Big day in the U.K.
Let’s sort out any confusion
I’m under no great illusion
that Corbyn is NOT the messiah to lead this island
to balmy weather.
Fair in the ideas he postulates.
Words that that resonate with humanities mantra of together.
Don’t expect a perfect world unless we all put in some labour
One man can speak for the many but the many must graft for the life they seek in ardour.
the many make changes – X marks your choice
It’s not over.This is but the start – it’s time to think outside of the box – continue to use your new found voice.
This is phase one of an arduous journey
We will lose if we don’t endure the marathon and have JC’s back when it all gets thorny.
Don’t lose faith
Keep your head looking to the above.
It’s not a one man job
It’s up to all of us to stand the test -stay the course
perhaps one day we will see a world blossom from our sacrifice to give it one love.
Today I vote labour.
If there was a chance GREEN would or could win this election, I would have voted for them
*photo credit Francesca Woodman*
the pen is indeed mightier than the sword- The weak will draw blood first.
Shame on who ?
for having an opinion,
Of the outrageous Manchester bombings.
Killing off innocent lives of younger generations.
Who truly wants to show who has global dominion?
Silent politician — the most deadliest opposition.
Spin a Democide on the innocents who make up the majority of our citizenship.
Corbyn speaks for young hearts with his Robin Hood mannerisms.
Noble enough to plant a feather in his cap.
The conservatives make a come back with hyper sensationalist plan-
What a way to react.
Theres a difference between responding to the people
and scaremongering those into a statement of hatred against immigrants
Western Tempers raised to look to the East for another insane bomber converted by the Quran.
A classic destabiliser move to keep the people less equal.
Social media doing her rounds — vicious terrorists — chuck the unorthodox bastards out.
Who funds the organised crime unit?
Who knocks another nail into societies faction,
sense of community to sustain a world clouded in doubt?
The injustice of this hypocrisy makes me want to fall to my knees.
Please, open your eyes-look ,
The bigger picture is not to look to a country living in a refugee crisis— riding it rough trying to traverse to safe shores on the tremulous seas.
No person in their right mind want’s to leave their own home.
What would you do to protect your family when you are staring at all your belongings obliterated into another political stitch?
Woven into the conditioned mind-fabricated lies — bursts of walmarts own clothes wash-Iron fist scented smokescreen.
A white wash to cover up the Theresa May in a niquab to bypass border control — look to true snitch.
Jumping from a sinking ship.
Is it not to enough to destabilise the economy?
Divide the minds of the people to instil a state of dichotomy.
Don’t buy into this cycle
Don’t let the Imperialists continue this barbaric rule.
Capitalise on the vulnerable they choose to keep less insightful.
Fundamentalist terror is home grown.
18-25 year olds orgasmic omnipotence can save the united kingdom.
not just this is England , with welsh sheep murmurs whispered across clouds seemingly made out of foam
Venerable private pensioners ,I respect your views
Wake up from this nightmare.
Giving up your unneeded winter fuel tax allowance isn’t helping to secure a strong future our children.
Let sinners repent . Let justice and humanity reign.
Have mercy on those who live in the world we are yet to share.
The stench of politics arrests my heart.
Don’t desensitise now
When death is imminent for your fresh start.
Elysium can exist in this world not just the next.
Look up by all means – It’s all generic text.
Look around and see the plight the innocents in this have to wage.
Stop this merciless hunt to cull young voices — remember the wisdom a child imparts with a mere smile.
They are truly the ones who are sage.
This is not a foreign terrotist ISIS attack
If it is-
It has been funded by the most conservative ,vicious Tory pack.
true love insatiety.
Two lovers with no fixed abode.
Pariahs to a culture in the quest for a monetary load.
Shelter over head versus security locked on the inside.
freedom in exploring lovers spell,
remember even outcasts have rights to claim base to a premise.
Allow Emotion necessary feeds.
two teens choose homelessness!
Why allow increased suffering and sorrow into the hearts of a young generations bliss?
The fault is not with those who choose companionship.
The system fails us all.
Digits in Information Data protected code.
Silicon domain ship drives the latex whip.
Norms of society don’t make for a decent person.
Laws in place to follow obediently -can’t find a pulse – humanity is cursing.
No religious books needed to teach us how to know right from wrong.
Morals are instinctive-passed down a DNA cell telethon.
Spirituality and science
is empathy responding in defiance.
Scrutinise the tramps
for he who makes not a wage sufficient to put in our governments’ banks.
Gleam citizens of society!
Feed your families by working for a legal, unethical corporation.
Where will you take your possessions when nature sheds a hernia?
Blood bank Sponsorship in need of a different type of currency.
we have lost.
Not long until we see all genders in mass hysterization.
Followers, likes, tags, social status
War on the photoshop Generation
insert a sultry slavering pavlova condition.
wear the no makeup look – wear less makeup.
no need for a two-hour trial and a tutorial book.
A means to an end.
Look at how we teach our children to defend
for one day we must die.
How can we continue to justify how we live life?
continuously living in hope of being upgraded by united airlines,
feet up in the sky
‘on the high’
*FEELING frustrated for multiple reasons. Still waiting for my TMA 3 mark. Started on my EMA for my MA. I’m doing act two from ‘the homeless teen couple in love’ script that I started way back in November 2016. I’m still 100% passionate about finishing it, however, I have learnt a lot about writing this year. I’m going it act two with a new approach.*
MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF YOU ON HERE.
THANK YOU, TO ALL THE NEW NEW WORDPRESS BLOGGERS FOR YOUR RECENT FOLLOWS.
I’ve so many blogs to look at. Welcome to the willows.
A place that never stays the same.
Don’t know if that is a good or bad thing, it’s how this mind works. ha ha!
Composure show your best face
Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.
Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week
One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.
Manipulation in search for a vein
hooked up intravenously
suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,
Day spent prodding a familiar corpse
Lavender eye shadow caked on.
An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.
Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds
-less valuable than the African Congo.
Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.
There is closure in this hymn
that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.
No more drama.
Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.
Some call it Karma.
Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.
Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.
spots and stripes.
Don’t leave me, Madam.
wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.
Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite
How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?
Animals on the uprise.
No more, humans.
Determined by free will.
Save our earth from true predators.
A life is a life,
a loss is a loss.
no one gives a toss
don’t matter who involved in the kill.
Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave
Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.
counting on all hands and fingers
I fear I’m not the only one.
canned laughter emerges in the background.
Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.
Emotion packs a punch in three
washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.
Rage -crimson flag.
‘All hail the Spanish bull!’
Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.
Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.
it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.
Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.
Green lights flash.
Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk
it’s a condition in frail.
life and Death lie, spooning- side by side,
build the bridge
equality in each parlour
you seek to ride.
murder the last heart blackened by holding on.
The injustice of the furies coup
bow your heads in shame,
You are not the only ones who suffer.
Time to sing a different song.
Check my inbox – still not got no mail.
Maybe I should give up , hit the bathroom, slap some moisturized bomb on my dial – infused with extra kale .
Deadlines looming. Anxiety arrest my mint breath – Tutors marking red rings – imagination has let go that last hope of zest.
All I wanna do is huff and puff out smoke circles made out of vape- limited edition premium flavors is the best.
It’s Sunday morning – no time for me to matter,
I might just believe in God for one day – 7th day of rest appeals to my shape – Sundays is cool to be flatter.
As long as I’m still breathing ,make no mistake when working out the coordinates, I’m not one Dimensional .
Four sides to this mind – you are dealing with a time bomb expert in trying out new shit – I’m moving in , check me get all professional!
It’s all a bit of fun – it’s not like I’m knocking back generously measured out continental mojitos in the sun .
Hungover,just waiting for an answer to hear about my education.
No God- I decide when it’s time to snooze – this missus here has to work , to make sure the bills come in and get Santa.coms attention.
Living my life grateful for my humble maison,
Can’t help being a high achiever with ambition – I got a daughter who is already in the game of life – she needs me to pass my learned lessons on .
The ball is our orbit -we move in harmonic beats, Is okay .
Gravity got ya – he never let you down,
not like a slick rick who made a play for you on your own turf ,after ya necked a drink -and you felt the earth sway.
Trust in issues that deal with the heart,
jump -lead my thoughts to make sure it plays some part.
Controversy – Black lives matter ,
Hell, all lives should be treated like they could at any moment shatter.
Controversy? black lives exist?
Can we agree on the starting benchmark at being civil ?
Right, let’s try it and persist.
Equality is for everyone – except for the one with the guns protesting – that ain’t what they been minding.
Learned this from Micheal Che – he has epic comic timing.
All I want for Xmas is a t-shirt -slogan 9/11 – all buildings matter – it’s a matter of principled data.
Hit the refresh button – still no mail – time to make some bills and scatter.
Make sure the curves on a graph go up to make sure happiness hits the spot when it all goes down ,
we see the true hearts stay and fight for change without the need for another disenfranchised collective we now call the clown.
* Credit to this dude – MICHEAL CHE for inspiring material
I will be getting that T- shirt made.
I never trusted clowns- even as a lightie.
“I think that the only reason people hold onto memories so tight for so long is because memories are the only things that don’t change, even when people change..” Unknown
This is a post that I have wanted to write for some time but my heart is still raw with pain. I’m comfortably numb as the song goes . No words I write can do justice to what this illness does to people we love.
We have had the plague
Aids and HIV
The new cowboy in town in Dementia.
He has all the traits of the best cowboy in town
A steady hand
A look that says so much but not something you can be sure what it is thinking
It is true to it’s word
It takes Pride in his work
A true perfectionist
It doesn’t mind who it consumes and takes out it the process.
This year DEMENTIA AWARENESS WEEK May 15-21 focuses on confronting your fears about Dementia.
The Alzheimers society is reaching out to give you support and information. You don’t have to fight this alone. REACH OUT
I found this – it captures how I feel whenever I see my Gran and how helpless I feel.
I’m going to show you some pictures of someone who has loved me for a long time.
I must close my eyes
AGE : 15.
LOCATION : Kitchen ( Gran’s home ) South Africa
Gran comes shuffling in to the kitchen
“Que ce qui pas?“
“I will make you a camomile tea” in her French accent .
She spent a lot of time and money putting me in rehabs and looking after me when I was growing up.
I am possibly the first and only person to have seen my Gran cry that I know of — I’m not proud but honoured she trusted in me.
STATE: possibly drunk or hung over
LOCATION: Gran’s Bedroom France
Grandpa was not doing well. My Gran broke down.
All I could do was hold her.
She knew Cancer and Chemo was going to be the un-doing of him.
He still tried to look after his ‘Trois filles’ ( me, Mom and Gran) until his last breath.
The greatest love affair ever! ❤
What a pair they made.
Grandpa got a massive contract with Loreal in the 1950′ -1960’s . He was the main sales rep for promoting the Loreal brand in Africa.
They travelled everywhere
to name a few.
Gran had spent most of her life travelling. Her father was a general in the army. Her step father some sort of captain and she spent a few years in the cote de ivory and other places.
They had 6 children together
And two other sons who I don’t have pictures of. She was and still is the queen of the family.
So much elegance ,grace and charm. She suffered a lot of heart ache in her life. Lost love, her mother was jealous of her as were her two step sisters.
She was kicked out of her home when she was 16 years old and pregnant. She went on to become a femme de menage and a beautician to survive the streets of Paris..
When she met my grandfather she never had to worry about love or money again. Even when he passed on from Cancer. Her twin sons and my own mother still after her.
The relationship she had with my mother was unbreakable- even now. My Gran still demands my mothers time and is happier when she has her to herself.
This last picture was taken in 2012 -four years ago. My Gran’s 79 th birthday
She loves to laugh and is still a social butterfly just like my Bella Bee-
Alzheimers and Dementia does not discriminate.
A cold and bitter night in the U.K..
The Wind screeched out a name
A lady manages to fumble with the keys to a door and lets herself out.
Where is she going?
a flash of car lights,
Great big BULGING eyes
a night gown whips around the lady’s ankles
She couldn’t live on her own any more. She was find walking the streets in her night clothes, by her carer ,at the time on the coldest night the U.K. had in 2013.
This was a place with bells and whistles on. It was like a 5 ***** hotel.
In the few months she stayed here.
She was found sat in bed drowning in her own piss.
She had spread faeces all over the walls and under her nails.
The home said she was too much trouble.
Funny, they didn’t have a problem with taking our families money for the few months she was there.
New home – two days until Gran’s 80th. Her twin sons came out to surprise her
The day my Aunt died of lung cancer . My Mom got a call from her care home to say Granhad broken her hip. She spent 12 days in a normal hospital ward.. Always calling out. Neglected.
We thought we were going to lose her.
A grand daughter,
2 -3 hours
TEETH EXPOSED – FERAL
THIS SOUND – my idea of Dementia raging in audio.
She couldn’t speak but she could scream and lash out.
I don’t think I slept for 2 days after that event.
Gran in hospital . The last time she would ever walk
Gran loved to walk
Gran will never walk again.
She had to be moved to another home that could meet her needs. No fancy hotel .
Gran’s 81st birthday
I go see my Gran every week with my Mom. I take my daughter. I don’t want her to forget my Gran.
She went from speaking two languages, walking, laughing, taking pride in her appearance to this person.
To being a person who would blanche if she knew what she was like now.
Maybe she does and that is what makes her so angry still.
Yes, she screams and she can’t talk and she scares me sometimes because I don’t know what to do to help her; but she is still my Gran and she has a mental illness.
IT IS NOT HER FAULT!
Her home she lives in now have really put quality over quantity. It;s not a show home -it is a home -home -check out ROBERTS TOWN CARE HOME FB PAGE .
The only people who have got my Gran to a place in her illness where she is probably going to be able to come to my wedding ceremony in June.
May is# MAKE MAY PURPLE month.
Across the world May is the month for creating mental health awareness.