Happy Birthday Hugh Jackman

OK, this is not a post. It’s not for anyone else to look at. I just don’t want to lose it. 😉

Dreams Of Love

To have a moment,

Taste one kiss,

Reveal all truths

In tenderness.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To flutter by

When you lie sleeping,

Watching o’er you,

Safely keeping.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To touch your skin

In day’s first dawn,

To look and to be

Looked upon.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To lie together,

Side by side,

No illusions,

Nothing to hide.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To recognise, in mind,

That you

Are other half

Of self, it’s true.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To dance the dance

Of sweet devotion,

Each movement

Matching lover’s token.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To meet in glade

Where no one’s near,

To whisper wonders

In your ear.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To sing to tune

Of Aphrodite

With fire burning,

Passion mighty.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

To clasp your hand,

Feel yours in mine,

To gaze and thrill

At absent time.

These are dreams of love.

 

 

These dreams I have

Are all for you,

Revealed in darkness

Covered hue.

These are dreams of love.

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Status Quo

So, Status Quo, eh? I banged my head to them some in my youth. ‘Rockin’ All Over The World’.

And here I am now, talkin’ all over the world. Funny, eh?

Tell you what’s funnier. I didn’t know that they were prophets of their time. Did you?

Let me enlighten. Being the ripe old age of 52 I sometimes can’t remember my arse from my elbow. I couldn’t think of another of their songs. So, what do you know? Googled them. Up they came. Just like that. Brilliant. So much useless information out there to access.

And also a lot of nuggets. Gems, you might say. Like, did you know that there are plans afoot to restrict free access to the internet? Did you? Did you really? I didn’t. My bad. And did you know what TPP was? No? Me neither. Freedom of speech anyone? Surveillance of everything you write and say by electronic means including your emails and texts? Bulk data collection. For what exactly? Global corporations controlling government to protect their financial practices? What’s new?

The text of the agreement is not being open for public perusal because there would apparently be uproar and this would prevent the agreement going through!!

Congress has only seen part of it!!!

And they’re not allowed to discuss it openly!!!!!!!!!!

Democracy?

600 corporations are advising on it. But not the people. No, that would be too……what’s the word….democratic.

Trade agreements aside. The information should be available to be perused by the people. If it has to be kept secret something stinks. If government trades away democratic sovereignty to multi-national corporations in the name of profit and power we will all be sorry. What happens across the ocean today affects us all tomorrow.

Below is a video from ‘freeradiorevolution’ explaining more about it. It is almost an hour long. I listened in awe to all of it. But, if you don’t have that sort of time to spare, 5 minutes wouldn’t hurt. The dj’s commentary alone is worth listening to. Warning! He’s a Canadian that uses the F word a fair few times. But totally legitimately. So was I.

So why do I think Status Quo were prophets of their time?

Well let’s look at some of their song titles.

Creepin’ Up On You.

Face Without A Soul

Mr. Mind Detector

Roll Over Lay Down

I’m Watching Over You

Kick Me When I’m Down

Tongue Tied

Pictures Of Matchstick Men

So Ends Another Life

Down, Down (Deeper and Down)

Paradise Flat

Getting the drift here?

Fortunately, they also released:-

All Stand Up

Need Your Love

A Reason For Living

Break The Rules

Let’s Ride

Let Me Fly

Wild Side Of Life

Don’t Bring Me Down

I Fought The Law

Reality Cheque

The Party Ain’t Over Yet

The Winner

So, Status Quo. Prophets. Who knew? I mean they were pretty good but biblical qualities I never credited them with.

To maintain the status quo of power and control is it possible that some power mongers have been listening to the first playlist in the belief that we’d all roll over, lay down while they crept up on us? These faces without souls whose agendas would leave us tongue-tied while they watch over us? Yeah, there’s more I could play on here. But, this isn’t a game. And I’m not in the mood to play theirs.

What perhaps they should remember is that second playlist. Because most people value their right to free speech and privacy and choice. Most people fight for what they value and find the means and the will to do so.

Have a look at that second play list again. You fill in the blanks. I’m depressed just thinking about what passes for leadership and guidance in our world. And it does seem to be the world over. All nations seem to be playing silly buggers with liberty and it’s an affront to every person in history who has ever spoken out for human rights.

I posted this yesterday  Rebirth Of Democracy The comments section makes a better read than my poem.

USA and Britain can now, apparently, crack the codes that keep our lives private. I know there are reasons for some of it. National security being one. Child protection another. But, why is it that the baby always seems to get sacrificed with the bath water.

That lovely, mushy text you sent your girlfriend, that awful picture you just should not have passed on, that email where you attached a perky photo for your husband/wife/other. Titillating the voyeuristic tendencies of law makers and their minions was never put to me as an option in any poll or vote I cast. These things are already here for us. What comes next if TPP goes through is anyone’s guess. ‘Cos we don’t know what’s in it! Except from little leaks. Little leaks that flow and flow and become rivers.

Here’s a little address for you Stop Watching Us  One minute to sign the petition, if you’re inclined.

And another.

Open Media – Censorship

Me? I’m up to here with it for today. Off to write a few love poems, maybe even a wee erotic one. Just to remind myself that love and passion still exist. A glass of red should go down nicely. I may even do a spot of head banging. Up against a wall probably. No music required.

Another Day In Paradise

Still laughing.

Everything Hurts & I'm Dying

I woke up this morning and there was a Daisy growing out of my butt.

I lay there on my belly and looked over my shoulder at my derriere and seen the flower gently swaying with each breath I took.

I turned my head and put my face back into my pillow thinking “Hmmm, that’s new…It’s usually a rainbow on Fridays”

You know, sometimes this whole thing about me being TOTALLY FREAKING AWESOME can be a pain in the ass. No pun intended.

Just once…I’d like to wake up like normal peasants and just be…I don’t know…like one of you perhaps?

Oh well…it’ll never happen. It’s a cross that I must bear. (I stole that from Jesus…don’t worry, he gets his royalties)

I didn’t ask to be this awesome. I was born like this. I didn’t pray that I’d be awesome. I didn’t walk over to God in heaven and…

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