A poem, and a song, 'Sometimes I Wish Santa', and 'Christmess'

I get it. I get the gathering of loved ones, for a week of respite from the world of work and debt and worry and political  hypocrisy.

One knows we need  more of this, the gathering of lovers, friends and family, and less work to destrory the habitat in order to make Billionaires.

All the work that goes into consumer Christmas, consumer Hanuka, consumer Eid, consumer Paddy's Day, consumer Thanksgiving, whateva 'festival' it is, all that time would be better used just loving and being. No need for gifts or extra food. Just the love.

And nothing I ever say about this is to be taken as dissing that desire for family, for relaxing, for community in any way, shape or form. That desire is gem.

Connection is human, shopping is institutional cultural behaviour.

So here are two pieces, a poem and a song. 

 Secret Santa.

Sometimes I wish Santa was secret,

that no-one knew his or her name...

more secret that the CIA

so secret that no one knew of him, or her.

Or it.

It is a thing. A concept. Santa was always dead. He's a zombie.

I wish....

that millions and millions of microplastic tyred miles and tons and gigatons of plastic

 toys and wrapping would simply vanish.

They won't.

The plastic just gets smaller and smaller and smaller until we are drinking it without seeing it.

A bit like Christmess shopping  - we do not see the poison, it is covered in glitter.

The roads are still clogged with plastic shedding metal boxes moving flesh for more shopping.

Patterns.

Faith in the myth appears to be sapping, replaced by open lies, yet we still play the game?

Mental and emotional wrapping, a clingy film of cultural appropriation and toxic mimicry.

Do it!

Unwrap yourself.

Do it now!

Feel the relief!

Imagine plastic

created to miraculously bio-degrade, by clear thinking..

designed to be

re-

up

-taken,

(sorry Liam Neeson and Luc Besson!)

"we will find you and we will re-use you!"

thus, cycling nurture into a myriad web of living, making

the world safe for all it's children... all their lives.

I will not let you shrinkwrap my Earth!

I wish.

Wish is one thing, what we do another,

Some things are assuredly worth the bother.

Christmas?

I can't be bothered.

I am immune.

Though not immune to the pollution, not immune to the poisoning of the habitat, and not immune to the love of chocolate.

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Christmess

Here is a song about Christmess..

This song contains a question, a situation, a stance, and then a nod to John Lennon, as a mid point, and a resolution.

It's a song I really like, and I think it's best sung as a poignant ballad,a sing of long term hope and resilience, rather than a protest song... I think this version is pretty much spot on in that regard, the recording was pretty slapdash.



All my own 'work'.... several limitations apply, obvs.

I send warmest regards, and kindest feelings to all my readers, whether you agree with my presentations or not.

We are all human.

This is our life together.

Kindest regards

Corneilius

"Do what you love, it's Your Gift to Universe"

Thank you for reading this blog. All we need to do is be really honest, responsive to the evidence we find,and ready to reassess when new evidence emerges. The rest is easy.

Refugees, Squatting, Indoctrination, Christmas Poetry.

I have been taking a break from posting.  It was because when I began to see the full extent of the behavioural dynamic, when it is obvious that there is so much bullying going on, in matters of Civil and Corporate Governance and behaviour, that it became impossible to deal with any discourse that ignores that simple fact.

Even those who genuinely seek reform, and yet support left vs right conceptualisation of Civil Governance, who accept adversarial politics as 'normal', who therefore argue against each other, rather than deliberate upon the evidence available, as a collective engaged in a mutual exercise of good governance.

Letting the stew stew.

It's so immature, so inneffective, so dull, old and boring. Really. Trump is boring, Netanyahu is boring, Putin is boring, May is boring, Austerity is lethal and boring, Farage is boring, War is boring, and covert war is even more boring. Competition as adversaries is boring.

The brew brews.

This social system's facade is crumbling. The only solid thing is human decency, kindness, compassion, empathy, on the streets and in our homes and places where we gather and work - we can do this - and when all the facade has crumbled, and all the glitter has been cleaned off the hoardings, it will be that which brings us to recovery, not tech, not carbon taxes, not religion, not aliens, not anyone but us lot here. I feel good about that.

Soil aerated. Leaves fall,  buds grow. 

I have been writing a few pieces of poetry, to be spoken, rather than read... read them aloud, adding your own inflections and emphases.

Coin Poem.

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This is about the health and safety report onn the danger of abstract artificial reality, which is what coin has become.

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BitCoin
BitchCoin
MumCoin
DadCoin
ChildrenCoin
HomeCoin -
InvestmentCoin?

FoodCoin
WaterCoin
CommunityCoin
HealthCoin
PeaceCoin

StateCoin
ReligionCoin
PowerCoin
WarCoin
WasteCoin

Shit
Coin.

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This is on the feeling of being human, in the biologically mandated sense of optimal human health.

If we look..

If we look with all our eyes we see more.

If we listen with all our ears, we hear more.

If we sniff with all our noses, we will smell more,

and the stench of Civilisation will become inescapable.

If we feel with our bodies, our hearts will be strong,

When we sing with the streams, our songs tingle,

When we walk with the breeze, our step is brisk.

When we stalk in the hunt, our breathing is even.

When we rest in the bliss, our hearts are one.

When the fire is loaded, and more besides

When our larder is fat with the gifts of life,

When we look to each other, and travellers greet,

Tis good to be human, different and sweet.


Christmas Factory 2017

I feel a poetic flow..

snow

fades in the below feezing,

slow

lee.

Angonizingly,

There is no glory in this resistance.

A White Christmas is premature and still-born.

Central heating speeds the rooves exposure.

A patchwork emerges. Warm and cold. Eating or heating.

Heating vents become prime beggar estate.

Documentaries describe this. It get's worse.

Christmas 2017 is jangling

My nerves.

My nerves were shot.

I

remember

sleeping in a factory,

a long abandoned work place,

it's bustle and noise a distant 

but not forgotten grime,

Sleeping in my day clothes,
Coat on, a hoodie and a hat,
two pairs of socks, and early Christmas trick.

With just enough credit for one phone call,

one special person,

on that special day.

Heart aching.

In that banal place,

bereft of 'mod cons'.

dusty and dirty,

in need of a deep clean,

Grief washes my cheeks,

and I am safe, for now.

Squatting. Seeking a safe, 'affordable' home.

Affordable. A caricature of the truth.

Indebted. In debt.

How much debt can you afford.

If you cannot sustain debt, then you must lose.

The economy is built on debt.

Power is maintained through debt.

The Evening Standard does not know my history,

does not know the stories of tens of thousands

who seek to bodge together a home,

as they carry the wreckage of lives lived within a hierarchically violent social system that is not so much corrupted (as in good people turned bad)

rather it is founded on violent bullying,

maintained by

indoctrination and psycho-social manipulation.

It - The Man - knows these things, because it manifests them, daily.

Opinion as apparent fact,"trust me Gov!" Is the Bible not fake news too?

"What the economy needs", "growing a workforce" : -

where do we break the spell of these spells?

The spell broke for me 

in that factory and 

in every refugee that is fleeing war there breaks that spell again, again and again.

Safe Home. Affordable Homes. Language. War.

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Kindest regards

Corneilius

"Do what you love, it's Your Gift to Universe"

Thank you for reading this blog. All we need to do is be really honest, responsive to the evidence we find,and ready to reassess when new evidence emerges. The rest is easy.