All will recieve a basic pay..OK..' The aim? To remove poverty..Yet the cost.?? Multi-billions.!!! Unless.? There were a lot less people.??? Does that help anyone who is
Trying to rationalise a plan-demic..And war
After war.' The anti-familiy teaching in some sectors.' The elevation of enviroment
In overall awareness..Yet the enviroment is
Quite able to 'look after itself' if? You? Believe its managed.' For millenia to so do.? Are there facts.? Evidence of civilizations crumbling..Yet the environment continuing.? Well? Help me here.' Quite a strong excuse though.? Do ya
Reckon? To kill off seven billion ( useless eaters.?) Not my words.!!! Anyway have a think.? Check out the dissappearance of the independant buisnesses street corner
Banks, and automated voice healthcare?? Services.' The refusal of oxygen for pallative care patients.' And the insertion of
Life ending as a medical option.' Not to mention infanticide.? I'll let you do the maths.?
The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become.
The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun.
The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won.
Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become.
The years fly by and your reflection starts to cry as you realise age has won.
You still feel young and ache for the careless, never ending fun of those nights you had in the sun.
Now creaks and pains try their hardest to remain as you try to remember lost loves in days now gone. You realise when your mind tries to rationalise how old you have become.
Where once stood so proud your youth and glory so strong and loud now looks back at you in mumbled confusion for why that strength and confidence cut and run.
The storm that’s raging inside my head,
Makes me want to stay in bed.
I want to stay there day and night,
I see the tunnel but not the light.
It’s completely exhausting, and a drain,
To rationalise what’s going on in my brain.
So many thoughts that overwhelm me,
I wish it were clear, I wish I was free.
'Several opinions on same issue if followed simultaneous prime target may be
spoilt’ ..... Poet
OPINIONS
Own opinion is priority on any outcome or happenstance.
Person to person opinions vary on same topic or occurrence.
Invariably some are strong, some weak.
Next comes analysis, not to be influenced to pick up quick.
Inevitable controversy : Take advice but don’t be prompt to apply.
Onward , rationalise the matter from all aspects to justify.
Need to establish prime consideration before to certify.
Several opinions may be consulted but own decision to rely.
Brooding Nimbus
Whirling in vortex of complexity.
Perplexed mind floating in confusion.
Illusion chasing emotive urge
directed by self-obsession.
Dormant desires dominating :
Feelings failing to rationalise.
Self -centered mind getting saturated .
Analysis fluctuates.
Ambition devastated : Frustration followed.
Couldn't detect, whether mind is full or hollow.
Couldn't complete syllabus of life
but floating aimless in brooding nimbus.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Amygdala fires up, logic becomes blind.
Tightness of chest, muscles tensing, preparing for fight or flight.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Thoughts crash and topple trying to find.
Scrambling to make sense, to rationalise!
Eyes widen, jaw stiffens as adrenaline flies!
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Darkness is craved from the logical side.
Trying to find somewhere to hide.
Quiet needed now to temper the mind.
Alone with yourself but of a different kind.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Rage containment, holding back the tide.
Sitting still, of warring will to contain the anger inside.
Draining strength to cool the blazing fire.
When anger sets in, deep in the mind.
As it is where do we stand in the face of fear? Fear for a child, a parent, a loved one or a peer!
How do we rationalise the chances we take? A soldier may die in the experience he or she makes. But, that’s what their training and mindset are prepared to accept in the worst case.
A nurse is now obliged to risk all to save us. Do we accept this or ask why is the state of the nation so morally unjust?
We can’t carry on with an attitude of success at all costs. Foolish statements made to bolster a nations ego have already and could result in too much needless loss!
The schools are everything important for a nation to exist. Education, education, education is so important for opportunities and success to persist.
Our track record on listening to the experts shows that we think we know what’s best? But this time it’s schools of children, support staff and teachers that will face the most serious of tests!
Those Irrational numbers used in maths,
They lead to understanding what's real,
Those numbers rationalise all that we make,
Like building a perfectly round wheel,
With pi and e and the Golden ratio,
And of course the square root of two,
We can now create everything,
Though Pythagorians thought it taboo.
And how irrational numbers, with a small leap of faith,
Made us logical, stable and wise,
Like the small leap of faith in an irrational god,
When he sent down those three little wise guys.
Yet we try to rationalise the bizarre,
The whimsical, nonsense of insane,
Though it can’t be defined in maths or a bible,
Or in a simple quatrain.
Close your eyes, breathe in and feel
What your senses experience, what is real
Sight alone can miss what is there
Sometimes you don’t see…even through a stare
Then there are sounds that conjure a vision
But those alone may cause confusion
Maybe a smell that’s in the air
Can detect that something…you think is there
Touch alone, sensed through the skin
Can mislead the information you feel within
Last but not least is the taste of it all
But that alone can confuse what you recall
Individual senses can be hard to analyse
But used together we rationalise
The five common senses…sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch
But there is a sixth…that we rely on so much!!
Philip Royle copyright © 2012
We must take courage to look at, can,
That dirge and the tragedy of Hiroshima,
To conclude and rationalise if we can,
That throbbing, deathly, vile panorama.
We did it, we conceived of it,
We intentioned that statement said,
So let that blood statement ourselves hit,
And blossom in purple and red.
Some people make me smile
Some people have a heart of gold
You can always tell who they are
It doesn't matter how poor, how pretty or how old
Without these people the world would be a worthless place
You know such people, you know their face
We all try to be or act like them
Some of us succeed, some pretend!
I try to rationalise what's lacking in my mind
I try to see somethings that I just can't find!
But when I see someone so good, so honest, so kind
It makes me appreciate what it is I see, the best of humanity.
What it should be to be humankind.
Caught between what I want
and what I can never be:
an animal caged
whilst dreaming of the Serengeti.
A letter addressed,
under-funded, undelivered,
never to reach its destiny.
As a child, naïve, blinkered.
Life was simple,
so easy to comprehend.
Youthful arrogance
my foremost friend
that blew away
in the gentlest of winds:
a soulless character
without the will to win.
An un-tethered Leviathan
with its superficial heart
began to unleash
its psychotic poisons within,
a scourge, an obnoxious beast
wishing me only harm.
My life began to unravel,
a darkness overwhelming;
a journey without sight.
My intellectual capacity
to delve deeply into
the complexities of my mind,
the concepts that allowed me
to rationalise, to grow,
nearly destroyed me...
a gift I so often despised.
Today, I hardly recognise
the person I used to be.
My inner thoughts are my own,
a mind able to function with clarity,
no longer a collection
of misshapen thoughts...
My past,
a welcome companion,
together, we will discover
our veracious destiny.
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