Intro:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams
Verse 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
Some people dream
Some people wake up
In the middle of the night
With the eyes of a tiger and a childs curiosity
Cant turn from my conscience when its starin at me
Chorus:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams
You can hear
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my...dreams)
Verse 2:
Some people climb
Some people wait for time to pass
Looking for a miracle (a miracle)
Some people could care less
Some people dwell on the impossible
And I always remember the times I let myself slide
And I put all the bad things like money
Far lower on the list than pride
Bring me home
Bring them home my dreams (lead the home)
Bring them home my dreams
(bring the home my, lead them home my)
You can hear, you can hear (you can hear)
When you disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Bring them home (bring them home, bring them home)
Bring them home my dreams
(lead them home my, bring them home my)
You can hear, you can hear when you
Disguise whispers as screams
(lead them home my, bring them home my...dreams)
Verse 3:
Wait a lifetime
Then my wish will drag on slowly
Come into ones own
At the time of conception (ooooo...)
Give in over time
You may as well change your mind
Now is when I see the light (I see it)
Im gonna touch it, grab it -
Make it mine.....
Bring them home.....
Bring them home.....
Lead them home (lead the home)
(bring them home my, lead the home my)
(lead the home, lead them home, lead them home)
Lead the home (lead them home)
Lead them home my dreams
(lead them home my, lead them home my)
Disguise whispers as screams - yeah!
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (lead them home)
Lead them home (ooooo...)
Lead them home
Lead them home my, my, my dreams.....
Lead them home my dreams
Bring them back to me
Lead them home my dreams
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa.....
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Unseen Academicals- 22/11/09
Pratchett’s Unseen Academicals was a
joy from beginning to end, the author is
a prince among men
Ridiculed fashion items like six-inch
stiletto heels and all kinds of bling,
empty-headed models
Remunerated exorbitantly for glittering
while toiling labourers doing necessary
things are paid next-to-nothing
Pratchett’s depiction of the Discworld
is bathed in a golden light of happiness
everybody joyously engaged
In activities normally depicted as unmitigated
Misery; does Pratchett realize how much the
positive attitude of his main characters
Contrast with his cynical omnipresent narrator
perspective, does he see the juxtaposition
between two aspects
His protagonists acting with integrity and his blasé
narrative voice, the dualism must cause a war
in his mind – verily, I suspect
That is happening at present, while Pratchett is
telling a world-weary tale of human nature, his
characters are presenting a morality play
He cannot subdue them, cannot force decadence
on his characters, they are whiter than snow –
how much does this irk him?
I would love to know...
Terry Pratchett ‘Unseen Academicals’ Doubleday 2009
poem by Margaret Alice
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Never Give Up
always be inspired to follow your dreams
never give up
for i know what it means.
never give up
is the name of the game
for if you give up on yourself
everyone will do the same.
keep your spirit alive by being yourself
for in your life, there is no one else.
when life seems to have turned its back
never give up
just pull in the slack.
take your dreams and throw them in the air
they'll be millions of others, who are willing to share.
they have their dreams the same as you
and to your heart, you must be true.
never give up
just look ahead
why do you fear
what do you dread?
life is full of surprises and you hold the key
to unlock the lock that will set you free.
never give up
and you will see, that your dreams
become your reality.
poem by Louis Rams
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Beyond The Sunrise
Our reality is found
beyond the sunrise
of our dreams
where we take hold
of our future
and mould it to our needs.
Creating the life, we want
and not the life we have,
spreading our wings
into the world within our reach
and changing our reality
to suit our dreams.
Our mind has the power
to make our dreams
come to pass
and beyond the sunrise
is where we must go
to make them last.
13 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
quote by Terry Pratchett
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Dear World
I often forget that you think
differently from me, whereas
I respect & value all opinions
I forget that everybody has a
unique personality, sees life in
a different light
Sometimes when I express pain
or delight in hoping a reader might
get an inkling of how it felt, yet no-
one seems to feel the same way, I
feel bad - thinking I have failed
Afterwards I remember writing is
important as a way of expressing
feelings, NOT a way to impress
anyone; true expression of true
feeling should not become a
popularity contest
It is the reader's prerogative to
feel and react as they do, cool
people find such emotional
expression strange while I am
confused by their calm way of
dealing with things
But I LIKE their Saturnine self-
sufficiency and apologise for
not always respecting quiet
detachment - I very much
approve of it, just forgetting
how big the difference is
Reality is better than dreams
because reality is wider; every
dream is limited, collapsing the
infinite possibilities of reality
into small expression
I prefer escaping the self-centred
melodrama of dreams in reality
enabling us to recreate dreams
and rework visions everlastingly
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Manifesto [ORIGINAL & REVISED]
[REVISED]
Okay – I admit romance does not exist, at least
not in this quaint veracity which claims it has a
place somewhere but rarely ever here
I shall not cry about discovery of circumstance
that fact is non-existent in romance – reality a
chance one does not really have to see
Anyone can prove it lives eternally in dreams, a
never dying sustenance of many Worlds beliefs
with energies too dominant to ever die
If fantasy alive and well then I admit against my
better judgement I’ve been hurt; but add in haste
it does not matter since it truly breathes
In Worlds as infinite or parallel, I do not need the
proof of our reality – a mere perchance of it as
probability enough - the vastness of infinity
allows for every choice and dream or hope and
expectation to exist – I do not need accord to see
romance, or merely mention the ideal -
of fantasy, hopes, & dreams to make it true for me,
I shall avoid reality, live in dreams encompassing
imaginings I’ve always gladly had or harboured to
excess; therefore your attitude, and lack of feeling
means a blank to me; cannot kill the vision I shall
cherish from now on until eternity arrives…
[ORIGINAL]
Okay, I admit, romance does not exist – at least not
in this reality; but the fact that we can dream about
romance is proof it does exist somewhere
I shall not cry about my loss – discovering that
romance is non-existent – reality is only a mirage,
one parallel world amongst many – I do not need
Anyone to prove that romance lives on in our dreams,
nothing can kill it; no negative word, no pain, no dis-
illusionment, can kill the many worlds theory
Where fantasy is alive and well - I admit, against my
better judgement, I have been hurt; but hasten to add
it does not matter since romance is alive and well
In infinite parallel worlds - I do not need proof in our
little world of intersubjective reality – mere possibility
is probability enough - the vastness of infinity
Allows for every choice, dream, hope and expectation
to exist – I do not need you or anybody else to agree
to feel romance; merely mentioning the ideal -
- fantasy, hope and dream - makes it true for me, I shall
leave reality and live within a dream encompassing
every thought, hope and ideal
I have ever harboured; your attitude and being, your lack
of feeling, means nothing to me; cannot kill the vision
I cherish unto eternity…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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In My Reality
ya yeh ya, heyey ya, oh woh woh woh woh, ah ah ah ahh
say goodbye to all of your friends
and the people we knew
its better that it comes from you
tell them what you want
cause I tried so hard to make you happy
no big star dreams, no things that seem
to make up your life
so I'm going back to new york city
where people live
in my reality
all of my life
yours was no good for me
need to feel the beat
of the street, in my life
in my reality
back to my life
yours was no good for me
3000 miles away
and everydays a new day
all those dreams that pulled us apart
and the things that you want
they'll never be enough for you
so I'll say goodbye
and I'm going back to new york city
where people live
in my reality
back to my life
yours was no good for me
need to feel the beat
of the street
in my life
back to my old address
nobody to impress
3000 miles away
and everydays a new day ya
I guess my love was not enough for you
so I'll say goodbye baby
and I'm going back to new york city
there people live
in my reality
all of my life
yours was no good for me
i need to feel the heat of the street
in my life
goodbye to hollywood
didn't do me any good
3000 miles away
where everyday is a brand new day, ay yah yah yah
soooo go on and say goodbye to all your friends
and the people we new ew ew
its better that it comes from you
and you can tell them what you want
cuz i tried so hard to make you happy baby
but I gotta go back
to my reality
back to my life
thats where I need to be
I need to feel the heat
of the streets ya a
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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A Surrreal Place
Escape, for me, is reading a book
based on Terry Pratchett's 'Thief of Time' where
perfect moments are kept in a glass palace – I have
decided to dream about 'perfect moments' and keep
them divine, unspoiled by the one-dimensional
interpretation of inter-subjective reality
Making my escape to a surreal place - an
unending glass palace - perfect moments
kept in space - resembling Indra’s heaven
every perfect pearl strung in such a way to
reflect every other pearl
A hologram in which virtual reality allows us
to learn how to fulfil our dreams and Carine
happy today, fulfilling my vision of her warm
and content - a sweet dream unfolding in
my heart - frozen blossoms
Will start blooming one day - and once bearing
fruit, a new dream will manifest, imparting the
happy glow of quantum physics in which a Mr
Darcy stares at Elizabeth and a Mr Rochester
calls on Jane Eyre - why -
Because we always recreate the world
in our minds
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Sleep Away The Day
We sleep to forget,
to stop the madness,
to make life just a little more bearable,
to make us feel in control,
to make all the bad people go away,
We sleep for the fun of it,
to make our life in a world of our creation,
to remember those who have left us,
to make us feel our imagination come to life,
to feel the magic of life around us,
We sleep to be things were not,
to make us a doctor
to make us an army man
to make us a police officer
to make us the President/Prime Minister
We sleep to feel alive,
to those who say dreams are not real,
i say to you,
do you not feel in your dreams,
do you not get caught in the moment of a dream,
do you not wish you could control reality,
do you not wish for the best in life,
That is why we dream,
to fulfill our wishes,
it is the one place we are gods,
so i say next time you want to give up and die
i say...
Sleep Away The Day!
copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross
poem by Dustin Ross
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Life Becomes An Experience Of Wild Delight
I’m convinced that the karma I have to carry,
laid upon me by the Western heritage while
being born in Africa, where maize is the staple
and I’m allergic up to suffocating; is the result
of negative levels of consciousness inherited
from many previous lifetimes living in abject
misery – now is my chance to raise the vibrations –
this crocodile-mind driving me to seek knowledge
and information at the speed of a Grand Prix,
might help to raise my state of consciousness
From its normal level of three, where life seems
meaningless, through level four where life seems
futile at times, to level five with its bubbly feeling
of happiness; and level six – the magical state where
life becomes an experience of wild delight - I have
to acquiesce to the Nile-Crocodile and its anti-social
demands; when Alice wants to go out and socialize;
when Cinderella dreams of beautiful gowns, pumpkin
coaches and footmen; the Nile-Crocodile simply
says no; when the little Alien comes down
From the rafters and demands to have some fun -
the Nile-Crocodile threatens to eat him; the crocodile
mind insists upon seeing the physical world as a
wooden illusion of Maya; saying that masked people
playing charades are wearying beyond expression;
that a good book is the only thing between the
crocodile mind and reptilian suicide...
poem by Margaret Alice
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What can you lose?
I’ve dreams to spare and dreams to share
For those of you prepared to dare
to leave behind reality
and try a little fantasy.
Although my dreams may not be new.
The promise that I make to you.
My dreams are all in good repair,
though some have seen a lot of wear.
You need not pay my dreams are free
because they’re low technology.
You do not need a power source
to view my dreams.Although of course
you must return them when you’re done
and if you’re truly satisfied
Exchange them for another one.
All sorts of dreams can be supplied.
Friday,22 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Emotional Upheaval
Only Terry Pratchett can be forgiven for irreverently sending
an unrefined Sam Vines into the pristine company of Pride
and Prejuduce - calling this classic a silly romance
Vimes launches into a diatribe against the stifling gentility that
held rich people enthralled within a useless existence, tells
author Jane Austen to write about
Corpses, murder and war – a cross between Mickey Spillane
and Margaret Mitchell; I love his advice about earning one’s
own keep leading to self-esteem
Enjoy the psychological tension Austen described –without
much action she creates more excitement and emotional
upheaval than Mike Hammer and
Scarlett O’Hara combined – only Wuthering Heights and
Jane Eyre can rival Jane Austen in making me
experience hallucinations!
Snuff – Terry Pratchett; Doubleday 2011
pp 69-72
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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