Run Aground

Tales rotated, deceits abound

Their fabrications bounce, rebound

Slander, libel, our name defiled

Grudges nurtured, to rule, divide

Shit dissembled, a masquerade

Phoney fuckers throwing shade

Of feigning union, but monopoly

Power retained, their sovereignty

Documentation disproving lies

Prove fact and fiction falsified

Mendacious masking ricochets

Reverberations in these days

Working, waiting, building trust

To re-establish what is just

Claim of Right intensified

Independence, morally justified

Tales rotated, deceits rebound

The Act of Union run aground

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Finaglers’ Devices

 

Bigger plans afoot than senseless, stupid

Perception seeks and sees manoeuvred sin

The meanwhiles gather, rapid with intention

In situ, gaseous masking, febrile spin

 

Disbelieve the engineers, finagling

Devices, masterminded, coast to coast

Fools in place, distracting jesters, hoaxing

While masterminding prize that’s valued most

 

Counted heads and costed revolutions

Epic portraiture in snapshot ink

Of war in peace, acceptance in the psyche

Governance, by gaslight, doublethink

 

As Charged

Atoms that are loaded with potential, packed and brimming

Intentional infusions stocked and stored

Batteries of power, impregnable, informed

Ready to release of own accord

 

Costs have been recorded, bills accruing, payments due

Demands invoiced in columns that can’t match

Subscriptions to democracy pending rights renewed

Interest lost and gained, small print attached

 

Entrusted with a duty, that’s the theory, though no proof

Accountable inculpate, by design

Responsible as reprobates, acting outwith laws

Pretending to the jury that all’s fine

 

Careering in a stampede of confusion and illusion

Battle plans undrawn but troops deployed

Empire of the naked, Churchill’s children, through a peephole

Nothing to be seen till we’re destroyed

 

Heroic unto heraldry, pennants charged by sin

Unfurled but hanging limp at arm’s length

Wisdom gone in wind rush, petty racists of a flag

Diminished by the loss of common sense

 

So, atoms that are loaded with potential, packed and brimming

Intentional infusions stocked and stored

Batteries of power, impregnable, informed

Ready to release of own accord

Rest Ye And Be Thankful

Rest ye and be thankful when the mountains give respite

When the road that is less travelled reveals the truth of right

Though the years eroded potency and restraints reined your might

Rest ye and be thankful for the end is soon in sight

 

Rest ye and be thankful that you sought to climb the peak

That you spoke when speaking mattered for you had the right to speak

That you told and taught the stories that someone had to teach

Rest ye and be thankful for the goal is now in reach

 

Rest ye and be thankful as the future cries your name

For the stalwarts, armed with stamina, once rested, feel no pain

From mountain tops to steep ravines, words echo through the glens

Rest ye and be thankful then stir and rise again

And There We’ll Be

                                              one day

from arid lips

parched

forlorn

the unicorn shall come

caress

dry, tired lips

refresh

from mountain falls

the parchment of all love

and there we’ll be

that day

when once it dawns

as ev’ry new beginning

must

by new birthrights, form

the haze will clear

and there

upon a clear horizon

visions of a future

that must be

will will be reborn

the will to be

to change

fulfil the legacy

the birthright

fought and died for

there we’ll be

(source)

the future chosen

written from

the past

the legacy of every family

clearanced

cleared

from home

the choices chosen

by all others

there the day

we choose the will

the way

the unicorn now free

from choices of the past

and choices chosen from

and by

the distant rogues

now overcome

refuse

from now

we are

the unicorn

with lips refreshed

the fallen

now revisited

one day

the unicorn

will think again

refreshed from sources

replenishing the soul

of nationhood

and truth

and there we’ll be

We’ll be

We are the unicorn

Refreshed

Reborn

Behold the unicorn

Risen from the depths of soul

The waters of life

Now revisited

We are the soul of kelpies

Now reborn

We are the unicorn!

Behold!

We are free!

And there we’ll be!

War of Self-Imposed

A war of self-infliction, crime exposed

Reasons for the hardships juxtaposed

Penalties impending, border freedoms to be closed

Oh, welcome to the war of self-imposed

 

While they cry for sovereign power but fight to it depose

While citizens ignore or guess, suppose

The unity of peace begins to decompose

Losing to a war of self-imposed

 

Democracy, dictatorship, in UK, now transposed

Archaic powers risen though necrosed

Poison resurrected in the system, rank disclosed

Who wins a war of losses self-imposed?

 

Privileged in power, legitimacy foreclosed

Hearts and minds, though changed, to be opposed

No one represented but for interests undisclosed

In a war manipulated and imposed

Claims of Emergency Legislation Being Prepared for January 2019?

I’ve been following James Patrick for some time now and he’s not been wrong on anything, as far as I know. If this is equally accurate, we’re all in trouble very soon.

MacAlba

I read a twitter thread today composed by James Patrick.  For those of you unfamiliar with James, his bio reads:

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Those Days

I wrote this back in March but never posted it. I haven’t been posting much of anything or doing any blog reading apart from politics. Yup, that’s where I’ve been. Lost in the political maelstrom of a world that seems to have lost its senses. I figured I couldn’t keep complaining or writing about it without actually trying to do something a bit more constructive. So I am.

I hope all my WordPress friends are coping with life and pursuing their passions. As for me, I’m doing just that. I hope to return to blog world more often as soon as I have time. God bless.x

they did not come

those days

as some had prophesied

in blinding flash of light

mid spores

from mushroom cloud

no, they did not come

those days

as later testified

with fanfare

or with marches

to an anthem played too loud

 

they did not come

those days

to separate our flesh

cast shadows

of a life once lived

upon the earth

no, they did not come

those days

to harvest and to thresh

neither to sort

nor weigh our value

fix our worth

 

they did not come

those days

upon a suddenly

an exclamation mark

to our complete

surprise!

no, they did not come

those days

dramatically

they stealthed

instead

before our blinded eyes

 

they came

those days

when memory was lost to time

and all that once was known

had died

a painless death

yes, they came

those days

amid portents and with signs

but truth remained

unseen

till almost nothing left

 

they came

those days

when jealous gods stole back the fire

demanded ransom

fuelled the flames

of nation hate

yes, they came

those days

to mindless, such we were

they came at last

at last we saw

but had we seen too late

Labour rips up the Claim of Right

Labour. Supporting independence worldwide. Except in Scotland. The Claim of Right says otherwise. Scots are sovereign. No one else but us decides. Mr Corbyn et al need to check their history books and perhaps refer to more recent Hansard notes. Labour are dead to Scotland. As are the Tories. Two cheeks of the same arse. Tick tock.

Wee Ginger Dug

It is being reported today, Sunday, that following Jeremy Corbyn’s suggestion that he might be prepared to ‘allow’ Scotland to hold a future independence referendum should he become Prime Minister, that the Scottish Branch Office is to press for the inclusion of a clause in the Labour manifesto explicitly opposing another independence referendum. The Branch Office is thought to believe that this would mean that a future Labour government would have a mandate to forbid any future independence referendum and to refuse to give the Scottish Government a Section 30 order, irrespective of any mandate that the Scottish Government has been given by the people of Scotland in a Scottish election and irrespective of the vote share received by independence parties or the number of MPs they achieve. According to Nick Eardley of the BBC, an announcement to this effect will be made at the Labour party conference in Liverpool.

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The gravity of theory

Wee Ginger Dug

On Friday, Theresa May gave her considered response to the entirely predictable rejection of her Chequers Plan by the EU. The rejection should not have come as a surprise to anyone who was paying attention. The EU has been signalling ever since the Chequers Plan was cobbled together that it wasn’t going to be acceptable. For the past two years it has been patiently and consistently explaining that the four freedoms are indivisible, and the British Government can’t pick and choose those parts of them that happen to suit the interests of maintaining some sort of semblance of unity within the British Conservative party.

It’s just unfortunate that the British Government counts amongst those who weren’t paying attention, and so it reacted to the EU’s refusal in much the same way that a toddler reacts when it goes in a huff and knocks its sippy cup off of the high…

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