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First, they sent the dogs
And it became a dog’s toilet,
So, we moved to more remote areas.
Then they burnt the restaurant
So, we carried our own water and fruit
To the fringes of the liveable sands.
So as not to dry out like desert dates
We became slimmer and saved money.
Then they closed the parking lot
So, we walked miles on foot
We got fitter and saw more of nature.
What we saw became more beautiful
With each countering passage
For those of us who persevered.
Now there is hardly a soul left,
But those who are, are strong and fit.
Dune flowers are blooming again
Without the constant threat of trampling feet
And everywhere you can hear the rhythm of the sea,
White waves breaking and reforming refrains
Without the cries and shrieks of spoiled children
Or the barking of undisciplined domestic beasts.
We felt how beautiful everything is
Sub-human, man absent from God’s creation.
And even his attempts of countering and ruin
Were turned into creative and regenerative forces
Within us now greater love’s awareness courses.
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable
Depression I hate my life
I feel trapped
stuck in the rut
trapped in lifes decay
you do not need to stay that way
you do not need to stay
change
change can be hard
your life is rapt with other people
yet you can change
a little girl stuck in a boarding school
you do not need to feel trapped
Education is your key to success
embrace the future find your dream
life will not always be that boarding school
education opens doors to life
It takes just three months training
to become a personal care assistant
and gain a liveable wage
from there, it's only three years training
To become a nurse
and the world opens to you
with the skills of a nurse
you can work anywhere in the world
With the skills of a nurse
you can travel around the world
getting jobs in different countries
I'm not saying that you must become a nurse
that is only one path to success
you could become a Doctor
our Doctor takes one months holiday to travel
once every three months
I'm not saying you must become a doctor
you could become any thing you want
success comes with education
the doors to freedom are opened to you
only waiting for you to build a plan
you do not need to feel trapped in life
no matter who you are you can change
my husband won't let me work
I feel to stupid to learn
skip out the back jack
go make a new plan Stan
life is full of change
I would not stay in a relationship
of violence
I would not stay in a relationship
where I felt trapped
people are there to help you
you can change
don't allow yourself to feel stupid
education improves the mind
study more, learn more
and build yourself the road
the path to over come stupidity
is the path of building knowledge
people learn fast
people learn slow
but all people can learn
to gain a path and grow
Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood and thunder, the New Testament is a construction
a clean-up of the real thing making palatable for the squeamish.
I think the creator of our world as an overarching intelligence
that when the job was done left its way.
The creator is neither good nor bad for it has no interest in
the world besides creating it, so it is entirely up to us
to make the world a liveable place, alas, so far we have failed.
Mankind have dreamt of extending life long after
its natural cycle even if unseen by the pulsing living world,
that is how some transcribers constructed Paradise so
we can exist into the indefinite and beyond.
To be and not to make no sense other than easing
the fearful heart and comfort the transition into death,
at this point my thoughts were interrupted, my wife
came and told me to do the dishes
Two things make the world bright;
The sun , The moon .
Governing the morning,
Governing the night.
Sending away darkness and grief .
Two things make our life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Guiding and caring
Even though there are reason to mourn.
Two things make the world beautiful;
The sun, The moon.
One is cooler,
The other is brighter.
One care for morning,
The other when needed.
Two things make life liveable;
The sun , The moon.
One source for the survival of all,
The other wait and care.
Two things make life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Both ensure life is bright.
When jealousy takes over,
Both comfort.
Oh nature !
The world is indebted to thee,
Make the day bright,
And yet never complain
Through hard times.
Two things make life inevitable;
THE SUN, THE MOON.
Obsessive, cumpulsive disorder,
OCD,
Intrusive thoughts,
OCD,
Overthinking
OCD,
However you want to say it,
It all means the same thing,
It means sleepless nights,
Pages and pages of writing,
long walks, with no music playing,
Because the voice in your head keeps you entertained,
It’s overthinking until there’s nothing more to think about,
But you’ll never get to that point,
Because there’s always something,
It’s getting stressed out about the little things,
Because everything matters to you,
It’s replaying convos in your head months after they’ve happened,
But you keep doing it,
Because somewhere between then and now somethings changed,
You just don’t know what,
You wish you did,
But you dont,
It’s planing conversations prior to doing them,
But them never actually happening,
Because that’s what OCD is,
It’s thinking of every possible scenario,
But forgetting the possibility of never running into them,
Never needing to talk about it,
Never being asked the question you thought would come up,
Its a hard thing to live with,
But there’s no escape,
There is no way to stop thinking,
The more you try the worse it gets,
But saying it’ll never get better is false,
Because it does get better,
Eventually you’ll learn how to manage,
But manage doesn’t mean solve,
Manage doesn’t mean fix,
Manage doesn’t make the pain go away,
Manage means it’ll become liveable,
Tolerable,
Bearable,
But the pain never fully stops,
The headache never fully goes away,
But the voice in your head will learn to whisper,
As you find your peace,
But it will never stop talking,
And that’s the way it should be,
Because that voice is you,
It makes you who you are,
Without it,
You wouldn’t quite be the same.
As much as you want it to leave you alone,
And you’ll spend nights banging your head,
Trying to silence it,
It won’t leave,
It’s apart of you,
And making it leave is cruel,
Because you couldn’t live without it.
So although it sucks most of the time,
And it can often ruin your mood,
It also makes you care so much,
It makes you never forget the good times,
It makes you nervous and excited for what the future holds,
So if I had the option to live without my OCD,
I’d say no,
Because it’s me,
And I am it,
And I am so grateful for that
Greens getting depleted
Pollution on rife
Water becoming dirty
She watches from sky
Finally can't take it
Tears flow down
We have rain
Pure water flows
Watching it
she cries more and more so that
plants may bloom
Pollution may reduce
Earth becomes more beautiful, liveable
But we humans take her for granted
Keep plundering and destroying
in our mad rush for money and meals
Filtering pure water
pouring it out
at cyclical intervals
she often gets irritated and angry
We have thunderstorm and lightening
But we continue to behave like immature babies
When will we learn, change, behave intelligently
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.
Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
Southgate and Sterling discourse on the disturbing. Alarming' The focus of classes through
Which much chattering passes, in meme graph and drama a gasp'orama of division's incision draconian Intrusion, reality never meeting; insanity tries our reason, as all seasons grow evil.'
Three meters apart, we survey the heart to heart, Sterling is speaking of racisms seeping
In establishments 'a steeping.' Against the grade he'd kept keeping moving in reason
Playing believing, although at times seething he'd still kept on keeping, right in his sights'
Southgate spoke fairly of efforts and aims, of soul searching to gain, for the betterment
Waiting not to get lost in the making, in the race to a summit not to jeopardise something
A reaching of reason, he expounded his thesis I believe he is open from what he has spoken
He and many knee taking, their sign to humanity with its fractures and vanity's in the making
Yet apartheid was there breathing it's death stench, I felt my inside almost up-retch invisible
Walling from floor up to ceiling 3 meters from reason; from the spirit of Christ's season
The farce of pandemic with dystopian rhetoric, was adhered to in action complying with
Coercion while denying its perversion, living out an in-version blind were the sighted
Yet puppet masters so delighted, set the scene and invited this righteous pair; so united
The validation of division apartheid in Britain! an acceptable evil; is this truly liveable?
Imagination un-holy in the scenes now bestowed me I saw the spectre of evil
Strutting in between them, breathing their words in, and spitting out silent signs'
Pseudo derived 'lateral inanity' our salvation? And To embrace such insanity?
© Joe Maverick 2021