Follow Blindly

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For these are the rules

The diktats, instructions

As precious as jewels

 

Hear our sweet song

While we put you to sleep

With subliminal statutes

That you need to keep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Stay in your place

Beneath all appointed

To run human race

 

Stop at the red light

Though no -one’s around

The cameras are watching

To run renegades to ground

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

No dilemmas, least strife

Do as you’re told

And we’ll run your life

 

Ignore common sense

And the other five too

Just follow us blindly

What we say, you do

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

It’s safer that way

Don’t question authority

Day after day

 

Follow on blindly

Keep blinkers in place

You’ll find life no challenge

When you keep to pace

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Now bow to your queen

Your betters, the wealthy

All titled, when seen

 

Follow us blindly

Our lies, your beliefs

You be the minions

While we are the chiefs

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Your freedom, our food

Do as you’re told

It’s for your own good

 

Kill that man there

For he is your foe

Our enemy, yours

Just so’s you know

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For we know the score

As long as we feed you

Don’t ask for more

 

Don’t be a rebel

A champion of cause

Ask us no reasons

The answer’s because

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Listen and learn

We are in charge here

You don’t get a turn

 

Hear our sweet song

And we’ll put you to sleep

Live in the shallows

Don’t delve down too deep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Keep status quo

Be sycophantic

To those in the know

 

Those who control you

The world at our feet

Quietly, lambkin

Follow blindly as sheep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For these are the rules

The diktats, instructions

For fascists and fools

 

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Buckie an’ Gawd an’ Aw That

(source)

I’ve hud a few drams an’ I’m feelin’ grand

I think that I’m gonnae write

Creation incomin’, ma big pen in hand

Thunderbolts ur in sight!

 

I’ll start wi’ a bang cause I’m a big noise

A wee joke there! Whit am I like?

I’ll make loads ae space fur aw ae my toys

Nice work there fur a first strike

 

I’ll leave it the noo while I drink a bit mair

The lubricant’s good fur my aim

A few million years tae let the brew simmer

Don’t want tae make moves aw the same

 

Thish shtuff is braw, don’t know whit it’sh cried

But it’sh shurley nectar fur me

Ma haunsh urr aw shaky an’ sho urr ma words

Better leave thingsh shum mair tae I can shee

 

God, I’m feelin’ rough, nae mair ae that stuff

At least, no’ the noo, fur a while

A few miles roon the block should clear oot my guts……

 

…….Whoosh! Back tae work wi’ a smile

 

Time tae move oan wi’ ma opus, an’ that

Nae mair magnums tae I’ve penned a bit mair

Chewin’ ma nib, brain cells feelin’ smart

Wieldin’ my bolt noo wi’ flair

 

I’ll huv a wee peek tae see the land’s lie

Well, wid ye ever? Good grief!

Look at aw that! It’s grown by an’ by

This goes beyond self-belief

 

But somethin’ is missin’. Whit could it be?

Everythin’ looks too spot oan

Worlds aw a-turnin’, withoot even me

Some folk’ll think that I’ve gaun

 

Aw, that’s right, I’ve no made them yet

Ma brain’s still too fuzzy fae booze

They’re part ae ma plan, how could I forget

Noo, let’s think a bit then I’ll choose

 

I’ll start wi’ a man an’ we’ll huv a wee chat

Let him know how this’ll work

No’ too much, though, nae equals or that

Don’t want him goin’ berserk

 

I’m on a roll, he looks no’ too bad

Hi, there, ma lad, how ye dain’?

Panic thee not, I’ll be yer dad

Noo, listen tae whit yer dad’s sayin’

 

I’m writin’ a book, an adventure an’ such

Wi’ twists an’ turns everywhere

I keep losin’ the plot wi’ imbibin’ too much

An’ ma heid is aye feelin’ sair

 

But, bear wi’ me, son, an’ I’ll gie ye the gist

There’s a flagon callin’ ma name

You write a bit fur me while I go an’ get pissed

But try tae keep true jist the same

 

I’ll no’ leave ye yersel’, fur that widnae dae

Ye’d die here left oan yer ain

Ye’re no’ a bad model, I huv tae say

But ye’re lackin’ a bit in the brain

 

I’m soberin’ up an’ I’ve hud an idea

It’s different but might be my best

Listen tae me, ye’ll be thrilled when ye hear

I’ve got plans tae plump up yer chest

 

I’m gaun fur tae make ye a partner, I say

A helpmate fur aw ae yer life

Ye can call hur ma darlin’, ma sweetheart, ma tumshie

Ye can even call hur yer wife

 

She’ll make ye yer dinner, she’ll darn yer soacks

She might even knead yer sore necks

She’ll massage yer ego but nag, fur a joke

Fur expectin’ too much kinky sex

 

I’ll make her yer equal tae stand side by side

But remember, she’s no’ built like you

Hur muscles, internal, hur strength, ae the mind

So, be gentle, whatever ye do

 

Don’t punish hur boady because ye’ve brute strength

Use it insteid tae defend

She’ll last ye a lifetime if ye’re kind and, at length

Mair men an’ wummen I’ll send

 

So, why am I sendin’ a wummin, ye ask

Cause a wummin’s the best part ae me

I’m split doon the middle wi’ genders, my task

Tae try oot the options an’ see

 

A word tae the wise fae the heavens up here

Don’t treat hur as if she’s yer slave

She’s ma secret weapon, so listen, don’t fear

Fae yer ain worst excesses, she’ll save

 

So, here comes the wummin. A brammer! A beezer!

Staun back, man! She isnae that type

Noo woo hur and show hur ye urnae a geezer

No’ like that! Gawd, whit ur ye like?

 

Noo, move back a bit an’ gie hur some space

Ye’re crampin’ hur style wi’ that thing

Whit wis a thinkin’? Don’t shove yer dick in hur face

The trouble that thing’s gonnae bring

 

I can jist see it noo if men are in charge

Charge! The target’s in sight!

Ma dong is bigger than yours, it’s well large!

Aye, it is! Hey pal, you waant a fight?

 

Haw, wummin, c’mere, I’ve got somethin’ tae say

A bit ae advice, a wee drap

The man I huv made waants sex everyday

Fur your sake, make sure ye’re sittin’ oan tap

 

Cut him some slack tae he’s caught up wi’ you

Don’t waant tae undo whit I’ve made

A couple ae years tae he evolves, well, a few

Noo, remember, aw that I’ve said

 

Jist hing oan a while an’ he’ll figure it oot

An’, tae he dis, ye’re the wan who knows best

I’m right behind ye, I’ve got yer back

I’m callin’ it a wee IQ test

 

Put up wi him an’ ye’ll get yer reward, see

No the noo, though, so don’t make too many plans

Love him an’ guide him an’ don’t poison his tea

He’s only prototype man

 

An’ watch oot fur power, it’s a bugger fur men

Testosterone aye waants tae strut

You’ve got some tae, though it’s tempered, ma hen

That is ma deepest cut

 

Yer moods they will swing wi’ the mix I huv made

But remember, ye’re no mental, an’ that

Yer bum’s no’ too big, jist the time ae the month

An’, naw, jeez, ye don’t look too fat

 

Models at the ready, a guy an a gal

Ye’ll dae aw right if ye heed ma advice

But naeboady’s listened tae me fur a while

I huftae say everythin’ wance mair than twice

 

The time it has come and eons huv passed

Feck sake! They don’t know whit they’re dain’!

Neither ae them listened tae the advice they amassed

They’re eejits, these men an’ these wummen

 

The choices I huv, they are many an’ vast

I could jist rub them oot, start again

But I never undo whit I’ve written doon last

I leave that aw doon tae mad men

 

Extinction, it seems, is their aim, so it is

Whit can I dae aboot this?

Quicker than I’ve made it, they’re destroyin’ it aw

Noo who’s takin’ the piss?

 

Haw, wummen, c’mere, I’ve loast maist ae the men

They’re aw away the fairies

If we don’t fix it noo, afore it’s too late

There’s no gaunae be any mair ae ye’s

 

You’re no’ quite loast so listen up, see

I know ye’ve no’ hud real chances

Tae be aw the wummen that youse can aw be

Ma fault, hen, that men ur such dunces

 

Cover yer breasts, ma bow ye shall yield

Don’t be a slave tae yer tits

Gird up yer loins an’ hoist yer big shields

Bugger men! We’re gaunae fix this

 

Here come the wummen! An Amazon clan

Ready for battle to start

You men huv muffed it wi’ aw ae yer plans

An’ I’m jist no’ huvin’ aw that

 

I write the stories! Follae the script!

I’m puttin’ wummen oan tap

I shouldne huv hud aw that nectar I hud

I should’ve jist hud a wee drap

 

Never create when ye’ve hid a bit much

A good few too many drams

Keep the big pen an’ the bolt oot ae touch

Or yer characters might turn oot tae be bams

 

Bampots United versus female race

Jeez, this writin’s a laugh

I’ll put ma money oan hur, tae save face

A wee lie doon noo tae sleep this stuff aff

 

Aw, jeez Louise, look who they’ve picked!

Mad May an’ that man is still there!

I’m feelin’ scunnert enough tae be sick

I’ll be back when I’ve cleaned up the flair

 

A few years huv passed noo an’ whit can I see?

A beautiful world doon below

Nary a human, it’s jist birds an’ bees

An’ I’ve learned a lesson, I know

 

When writin’ a book, make sure tae stay sober

An’ start wi’ a wummin’ next time

Lay aff the nectar, at least tae October

Thon Buckfast is mair than cheap wine

 

Fortified noo, wi’ intent an’ a plan

An’ I’ll try oot a totie wee pen

Best tae gang slower an’ write oot long haun

An’ keep ma pen aff ae daft men

 

I’ll no’ start wi chaos, this time, naw, I’ll no’

Better tae draw oot a wee chart

Plan it oot furst, make them act it oot slower

I’ll have a wee drink. Then I’ll start.

Signposts

Gaudy, neon logos in the cities

Winking obfuscation in the dark

Subtler signposts, muted, warning danger

Too subtle, though, to imprint, make their mark

 

Granite guidestones seeking their solution

Demarcation lines they shall not cross

Semblance of democracy, diminished

Much later, yet, before we count the cost

 

Angry words, with ignorance their hallmark

Cast blame, with new direction we should go

New names, old ways, we thought belonged in text books

Forgotten to remember, our new low

 

Angry academics losing friendships

Siblings crossing swords to state their case

Battles raging everywhere, it seems so

Under lights that laugh at our disgrace

 

Too long complacent, thinking life was settled

That progress was direction just one way

Now undermined ‘neath neon, dead men walking

Backwards into hist’ry, come what may

 

We lost our way while working for a living

In seeking pleasure in our idle hours

We didn’t mark the meanwhiles while they meanwhiled

Till lights went out, all over, harnessed power

 

Preserved where words come easily and harshly

Feeding into narrative outlets

Counter arguments, by reason, scoffed at

Supremacy a dogma we forget

 

Bring candles, though they flicker in the darkness

Protect them from the wind while still it howls

Bring flint and steel to keep the basics lighted

Keep the signposts bright, yes, even now

Pipedreams

Eagles spy from eyries

Gods chess from mountain tops

Bears, big cats and oryx

Source Pandora’s box

Haywain that’s idyllic

Triptych that is not

Encryptions in Cyrillic

Seed psychometric plot

Aim at decoyed target

Twist and turn, process

Syncopate the message

Cover coded mess

Devil’s in the detail

Expands to fill the space

Gaseous and elusive

Pipedreamed power race

Distracted, Abstracted

skin of papered onion 

peeled in pen and ink

as doodles crossing virginal

help me mull and think

with layers of lined abstraction

in markings freely made

thoughts and things I’m dreaming of

when words remain unsaid

while radio goes rambling

through the contours of my mind

in each portion printed pattern

discoveries I find

glassed in red libation

smoked in embers’ flames

onion’d contemplations

melt with those I’ve named

mid musings in a mindset

that meet where two lines merge

diverging while perceptions

collide and then converge

as news holds deep disturbance

tangents here to there

while my pen reacts to everything

in words I cannot share

One Mile For Me

Do a mile for me when you’re out running

I feel like I could smash a mile today

My blood is up, the wind is only sighing

Do a mile for me, what do you say

 

Lift your feet o’er puddles I might meet there

Watch out for country pancakes in my path

Work a healthy sweat up, but not much, dear

What’s your problem, why, Frank, do you laugh

 

I think that I can do it this fine morning

If you’re willing to endure an extra mile

Or give me one of twelve that you’ll do laughing

It’s my birthday, darling, go on, make me smile

 

A mile is nothing to you, that’s a doddle

And I would like to do just one today

So, go on, promise that your trainers

Will pound one out for me, what do you say

 

Splendid! That is just what I required

Affirmation that, in this ripe year

I can run a mile, if you are willing

So, do your stuff and I’ll be waiting here

 

Bounding over burns all overflowing

Leaping over hedges like a doe

Hurry up, I’m just exhausted thinking

Now, give’s a kiss, before you have to go

 

My coffee’s getting cold and I have chocolate

Pending by me side and urging, eat

Run a mile for me but don’t be back late

I’ll need to bathe my aching, running feet

 

I feel so good this morning, an elation

Fifty-seven seems, somehow, just right

To exercise my legs, imagination

One coffee at a time. You know, I just might…

Remembering Synthesis

(source)

You may find yourself believing

That all life begins from here

A cradle of commencement

Day’s new birth

Till you pause and, on reflection

Consider yesterdays

Weighing up those gone

Their value, worth

 

You may find yourself remembering

A tenement, a close

The black and white of film

And simpler days

A mangle turned by mother

A Humber Hawk dad drove

A skipping rope

And all street games you played

 

You may find yourself regretting

Words and actions you still own

Though they’re gone, they form

The discs of growing spine

Were they karmic then and now

Must you measure luck by them

Or dismiss them and develop

Like fine wine

 

You may find yourself a-chuckling

At some antics from the past

The giggling with sisters

About boys

The changing of your body

As you put aside old clothes

And give away to younger

Favoured toys

 

You may find yourself reflecting

On the choices, chances gone

The ones you took

The ones you let go by

And wonder at how different

Your life would maybe be

If you’d been brave

Instead of stunned and shy

 

You may find yourself in stone-age caves

Tracing fingered walls

As you think about connections

To the past

Witness to a wondrous bang

That started all your days

And wonder, on this stage

How you’ve been cast

 

You may find yourself manoeuvring

Chess pieces on your board

Permutations pending

While you mull

Losing self in options

To evade and hope you win

Then elusive thoughts result 

In army stalled

 

You may find yourself forgetting

Why you took the road you’re on

Why you came into a room

That actor’s name

What you had for your lunch yesterday

Where you put your keys

The title of that book

A song’s refrain

 

You may remember earlier

Second line of this long piece

‘That all life begins from here’

And so it does

If we can still remember

Who we are and where we’re from

And give credence to

The synthesis of us

Sands Of Time

Grains came and chased and chafed and gathered hinter

Reforming, as the desert lands, they grew

Shaping each new landscape, spring to winter

Changing ways we’d known, creating new

Grading and abrading roughened ridges

Coarse to smooth, they worked, to redefine

Refined the contours, excoriated edges

Rasped and grated, painfully, at times

Teeth gritted, so determined, how we travel

Blinded by the storms that befall here

Through sands of time, eroding, it unravels

In storms, that always settle, thus we steer

Almost Missed

Did you see them, as they passed

In hazy gestures

While they waved and saw solutions

That we sought

While we wished upon the dreams

That they remembered

And gave the lie to nightmares

That were nought

As we feared, the maybe, this day

Or another. The, Armageddon, could be, do or die

The, does this matter, really, in the long run

Are we living truth or mimicking its lies

Did you hear them sighing, gesturing the futile

Oblivious, we were, while they observed

Noting our stupidity and judged us

Discerning, we’d forgotten how to serve

So, they gave us chances, chances, for the long run

The time and time again, time to prove

That all that we’d dissembled, we’d remember

Inaction changed, by motives, they’d approve

We had the chance, we saw, they saw, agreement

Tentative and fragile, though it was,

We fought, we lost, we won, we started over

And found a reason, found a purpose, cause

It was a moment, lost and gone forever

Pivotal, we knew, but not so well

As usual, in ignorance, we perished

Save few, small few, who quietly, they yelled

Into a void, inhabited by visions

Who see and saw, advised but were dismissed

Who tried, as if in vain, recall, remember

One life, one love, one purpose, we have missed

The Precious Touch

The texture, more important than appearance

The feeling, more appealing than the look

The facets of quality, as measured

Like the content of a treasured, well-read book

The touch, far more impressive than the visual

Though first drawn by sight alone, ’tis not enough

The smoothest, gliding surface when encountered

Convinces more than coarsened, crude and rough

The elements, attractive in display case

Cannot be chosen till character is felt

In life, as in the study of the gem stones

Intrinsic value known once precious held