France, the election and political leanings

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/apr/23/francois-hollande-french-election




Whether you like the right or the left It's worth remembering that if no one is represented in the middle ground it leaves a big hole that despite it's size can be very difficult to notice.

Big holes that people fail to notice can be very hazardous.

Even if they are on the other side of a large pond and seem very far away.

It's a small world.

Caitlín

Despite the way my happy heart hums she does not feel the same
Despite the fact she bangs my drum, I don’t bang hers, a shame
A shame I’m sure she’ll spit me out when flavour it is done
And I’ll be out down on my ass, daft, ashamed and shunned


 All silky words and turn of phrase alone can’t win her heart
The day will come when it’s no more and dreams are ripped apart
More pragmatic than negative a simple turn of fact
And I shall learn to limp along, Improvise, Overcome, Adapt


What is it that keeps me here? A love of all good things
To bask and roll and lye about with all the joy it brings
To have her essence next to me and wake next day refreshed
To see the sunshine once again and relish every breath


 That’s you my girl, but not my own I cannot covert you
As much I’d like to call this love, it simply isn’t true
I cannot leave this path right now that leads to certain pain
As you’re in me like angle dust pulsating through my veins


Addictive much? Fuckin’ sure and more than you could know
Within me lies intensity, it’s you who sparked this glow
My word you’re really something else, an angel on this earth
Modest, sexy, heavenly I can’t describe your worth


So I’ll conclude it’s all just fun, best not good to get too close
If one sails careless to the sun a soul can end up toast
But when the sun is so alluring, fills myself with thoughts assuring
 Pain’s a virtue, life’s less boring. I doubt I’ll ever learn...


 I don’t regret a thing

That's why Mums go to Iceland...

Have just been to Iceland (the shop, not the home of that disruptive volcano and QPR's Icelandic football veteran Heiðar Helguson). The lady at the checkout was chatting away to the couple in front of me as she cheerfully scanned there purchases through the till,

"Any holidays planned"? they asked her

"funny you should ask that, actually I'm going to Ibiza, But not the party part of Ibiza" She hastened to add..

... the conversation went on and eventually It was my turn to have my purchases scanned.. My turn to shine... My turn to unleash the famous Pistol Bullet™© charm..

And so I said

"Ibiza is lovely, plenty of sun"

To which, rather then reply, she looked at me as If I had just said -

"Your vagina is particularly rancid today, I could smell it all the way over by the cheese Isle and there are some pretty funky cheeses on those mother-fuckin' shelves. Sort yourself out bitch, I think I'm gonna vomit".

Strange reaction I thought...

I don't know

What is this planet, this ground we all tread?
That we stumble around on ‘til one day we’re dead
Who shapes the future, do they write the past?
Progress isn’t progress if it happens too fast.

Mindless like zombies making do with some wealth
Doing as expected, filed in lines on a shelf-
-Like tins of soup or value beans
No need to think, though we do have the means-

-The means to be different and not to conform
Not like false adverts who “break from the norm”
Contrived virus wannabes, they make me feel sick
Infected by falsehoods and the backsides they lick.

No man is an island, we can’t do it alone
Yet we need to be separate or end up like clones
To think for ourselves and cut our own track
Yet it’s hard to do so if no one has our back.

Sometimes solitude is the only escape
From the something that binds us, as our worlds often blinds us
Sometimes isolation allows us to create
And sometimes it drives us mad, but madness is just a singular train of thought deemed unacceptable when it is seen as unconstructive in relation to the world we are expected to dwell in.

This world is madness; this world is bullshit, not always, but often…. As long as the world only exists inside one’s own head however (and it always will do) then it is up to us as individuals to shape the planet.

Hopefully we’ll end up with something that passes for civilisation…