October 2011
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Storytelling
Well all know what a story is, don’t we? A stream of words or ideas, whether factual or fictional, that come together to reveal the tales of other lives, objects or ideas. They are, culturally, probably one of the most important things with regards to making human beings what they are, and go hand in hand with our need to communicate, and with our development of more complex forms of...
The Church of (The Bank of) England
It may have to come to some of your attentions that in towns, and cities worldwide, people are taking to tents in the name of democracy. The dominant message behind these protests is an end to the corporate greed and dehumanisation of the democratic population. There are, without doubt, fundamental cracks in our system of democracy, the biggest one being my old nemesis of ‘lobbying’...
The Art of Psychotherapy
Tread carefully across the eggshell floors, each delicate cracking noise is a broken thought; a schism in the relationship of mind and soul. Tread carefully, and take your seat Upon that tattered, lofty throne. Sit on high, and judge over all of it. Assess your surroundings. See the floor, broken and tainted. Think about it. What is wrong with it, objectively. How can you change it? Sit and...
Autumn's Demonic Sonnet
Synthetic hell-fires glow, Illuminating a dank and misty canopy. In the distance banshees wail, with a howl that chills both skin and soul. A vulpine bark in twisted woods sounds like screams of deepest agony, and skeletal digits, crippled, writhe - skin shed as time did take its toll. The Styx in the sky is visible to the eye as Charon carries corpses home. The synthetic fires don’t...
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Bad Song Lyrics Special - DJ Quik
@dplayer92259 thanks for the suggestion :D Right…It has long been my intention to make a mockery of bad song lyrics in one of my blogs and it is still my intention to do so. But @dplayer92259 on twitter brought to my attention a song that is so ludicrously ripe for mockery that it is almost a pisstake of itself. Indeed, my greatest embarrassment with this piece would be if it turned out the...
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NeoGenesis: God said "Let there be light...And it...
OK, here I go again with the controversy. I am sorry, I cannot resist a controversial subject. I am in no way attempting to insult anyone’s faith, nor am I trying to convert people to atheism. I feel you are free to believe whatever you wish so long as you do not harm others with it. A mistake that has occurred in the past and, unfortunately, still occurs well into the present. I am merely...
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An Explanation: My Luck
Some people often ask me whether things are actually as bad as I make out, or whether or not it is just my outlook. Being a depressive, I am known to see things negatively, even if they are not. But it is still my insistence that, a lot of the time, things are actually that bad. People accuse me of thinking the whole world is out to get me, when, it has been proven, time and again, that it seems...
Gaddafi: Ritual Sacrifice and the Global Economic...
Right, time for another blog that probably get me some hate, but frankly, I don’t care. This one is with regards to the news of the recent death or Colonel Muammar Gaddafi. Firstly, I want to highlight my disgust at the celebration of death. There can never, would never and should never be any validation for such blood thirsty morbidity as to see people celebrating the death of another. By...
Heavenly Bodies
Looking up, naively, at the clear night sky I see not stars twinkling back at me. Not some roaring gaseous Kraken, terrorising the seas of black. But a reflection of the self, smiling back at me. I see you too, up there on that purest pitch canvas. For we are all stars. Particles of exploded beasts, rend millions of miles away, and amalgamated into this. Our bodies. And a part of that star still...
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Under the amorphous slate-grey roof I sat; alone as usual. The fantasy of days past grows ever smaller as I slither serpentine on snaking trains. A departure from freedom.
Sense It
I can feel it in the still, chill air as it stings my hands and makes it difficult to hold my pen. I can feel it, and it feels like change. I can hear it in the hustle and bustle of nattering, chattering conversations. Souls connect in communication. I can hear it, and it sounds like change. I can see it. Smiling swarms of souls primitively pitching homes of fabric. An idea, a movement, a...
Tribal Village
To primal, tribal rhythms the people, together, build mud huts. All provided, none excluded. A fair and just collection. Together in song, in dance, in love. Together against the insanity. A community pure in morals and spirit. A uniting of all humanity. This is how it is meant to be. No debt, or pressured deadlines. Just people, together, doing what is needed. No sign of selfishness, no...
Cookies
for @BillofWrongs The delicate speckled surface craggy and lunar in appearance. Like a tiny, tasty moon, just for you. Each pitted crater holds an extraterrestrial treasure. A small, warm cocoa comet, denting the lunar landscape. And as each morsel trundles along its orbit into the gaping, black-hole, You will savour the dream. Even after it has gone, it will stay with you. “But why does it...
A message to my tweeps and tumblr followers.
Hello all, If you have been reading my blogs and poems, and I know a lot of you have because you talk to me about it, but you will also know I have certain health issues; particularly in the mental department and these have made my life very difficult. A part of this was not allowing myself to be complimented or appreciated in any way. I find it difficult. I have struggled by with a very low...
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Occupiers Occupy my Heart
I have just returned after three days at the OccupyLSX protest, initially scheduled to be in Paternoster Square outside the London Stock Exchange, however moved due to heavy police presence to outside St. Paul’s Cathedral, which is only steps away from the intended location. I have to say I have been taken aback. It is truly amazing. On the first day there must have been around 1000-2000...
Insomnia
Creeping through the window, silent sheets of spun silk dreams float into my mind, and envelop it warmly. A dream so sweet that I, with desperation, wish it not to end. My unending dream is consciousness. I wish it not to end. So when I lay my head on my pillows at night. I don’t sleep. I think. And dream of waking moments.
October 15th, London.
The black death, here, once plagued these streets Now paraded, in Maybachs, by depraved elites. Leeches, blood-sucking parasitic diseases, and as our economy leaks and breaches they’ve a penchant for covering tracks with pretty speeches. Who benefits from our elections? They’re the obvious ones. Propping up our politics with lobbying funds. And how dare you criticise us for getting...
The Shadow
I am a shadow. Ever present, Humanoid in form and shape, extant only when there is no light, yet I have no soul. I have no voice to speak yet I am louder than you. You can try and shake my hand but yours shall pass through mine. I have no time for petty shows of respect. I mirror your thoughts, your actions, so that when negativity occurs, you blame yourself. While you stand in the hot glare of...
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The Boys In Blue
With the growing number of protests in countries that have operated under the illusion that they are ‘free’ we are also seeing a rise in oppressive, underhand police tactics and poor treatment by officers of the law. This has resulted in a lot of hate, and negativity for the police that I feel is often misguided. While ‘they’re just doing their job’ is a little bit of...
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Mercerspoems race against time.
vividtwist:
From a land afar the echo rang
even amidst the guns & tanks
A friendship screamed past many borders
Cannot be stopped by banks & hoarders.
The screams of many fill my soul
we all share one simple goal.
In screams of many some stand loud
above the whispers of the crowd.
Within our souls some stand clearer
as though myself stood in a mirror
Mercer your pain is mine
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Cliff Seed
You opened them up, your arms like the petals of a beautiful flower basking in the sun. You created energy from nothing but her bounteous rays and your own resourcefulness. While I, on craggy clifftop clung in dusty, barren soil ever reaching for the sun from which an outcrop shaded. Your arms could be my nursery, in which to plant root and germinate. We could share the sun, we could share...
Misery and Cigarettes.
On days like this there can be no joy that sparks my heart to wishful life. For perspective mars all my home comforts with oppressive global strife. I think too much to truly remain in a state of ignorant, selfish bliss. My heart, though cold to I, warms other’s. My lips, though warm, are cold to kiss. So spare the words of motivation. No speech could loosen these muscles stiff. No start...
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Open Letter from the UK Government.
Dear Subjects of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, We note that some of you appear greatly dissatisfied with the way things are being run. We are all too aware of your grievances and we understand. This is why we will lie to you at the time of the next election with regards to all the things you are worried about, in the hope that we may gain your votes and take power....
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An Explanation: Depression
I’m sure you’ve noticed from reading some of my blogs, or some of my poetry, that I am not what one would describe as stable. The undercurrent of my attitude is one of fire, and passion and hope. Where every negativity is an obstacle to be overcome, and is met, from me with a steely determination to do so. However, as was evident yesterday, this is not always the case. You see I have...
Post Riot Evictions - Not In My Name: A break from... →
samambreen:
We’ve all heard the one about the asylum seeking cat (he had rights to family life presumably). Or the one where foreign scroungers are bleeding the benefits system dry with their flash new disability motors and state funded mobile phones. Their strange foreign ways, imposing cultures and…
“Cheep up you miserable twat”
– me
Desolate Canyons
The teardrops of those in need, having dripped softly on my shoulders. Eroded my flesh, they formed vast canyons of memories. And yet those canyons are widened by my own tears. When I have no shoulder for their bitter cascade. The aged pages, the leaves of my heart were left open for you. I open it to so many, yet so few read it. They merely doodle selfish etchings in the margins. “I woz...
Broken Soul
I’m going to take a break from my usual self-righteous anger, idealistic positivity and desire for strength through the hard times to simply say this - Fuck life. Seriously. Fuck it. I’ve been hearing the same shit for nigh on fucking ten years now (and I’m far too fucking young for that to be the case) that “oh it will get better.” or “Stay strong,...
I Predict A Riot - Homelessness: Not In My Name
Having reflected on the riots that spread across England a few months back, I have done more individually, than what a collective of people who are apparently paid to look after the country have done. Let’s face it, politicians are fucking idiots, the only reason they do the job they do is because they’re too clever for a job in McDonalds and too fucking stupid to do anything...
Guest Poems from 'Archer'
I like to use my tumblr here as a platform for anyone, so today I have two guest poems from an individual who shall only be identified as ‘Archer’ - I think they are amazing pieces, let me know what you think. On Being Twenty Five I remember as though not so long ago,
There was a school trip.
(There were a few of us in a team,
One was a golden haired girl.
I later carved her name...
To Dream
for @_apsalar “To sleep, perchance to dream.” But, I desire not the heady flights of fancy in my unconciousness. When a nightmare strikes me I want it to be conscious. My sentience quivering in fear as adrenaline clutches at my rapidly thumping heart pulling it into the dank, murderous arched alleyway of my throat. Nightmares stalk the Earth during day, and to feel them, to know...
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I Should Be Dead
I don’t know whether you find changing your bed sheets irritating. I find it irritating. It seems to wear me out like no other household task. I look daft while doing it. I utilise the method whereby you turn the duvet cover inside out and pulling it over the duvet; it usually ends up with me dressed up in some effeminately coloured bed spread looking like a homosexual ghost with bad taste. It...
Anonymous asked: This isn't a question but it's pretty funny you wrote "Just a Man, (and not exactly a nice one really…)" and posted it to the web which Tim Berners Lee built on a NeXT machine which was the child of none other than Steven P. Jobs. It must be cool to be so full of misguided cynicism.
99% Legion is Awakening.: Lawyer For Accused: DDoS... →
Last year, we discussed whether or not things like Operation Payback by Anonymous (DDoSing sites of organizations they didn’t like) was really the equivalent of a modern-day sit-in protest, rather than a criminal hacking, as law enforcement (and victims) wanted to allege. It appears that this…
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Just a Man, (and not exactly a nice one really...)
Okay, I don’t usually hold back my words but I had to think about whether or not to write this and I think, ultimately, yes I do. I am not going to apologise for it. Firstly, I will start by saying Steve Jobs, rest in peace. As I would through common courtesy for any man or woman who passes on. But, and here’s the bit you’re not going to like. Can we please stop the love-in...
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Putting the 'Human' Back into 'Humanity'
If you read my blogs - and I hope you do, if not get busy - Then you’ll know I have a penchant for diatribes of righteous indignation against various aspects of modern life and how we, as a people, go about them. You may think this makes me a bitter and twisted old crone; a hermit-like shut-away who despises everything. This could not be further from the truth, and, in this blog, I hope to...
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Mobile Telecommunications.
I bet you all think it’s wonderful, don’t you. Waltzing around with your latest iPhone or Android smart-phone texting, getting calls and all that jazz. Well, if you have read any of my previous blogs you’ll know this is the part where I, with all the righteous anger of the cosmos denounce that which you love. Let me just say. I am not one of these counter-culture types who...
Obama Vs Osama - An Administration Divided?
(originally written September 22nd 2010) The man made famous for exposing the underhand tactics used in the Nixon era of American politics has a new, more current administration to expose and his new book Obama’s Wars seems to hint at splits in opinion with regards to ‘the Afghanistan situation’. To be honest, I would be more worried if the entire political spectrum of our...
One Night In Paris...No Nights In Jail?
(originally written September 18th 2010) Surprise surprise that Ms. Society herself, disproportionate faced impromptu porn actress and heiress to a fortune she almost certainly would not be entitled to a penny of if karma existed has managed to skip bailtime by sucking off a DA…Sorry, I mean ‘striking a plea bargain’…Quite what her end of the bargain was, I don’t...
Is the Pope a Catholic
(originally written September 17th 2010) And did those feet, in present time, walk upon England’s mountains green. And was the Holy rep of God on England’s pleasant pasteurs seen? Indeed, he was, and is. Yes His Holyness The Pope, Pope Benedict XVI to be exact is, this week paying a visit to the dark satanic mills of England’s green and pleasant land. Cue a string of...
Villains
(originally written September 22nd 2010) Everyone knows the villain don’t they? The bad guy, that character in a narrative that provides the hero with a righteous cause to pursue. But I’ve been thinking, something which, arguably I should not do, but which I did all the same. Name some villains and I can give you justifiable reasons why they’re not as villainous as they may...
D'Ya Like Dags?
(originally written September 18th 2010) You know, Dags. Those little bundles of fluff so many of us love to love. Well, D’ya like dags…Or, dogs as they are more commonly known. It seems a rather disproportionate amount of people do, indeed like dags. So much so that across the board of people who have pets, dogs are probably top of the heap. And you always hear the same reasons. ...
Work is the Curse of the Drinking Class
(originally written March 14th 2009) Here in the UK, we have this phenomenon known as ‘binge drinking.’ The media, i.e. fun loving hipsters hanging out in fancy london wine bars, will have you believe this is when lower class scumbags spunk their welfare benefit money on cheap fizzy alcohol in order to get as desperately drunk as possible. Once drunk they will usually fight, and then...
The Wheels on the Bus...
(originally written February 24th 2009)
Good ol’ public transport…It’s easy to have a stab at bemoaning it. “They’re always late, never on time, overcrowded, smelly, poorly maintained…” etc. etc. etc. Let’s cut to the fucking chase. I can deal with a train or bus being a few minutes late…You know, I could even deal with major delays, of...
