Quarantined

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Are you feeling distressed, maybe not right in the head, as you look at the world we now live in
A nightmare scene, that Hollywood scriptwriters could never have imagined
Even in their wildest dreams
Are you so bored out of your mind, or perhaps been more productive
How grateful are you to those medical staff, risking it all, does it make you feel small
How did all this come about. Who can we blame
Are you catching up on those books, you always said you’d read
Is your house now so clean, its any housewifes dream

How about those people, your stuck with inside
Who at the best of times, can get inside your mind, and drive you insane
Do you hate, Do you dream of the day, you’ll be far the hell away from them
Perhaps you are learning patience, tolerance, letting things go
But also at the same time, also dreaming of revenge
What kind of man are you
Brexit, Syria, foreign wars fade from view, as they leave the world stage
The world comes together to combat this outrage
Empty streets, quiet days, and silent nights
Millions sit at home and wait, for our governments to open up the gates again
We stare out from our windows, disbelieving, and aching for all this to come right
The whole world brought to a standstill, by an unseen enemy, that can make us all so ill

Have you now found Jesus, or some other such saviour
Are you on your bended knees, promising to lead a life so pure and clean
He’d have no option, but to allow through those pearly gates
If that’s where your heading to
Will you be different, when all this is over
Kinder, perhaps. More generous in your view, and a lot more grateful too
Determined to do those things, you were forever promising yourself to do
Will those wasteful relationships, just have to go
Do you feel trapped, and just don’t know what to do
Do you wonder will the end of this carry on, ever come true
Are you alone, Are you afraid, for yourself, and others
Will the media be brought to book, daily force feeding us statistics, we’d rather ignore
Do I really need to know, another poor soul, has succumbed to this illness
Thousands of miles from where I am. Do I need to hear such stories again, and again
My heart jumps, my nerves on edge, stress levels, bursting right out of my head
Where is it safe to lay my head, tonite
Is that surface wiped down, or did I touch it again
Shall I run to the washroom, I need all this to end

Will all this put your life in perspective, about what matters most
Are you a millionaire, who will promise to care more, and donate to the science community, if only we can get through this
Hey those in government, health, education cutbacks in favour of a foolish arms race
Don’t seem such a clever move now, not that they ever were
Will you pay nurses fairly, or will it all be lost on you

Benefits of all this, crime rate is down, world wide. Global co-operation abounds
Stout people are getting slim. Pollution, global warming, all on hold
Time to spend with loved ones, and our children too
Malaria, Ebola, Sars virus, and many more, we’ve seen it all before
As a human race, whatever it is that we face, we endeavour, we endure
We settle the score, and we overcome, as one
The human race, resilient to the core
So you have faith now, one day very soon now, one of these scientific geniuses, will relieve us of our worldwide gloom

The Faces of the Invisible.

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The Faces of The Invisible.

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He was invisible to them. Nobody noticed him, or at least pretended not to notice him. He sat like the rest of us, in the railway station waiting room, seeking refuge from the bitter cold outside. At least it was warm. We sat with our luggage, and warming tea and recently purchased, quiet expensive sandwiches.
He sat huddled with dirty track bottoms, and dirty shoes. A black anorak, with a hood covering his head, and slim frame. He had no hot tea, or sandwich. His arms folded over covering himself. Never once did he raise his head, to see what was going on around him. Never once did he ask of any of us in that waiting room for a few quid to help him out. He just sat with his eyes closed, head pointed down towards the ground, the whole time I watched him. He was no more than nineteen years old I guess.
I studied him, and the people around him, and wondered did the other travellers not even see him. Did he not exist in their minds. Was he a non entity ? Could they not see another human being obviously suffering and down on his luck. People nearby read there newspapers. Played with their expensive mobile phones. One or two of the more obnoxious travellers conducted business deals, excited, smug and self satisfied with another deal successful concluded. Oblivious to this young guy, within ten feet of them. The middle aged ladies discussing their travel plans, and the relatives they would be visiting. Some played games, caught up with emails on their tablets. Other studied the screen as it displayed and reloaded the upcoming train times. reorganising their plans. I wondered where would he go, when he would inevitably be asked to leave the shelter of the warm waiting room, and what would he do tomorrow and the next day, and the next. How had life brought him to this.
As I watched the other temporary inhabitants of that waiting room, I silently questioned their humanity. I also questioned my own, as I left the warmth of the waiting room, to catch my train without stopping to offer him help, of some description. Was it embarrassment, fear of his reaction, or did want to draw any attention to myself. What ever it was, I never figured it. Would I act differently in a similar situation again. That I could not say. I would like to think I would be more humane, but who knows.

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Torture.

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Is life torture to you, and you just don’t know what to do
Do you wish it was over now, just wishing for the end
Is everything what you wanted not coming true
The love of your life not appearing
That career, you aint even sure of, not showing up
The wealth you dreamed of, seems such an impossible dream
Your aspirations to enhance the lives of others, seem empty futile, even obscene

Where is it all gone wrong, the people you meet daily, not want you want to see
They are the damn opposite of what you see in your dreams
Where’s that compatible partner, why just can’t they appear
You know, just like magick
That career you hanker after, how come it just disappears
Where’s the end to this, God alone knows
Where are the people you expect to show up, as you did for them
With their care, their consideration, or is that an empty dream
You were there for them, but now they ain’t nowhere to be seen
Make’s one question deeply, are some friendships what they purport to be

Is your body up the creek, with no end in sight
No healing miracles, about to come your way, and put things right
It’s stuff like this, that at times make’s it hard to carry on
With no brightness ahead, it all looks rather……trying
It’s at times like this, pleasure is in short supply
With a negative outlook, you might think abut dying
Many, many days like this, and life can seem like torture, and I ain’t lying

Have you got someone in your life saying, you don’t matter, you hardly exist
What’s going on with you, is of little and no concern
But yet they watch and analyse every move you make
Give there view on your preconceived mistakes, do they not believe in live and let live
Why can they not live their own lives, instead of living your life for you
Instead they find fault with all that you do, they that have little, to non existent respect

Why don’t you just hide away, until I discern you may be worth interacting with
But only to bring you down, as I lift myself up, and watch you squirm
Once again you’ve fallen for my my false sense of love and concern
But I care nothing for you, when will you ever learn
You are nothing to me, but a psychological punchbag, on whom I can let free
Destroy, and tear down, with words that cut to the core
Words that will reverberate for evermore within your mind
Even when I’m gone from this world, my words will destroy and control you
From beyond the grave
You got people like this in your life, throw them out, before they take your soul, your spirit, your life
Take my word, you see people like this, close to you. Shut them down, cut them out
This is what you must do. This is what you must do

Watching trough the window, another sunny day, another lovely day
Blue skies, and fluffy clouds, birds high in the sky
As you sit alone in your house, contemplating the benefits should you die
Maybe I may change my mind, another Netflix movie, foreign language perhaps
Engage my mind fully. Proper diet, positive views, you know, like you should do
Maybe life won’t seem so bad. Gotto keep bouncing back
Sure we’ll see what we can do. If it all seems worth it…..

 

 

The Faces of The Invisible.

Photo by Joe Keating on Unsplash

He was invisible to them. Nobody noticed him, or at least pretended not to notice him. He sat like the rest of us, in the railway station waiting room, seeking refuge from the bitter cold outside. At least it was warm. We sat with our luggage, and warming tea and recently purchased, quiet expensive sandwiches.
He sat huddled with dirty track bottoms, and dirty shoes. A black anorak, with a hood covering his head, and slim frame. He had no hot tea, or sandwich. His arms folded over covering himself. Never once did he raise his head, to see what was going on around him. Never once did he ask of any of us in that waiting room for a few quid to help him out. He just sat with his eyes closed, head pointed down towards the ground, the whole time I watched him. He was no more than nineteen years old I guess.
I studied him, and the people around him, and wondered did the other travellers not even see him. Did he not exist in their minds. Was he a non entity ? Could they not see another human being obviously suffering and down on his luck. People nearby read there newspapers. Played with their expensive mobile phones. One or two of the more obnoxious travellers conducted business deals, excited, smug and self satisfied with another deal successful concluded. Oblivious to this young guy, within ten feet of them. The middle aged ladies discussing their travel plans, and the relatives they would be visiting. Some played games, caught up with emails on their tablets. Other studied the screen as it displayed and reloaded the upcoming train times. reorganising their plans. I wondered where would he go, when he would inevitably be asked to leave the shelter of the warm waiting room, and what would he do tomorrow and the next day, and the next. How had life brought him to this.
As I watched the other temporary inhabitants of that waiting room, I silently questioned their humanity. I also questioned my own, as I left the warmth of the waiting room, to catch my train without stopping to offer him help, of some description. Was it embarrassment, fear of his reaction, or did want to draw any attention to myself. What ever it was, I never figured it. Would I act differently in a similar situation again. That I could not say. I would like to think I would be more humane, but who knows.

Popular, why not ?

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Why are not more people reading my stuff
I mean, come on, I’m being as productive as I can be
Short stories, some life advice and even poetry
Why not more social media shares, or even any, I really do care
I want other’s to notice, and see what I write
Do I want to be famous, no that’s alright
Would I like my writing to be picked up by some movie producer
Some publishing house, oh such glee
Make a film of my stories, and I get rich, hopefully
Some newspapers, or websites, take my writings, and syndicate worldwide.
It happens like that in my imagination, why not here in real life

Am I living in a fantasy world, is this not how it should be
Perhaps my words are not the precious gems, and solutions I perceive them to be
Am I helping to solve people’s problems and issues
Or just writing for attention, and for others to say how great I can be
Maybe if I angle my writing towards helping others
Readers will visit by the score
After all I will be helping solve their problems, that may be piling up by their door
Maybe if I move on up that track, I’ll attract much acclaim
Perhaps others will listen to what I say and write, with awe
Should they wish to worship at my feet, well who am I to say, this they should not do
I am starting to live and die, by that red notification icon, on my WordPress site
Come on somebody, anybody, and give us a like
Hurry up will you, my anger and frustration, is getting well out of sight
I ain’t got the time to be sitting here all night, watching and reloading the screen
Another ding of that bell, then I’m assured I’m doing alright
That other people, actually like what I write
Then all is well with my world

Why am I writing here, is it to solve people’s issues
Or to keep my mind clear
Is it for popularity, fame, wealth and all that
Or a pseudo means of hidden psychotherapy
To keep me reasonably balanced and sane
As that’s what I find writing does
An opportuntiy to process, to reflect, and think things through
After been involved with people, and situations
Perhaps given a choice, one would not do
All that of course, and keep my brain fresh and engaged
Keep dementia from the door
Maybe I should just be satisfied with the small group that follow
And be happy and grateful enough with that.

Confusion.

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Decisions.

Which Way Should I Go Now, What Way Should I Turn, What Is It I’m Meant To Do No
Will I Ever Learn, Whatever It Is, I’m Meant To Learn
Should I Ask That Woman Out, Or Have Another Beer
That Will At Least Help Quench My Thirst, And Help Allay My Fear

Why Does My Brother Drink So Much, Like A Thirsty Deer
Wonder If He’s An Alcoholic, He Is Surly Drinking Something Chronic
That’s A Rocky Road He’s Heading To
What Is It I Can Do, To Bring Him Back From That Dark Brink
Before He Fully Steps Into That Abyss, Cause Down There His Life Is Sure To Sink

What’s The Strategy For Winning At Life, That’s What I Want To Know
Be Quick Lord, And Give Me Some Clear Cut Advice, Before I Got To Go
Should I Take This Job, Or That,what If I Make A Mistake
Will I Forever Berate Myself, For Stopping At The Starting Gate

Why Be Afraid Of Asking Her Out, Cause Rejection Hurts You See
None Of Us Like To Be Knocked Back And Cut Down, It Hurt’s And I Might Bleed
Why Does The Grass Always Seem Greener, When I Look Over There
Why Can’t It Be Greener Here, Standing In This Place
Will I Become Angelic Here, As I Stand In A State Of Grace

Indecisiveness Ain’t No Joke, Too Many Wrong Decisions, Will Life Could Go Up In Smoke
Why Is He Looking At I,does He Think We Should Go Out
I Don’t Think So, He Looks Kinda Sly, And I’m Rather Shy
In Any Case, Its Women For Me, That’s What I Fancy, Not A Man,can’t You See
Find A Suitable One, Is Quite A Different Matter
Plenty Like To Stop, Chat, And Have A Bit Of A Natter
Weather We Would Fall In Love With One Another, Well That’s A Question For The Gods Above

Should I Do This, Or Maybe That. Am I Actually Gonna Wear That Blue Hat
Or That Jacket There, The One With The Mohair, What About Those Jeans On That Chair
Do I Want Black, Blue, Or Maybe White, Ain’t Too Sure, Ain’t Too Clear
Well Now, This Is Not Too Bright, Oh Dear, Oh Dear, Oh Dear

If Only Someone Could Make The Decision For Me, How Much Easier Life Would Be
Then I Could Sit Down In Peace, And Comfort And Have A Cup Of Tea
But Would I Want Sugar With That, On A Saucer, Or In A Mug, Or Maybe On A Plate
Here We Go My Friend, Faced With Decisions Once Again\

There’s No Getting Away From This, It’s Truly Nuts, Or Do I Mean Bananas
Crazy, Daft Or Just Too Much
Does Everyone Suffer Just As Much As I, From Such Indecision
Or Am I Just Using It As A Crutch, To Delay What Has To Be Done
Or Am I Waiting For Some Visions
Perhaps As A Way To Play With, And Engage My Mind, So That It Twist, Turn And Wrangle
Keep Looking At Possibilities From Every Other Angle

I Could Go On, And On Like A Never Ending Song, But I Think I’ll Leave It Here
There’s Work To Be Done, Then I Can Think About That Nun, Who Passed Me By Today
Spinning On Her Bike
I Certainly Liked The Look Of Her, And I Admit I Glanced At Her At Least Twice
Wonder Would She Be Open To An Approach, From A Fella Such As I
Fairly Sure She’d Polite And Friendly If I Said More Than Hi
Willing To Speak To A Drooling Stranger, Who Only Had Eyes For Her
If She Didn’t Stop, And Be Right Nice And Kind, I’m Pretty Sure The Guilt And Remorse
Would Drive Her Out Of Her Mind

So That’s A Decision Made, I Think I’ll Go With That, Next Time I See Her Cycling On A Bit
I May Say, Can I Invite You For Some Fish And Chips, See What She Might Say
If She Refuses, I’ll Say,’you’re A Loser, And You’re Heading To Hell Anyway’
But Maybe She’ll Yes, As I’m Always Hoping For The Best
Have To See Where That Will Lead, Perhaps I Can Persuade Her, To Break Her Sworn Creed
Help Her Find A Life Of Love And Happiness With A Man
She Can Still Be Holy And Friends With God Above
As Long As She And I, Are Madly, Truly Deeply, Intensely In Love
There’ll Always Be Room For More Than One In Our Relationship
Have To See How All That Works Out

As You Never Know Unless You Try, May As Well Give It A Go Before You Die
At Least Then I’d Would  Know One Way Or The Other
Weather She’d Be A Possible Candidate To Become My Children’s Mother
That’s When And If I Have Children, I Mean, But I Think It Would Be A Lot Of Fun Trying
Here’s Hoping I Don’t Find The Exertion Too Much, And Possibly End Up Dying
That Would Never Do, Although I Suppose There’s Worse Ways To Go
But Still I Like Living Too Much, To Give It All Up
So I’ll Strive Not To Die At All
That’s My Plan, And I Am Sticking With That.

 

                                     

                                                                                                                                           07-nov-2015//g.