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Monday, 12 August 2013

I WORRY

August 2013

*work in progress   
I wonder do I have the courage?
To create something truly real? 
Am I brave enough to cross the bridge?
Allow myself to feel?

Will eyes suspect they penetrate?
Fail the nature of what I do?
Is the intent not to violate?
In fact is this in life my cue?

Does everyone receive this blow? 
Fear the risk of fake exposure?
Do they question what they think they know?
Do they struggle with composure?

Do the constraints in which I bind myself prevent me from being free?
Is my ability to dream a dream a greater part of me?  

                                                                                                                                         - R.L Tighe




Thursday, 8 August 2013

THE ROAD


*work in progress                                                                                                              August 2013


Sometimes I feel as though I've come so far.
Though not gotten anywhere.
Do we ever really know where we are?
Do some people even care?

I wonder do I have a choice?
Of course I know I do.
I wonder will I find my voice?
Do I even know what to do?

Maybe I should have stayed on the road.
Not veered off the beaten track.
Though if I really want to be in that mode.
I could always make it back.

I know what I want though don't provide the effort that it deserves.
Instead I deplete my energy on this battle with my nerves.


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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Thought Books!



Aww look at them, aren't they pretty?  I've had these journals for a good while, though being an appreciator of beautiful things I couldn't bring myself to use them.  However, there are some things that need to be felt through ink gliding across a page, expressing itself in the swirls of words and letters.  So today, the bow is being undone (though it will pain me to do so) and the pages will be tainted with my thoughts...

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

New Year’s Day – It’s all about me!

Ok, so fore mostly, Happy New Year everybody! I would have said that through gritted teeth his morning, though writing this at the end of the day results in a very different post. The whole Christmas carry on had led me to be a bit of a Grinch by the time I woke up this morning. I’d had such high hopes for the festive season a few weeks ago, though nothing went to plan, and by the time New Year’s Day rolled around I was positively bad tempered and sulky. Determined to be entirely selfish, (other than dinner hosting duties) I’ve taken New Year’s Day for myself.

I stayed in bed until almost midday, before transferring myself almost seamlessly, from the bed to the sofa for an afternoon of film. I was however distracted from my mission by the lure of the January sales, and subsequently ended up purchasing a Sofa over the internet, at a steal I might add. Anyway, I then somehow moved onto stripping the living room wallpaper whilst watching Mary Poppins; a childhood favourite so upbeat it is impossible to stay immobile. The film; almost fifty years old, seems incredibly current in some aspects. Take the fact that there’s a young boy called Peter, whose father works in a bank. He and his sister go to work with their father one day, and Peter’s encouraged to invest his two pence into an account. However Peter doesn’t want to give his two pence to the eager bankers, he wants to feed the birds with it instead. An argument arises, resulting in Peter’s money taken from his grasp. Customers witness this and panic ensues soon leading to a riotous mass withdrawal of funds.

As a species we can, I think at times be a tad possessive and have a somewhat blinkered view of our experiences. It’s the first, the last, the best, or the worst. When often it's not, was not and won't be. It may have happened before, and might even happen again. My mother always had an interest in history and believed much could be foretold by what had gone before it.


As quoted by Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr, “The more things change the more they stay the same.”