Living in a belly-fighting off bacteria
Begging other intelligence to disembowel us
Hatred’s tsunanima floods our irrigation system of morals.
No lives matter.Nazi’s aren’t the only few crazier than Mercuries Mad Hatter.
Everyone has an opinion.
Every Judy thinks they are entitled to a Punch – no need to be drunk.
infers we can’t learn violence is a domino effect.
Cause and effect
ripples from skidding stones.
Balance in humanity
artifially inseminated tinnitus
is the reality.
We look to archaic verse in the Testament that
‘ an eye for an eye’
is as natural as witnessing two beasts bin active fornication being violated.
Our emotions show us we are alive.
We feel we must feel — we have to feel to carry a vigil of hope
Godless goddess installed a program of free will.
A Divine sign?
Why not take back this privilege?
Why make n imperfect world full of sublime, then lure us out with the promise of sporadic sunshine?
Caters to the needs of every breather, every ecosystem.
No need for adulterated theft.
God is a Narcissist.
Why would someone with such power sit back and watch us destroy one another?
Fuck the lies, the parables,
Jesus dying for our sins?
His resurrection dragged through centuries of blasphemous leaders chanting idolific hymn.
In the name of Ignoratious Barkus Dogma.
Religion – organised to control the masses
Sniff out to snuff out the submissive odour- of terrorism.
fists connecting with human bodies
Unlicenced rifles blasting into chunks of beasts flesh.
Who is right?
We’re in a goblins game lost in a maze
They have the eduction to translate to us
cuts to every department.
This is a prison.
When Suicide is a man’s motive to rise to the heavens and receive a reprisal.
Then it is a given.
God is a narcissist.
Jesus was a shoddy carpenter. Check out my gate.
A whore mopping up brows is the only tangible part of this story I find plausible.
Give me a sign!
suffering to this extent is for an entity pantomime.
A gathering On Mount Olympus of Enlightened gods who never miss an episode of planet earth.
Darkness reveals a screen
A dismal form of the masses. These pupils— dilated, babble out words of freedom
Freedom to insult ,
Freedom to obliterate ,
Freedom to disfigure,
Freedom to impregnate,
Freedom to live in contempt.
A society bloated, heaving up piles of excess.
Anarchy doesn’t mean terrorisation.
Revolution is for the mighty hearts.
Revolution is for a shift in consciousness from inequality for the many in parts.
We all deserve to be on the earth offender register.
Why do we obey ungovernable laws ?
We take our grievances into our own hands.
How can there be justice?
When her namesake fails us with a well-practised pose of inverted corruption?
Born in navigation mode,
We’re grappling at pockets of hope to Trust in humanity.
Live by your true North
Live by your inherent moral compass .
Especially if life decrees a sentence of physical deformity;
Don’t look to the sky for an answer.
Don’t look to a man with free words dribbling down his jumper.
Don’t tear down statues that can’t fight back.
There is no sense in joining hands with this vicious pack.
We all have it wrong.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
God is a narcissist
Hidden behind every face with a stoic sense of entitlement
Knitted together from years of oppressive Dogma
Teaching Seers to
Oversight at what a plight this method of living truly is.
We all need to hang.
Hang our heads in shame.
Cut out my heart
See it bleed
Let it bleed …
examine its appearance
understand there is no difference –
we come into the world.
We all rely on another hand for our first feed.
Then we are taught to have a plan B.
Alone, I’m ready to denounce my mammalian side, take my chances, swim against the tide of sick oceans in one last effort to truly be free
Free from what?
Free from hate,
Free from Rhetoric verse spoken lost to a lingering scent of horse manure.
I denounce my own and seek a new home on the basis-I don’t recognize my own kind.
I don’t see a common interest
A goal –
All I see is another foe.
I choke on these words.
Why can’t we learn
I could go on
We have history books showing our true face in good faith.
Nothing is censored.
The age of enlightenment has turned into the stagnant pregnancy of disillusionment.
God is a Narcissist.
Mrs. Tersable had the patience of Hades with a lengthy dose of blue ball build up syndrome.
Beans on toast, eaten straight out of a tin can – this is not how she was used to living, outside of her comfort zone.
She wore wooly jumpers to cover the razor sharp teeth piercing through her very own flesh.
She was so gifted in signing off with a ‘kiss kiss’ and a ‘mwah mwah’– tres AbFab darling
BBC Nigella’s best Italian dish.
Unfortunate event, she was the kind of lady who had to learn how to suck the devil’s cock. Have her ass smacked and molded into a fine knight mare.
The tragedy in her quest to rise to power in a Patriarchal society took a heavy blow on a high voltage setting ,following a trail to the bully matriarch beatbox competition at ye olde fayre.
She rose in stature until she hit her own glass ceiling – a rose always needs to be pruned. All flowers, eventually, lose their fragrance and bloom.
Every season there will always be another eager seedling waiting to come out and steal her once-signature odorous perfume.
It’s a lamentable world we live in when the people who are meant to be teachers and mentors,
refuse to listen to their own apprentice or student who listens , then questions the station ranked above.
Not all students climb this far to then curtsey disabled in fear, at one vicious bark – all the way on the Yorkshire moors.
What does this say about us as parents, role models, teachers when we refuse to admit our own errors?
We pinch our noses to avoid inhaling one whiff of humble pie, no one saw you order a Miss Hannigan chaser.
An associate of those benefit drunks with the DT tremors?
Feedback at any age,gender ,role or title is crucial to evidence your presence in eternal life learning.
Mistakes are a necessary jigsaw piece to conclude this game.
It’s not so much what we don’t say as to how we say it.
Oops, maybe that 15-year-old child shouldn’t have appeared to be marking that essay on the subject of learning to ‘look kept while she is on the game- earning’.
Bullies come in a plethora of forms – the ones with the sweetest touch can turn on a person like a stye in the eye.
Manic and wide-eyed .
‘Attention , we now introduce you to Sir werewolf faint heart . ‘
His title gives him permission to tear down the fourth wall but he promptly decides to use off stage to indicate he has his role – his own part.
So changeable – so constant.
If it weren’t for experimental folk, you might believe that the very word had been a word that ‘phantasmagoria -the shouting star’ ,hurtled down to you from a startling height in a –
can you picture it?
A cosmic sky.
Oh, how some serfs do like a good old-fashioned backdrop.
Kitchen sink drama – ironing and puffing a cig so soon after a hideous operation tumor larynx op.
I don’t mind subjective commentary .
Political and social change is in a state of osmosis.
Where is she hiding ? be a darling and throw us an adlib objective objection – based on some factual,theoretical documentary.
Ego hypothetically propositioned and the recent report is he is officially unwounded.
Id is feeling indulgently charitable.
Super ego is insulted on behalf of all the marginalized it chooses to write about.
Prepared to work with all senses engaged, ready to gain insight and to ‘show and tell’ how flawed this world truly is .
Just because it says something black on white – doesn’t mean it’s exempt from giving you a bad case of colonic irrigation ,peppered doubt.
The biggest bullies are the usual suspect atypical members – they all have a hidden agenda.
Keep your cool and refuse to cower from the tirade of abuse screamed down the cord of a retro style, dial-up telephone – switch on to radio channel smoothie blender.
Only you can be your greatest ally and defender.
you could go on one hell of a bender.
Never been an option for the author who has fought off more heated bitches in duplicitous organizations with a questionable gender.
*Inspired by good old fashioned rotten to the core bullies sitting in apple trees *
She didn’t know how to give up.
Her greatest ally and her all consuming demise.
Daisy Willows/Natasha Bodley/GOATS2BDazee/Daisyinthewillows
Musing for today.
Hope you are all doing what you need to get by. Life is what it is.
This song always makes me thing of life in a different way. It’s a bittersweet song that always bring a wry smile to my visage.
The title of this post says it all.
I have could give. (counting my fingers) at least 10 reasons to ignore reality. I’m a professional at life -escapism
I’m on uppers and downers.
I’m in debt.
My Bee (daughter) is ill.
The sun remains my disco ball.
It’s (literally) beaming rays of bright yellow (as I type)
Us humans are not a dying species. We’re living in oceanspolluted with plastic and crazy levels acidification
I filled in a form – to
live on plastic to get by.
Tomorrow I’m still going to be here. I make my own fate.
I’m not a ray of sunshine.
Far from it.
Bees, (buzz) and almost three quarters of our earthling friends have been driven to extinction.
My Bee had a rough night. At 7 am I let her play ‘Jurassic Park’ on the xbox.
ha! ha! They are long gone but never forgotten.
My warped sense of humour has acted as my currency today.
I count my blessing because In my life I’ve been surrounded around 4 kick ass ladies- all showing me different outlooks on Life.
My Mom – A legend!
My Gran (who passed away from vascular dementia and Alzheimers on Mothers day last year.
I have to laugh – what a day to leave this world!
Wherever you are Gran – Thank you!
Tati! I miss my aunt so much. We had some awesome times together. She died of lung cancer in February 2016. I know that I’m not the only one who misses someone.
I have my Nan (on holiday in South Africa) who dedicated many years of her life and time to me.
My Dad couldn’t be assed. I love him,I don’t want wake up -one day – and realise he’s dead.
Je ne regrette rien’. Edith Piaf
In my heart ,I respect he was a part of the conception process. And Yeah.. we are human. Whatever!
My Nan took on his role when my Mom or my Gran couldn’t. Today’s moments of introspection made me realise, that most of the men I have known in my life have been weak, and spineless . I don’t include my male bros (in my life)
At least they seem it to me. Not saying they are weak all the time. just saying…….
I’m laughing… if there is a God (who clapped his hands ,one day and turned chaos into light. His (always look on the Bright side of life) son could walk on water but.. he can’t fix a gate.
My Grandad -RIP – I have this image of mim making business deals with every God of every religion. He was a brilliant, eccentric character .
I miss him. I wish I paid more attention to his perspective on life when he was still..
His favourite saying was: IT’S NOT A TRAIN SMASH
(my gaze drifts to look out my window, I strain my ears to listen)
Nope, No rail tracks in sight nor Choo Choo trains blasting their horns .
Surely the people who are out on there on their travels – trains, planes and automobiles- are more likely to tempt fate than I am……
It’s been a challenge to focus on getting on with life and writing this post….( without another night of ‘nada’ / o hours of sleep)
I’ve had to ‘dig deep’ and not wrap myself into from all the crazy shit that’s happening/ has happened
I’ve been singing away the blues.
This moment is … is a gift. This post probably doesn’t make sense. I care about loads of – and far too many. people
At the same time I’m sure I could be doing more to help myself and others.
(my eyes drift and settle on making out images of clouds. Moving so fast ) being true too it’s nature.
We are human beings. Life is tough and the ones who make it are probably…
…on happy pills .
I’m joking ….
Bad joke. I’m on medication. Loads of tablets.
Does it help? Sometimes they serve a purpose – then other days I want to give my all and increase my productivity dosage.
The fact is I’m still here. That’s good enough for me.
I’m blessed to have a daughter who commands my maternal instincts to protect her.
Many days have been more creepy carnival than Mardi Gras It can be scary and rather “trippy ” at times.
I stumble about from one task to the next,
..I suppose things could be worse.
Time to defibrillate my spirit into exsistance , whilst singing to the song ‘Staying aliiiiive’
Tomorrow is Tuesday. Fact.
I’m rather happy to be in the U.K. for a change-far away from the Twisted Trump oddity.
Hello ? what is he thinking announcing that he will only allow white immigrants into The U.S of A. ? The very day communities come together to ,
To unite and pay respect to his Sir Reverend Martin Luther King ‘s day.
He used community and solidarity to try gain human rights.
26 years too late..
This has become a national service day in the Americas –
Can you believe people are encouraged to fight war. To serve their country.
War seems (to me) the opposite of Martin Luther Kings goals. Okay I know about the Black panthers .
Civil war ,slavery….
Approximately two generations after the prohibition ban on alcohal – (top five most addictive drug consumed in the world)
We have the “Millenials” , men , women , young teenagers being encouraged to fight about religion ? (thinking) the ongoing opiote war. Money?
#MLKday for “civilians” who keep the true spirit of Sir Reverend’s agenda -to create a strong sense of community.
1994 -the year they decided give national services day to honour M.L.K.
This is the same year (I watched on the television) Nelson Mandela, late president of South Africa being released after 27 years incarceration on Robin Island.
Dr. King was arrested 30 times for his participation in civil rights activities. While Dr. King preached about justice, empowerment, love and peace, in the final months of his life, his attention was turned to fighting poverty. Sadly, more Americans live in poverty today than during Dr. King’s lifetime. Forty-seven million Americans currently fall below the poverty line.
So on that note I will sign off with a song close to my heart . The feature pic is my arm with Make Believe -sunshine will follow the rain – tattooed. Not easy to take when it’s on my left hand and I’m using my right hand.
Hold up, I’m getting into the swing of writing.
yeah, this tattoo is one of my Mantras/positive affirmations I use to get by. Life could be worse. I could wake up colour blind tomorrow…..That would suck.
Anyway.. I needed to write a post to talk myself out of self wallowing.
I’ve opened all my existing debt letters and I will get back to them…
Here is the song I love so much. It is referenced in a book I’ve read called ‘the Paris wife’ by Paula Mclain.
I sang away the blues…….
I know it’s not easy for most people. If I come across as sarcastic-
I am. It helps me laugh instead of cry.
Time to hit publish
Over to Nora bayes and a quote from the King.