We have just witnessed a general election where people believe they have partaken in the ‘democratic process’. We have witnessed newspapers indulging themselves in virtual blood sports. What if anything will change for the helpless in our present society? It is the purpose of this blog to point out that despite the ‘democratic process’ two […]
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From a train window i watched as the darkening sky froze gloom on the terrace houses, a malaise of the english classes. Semi detached, lone mansions all with their locked doors. The door, the space between ‘you’ and ‘me’ and maybe a murderer or two. Ends justify means, we human kind fear each other, if
Bertie walks on the night road away from the shadows in his mind, they have been there ever since he came home in 1943 and found his family blown away by a Nazi bomb. The sounds in his mind rise up to the hymn of the road, they were playing Al Bowlly that night singing,
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For a moment we had a touch of Eden. The mystery skies brought a rainbow to a dark place. And it was there in nature’s harvest, in full moon days of glory, that the rainbow maker and his friend took us to an English heaven. Cruel tyrant time can’t take away the Memory Mountains that
The sick lie dying in temples of pretence, We worship illusions in the film show of life. Being old is an inconvenience. The conveyor-belt of care trudges on, driven by a capitalist machine. All goes to nothing. Rich men pray in the house of God, but God is not there. Robots wink at
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The Smoke filled foundry, mighty furnace roar, for every penny that is earned, a pool of sweat upon the floor. The workers have no power, therefore doomed to patience’s dread. Workers invisible, they are the living dead. In the captive stench, of factory Pollution, a thought within their mind of violent revolution. And it will
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The Ice rink statues move in the freezing fog, a day to remember, a wonderful time. Old man walks his dog along the ancient towpath knowing that time has run out. His life awaits the doom of memories burned out in a hostile world. Idiots write poetry and spew out inverted self -centered rhyme, trying
The Sun Set last night over the Stour valley lights, the last train to Sudbury rattled its way through an English landscape. The Owl and the Badger painted themselves into the moons interpretation, and I, played the fool again of asking the question, is God there? A million dreamers had looked on that scene and
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If you could look at the world spinning in space and if you could look into human society as a detached outside observer, what would you feel and, what questions would you ask? Imagine one alien saying to another, “Hay Ding Dong, they say they are all in this together, they want ‘big society’, they
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I wish to be remembered as a symbol of light. The light bulb has now replaced the candle, but the difference is of course that it needs electric power. I think we need people power to shine the light of honesty, truth, liberation and justice for all. Wherever that light shines someone will smile, it
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