Howl at the Moon

Howl at the moon if you can stand the light,

Howl at the moon for the rest of the night,

The light casts shadows on your pale face,

Just one more member of this rat race.

There’s a glint in your eye – not one that I know –

And your complexion is pale, as white as snow;

Is this what freedom looks like, sounds like?

Are you waiting for the lightening strike?

Are you hoping that one day you might

Bathe naked in that glowing moonlight?

Release yourself into the dark forest,

Lay down with wolves and be not distressed,

For tonight you are one of their own.

In the morning you will be long gone.

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As the Free Bird Flies

As the free bird flies

To the sun in the sky,

So my heart longs to be free.

To soar through the clouds,

As the eagle’s cry sounds –

To roam over hill and vale –

To follow no predestined trail.

I’d go through the sea-mist

And survive it, just,

To see myself start over again.

As I’d try and I’d try

To lift myself high,

I’d just be pulled back down,

To nurse my broken crown.

To raise myself up

Above all of this

Is incredibly hard by myself.

So here I must try

To live and to die,

But we’ll all meet again in the end.

Strong and Stable

“Strong and Stable” – that’s what she said.

Strong and stable, a funny way of thinking about it.

I could use some strength and

stability in my

head.

My mind has a ten

dency to wander. I don’t always stay on topic, I get distracted and carry on for far too long without taking

a breath.

My sleeping patterns are just a mess.

It is intriguing to note the similarities between a goldfish and

Boris Johnson, a man who has a delightful tendency to speak utter

Rhubarb, a food I’m not keen on myself. Although it does make wonderful

crumble. Much like our economy would under a leader like Theresa.

You see I have a way of returning to the topic. Unlike some, I may find my way back.

Again,

and again,

and again.

Because this is important. This is when we decide whether to take a stand, or whether to shrug responsibility

like a child caught enabling some degradation of society

by a friend or acquaintance who tells them

not to worry because they’ll take the blame.

Maybe it’s time to

do

something.

Anything.

 

Love Happens

There is an old adage, oft quoted and oft cut short. It begins thusly:

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone.

Orson Welles, to whom this pearl of wisdom is attributed, went on. He had this to add:

Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.

As sobering as all of this may seem, it raises a point of great importance – most of us are looking for love and sometimes we don’t savour it enough when we have it.

In all frankness, this post comes a couple of days after I was first inspired to write it. Wandering along on my way home from a rehearsal, my mind descended into its usual chaos of thought and suddenly, further down the pathway, I saw two people coming in the opposite direction. 

There is nothing unusual in this, true, but these people were beaming as they raced along towards the crossing. I do not pretend to know who these people were or what relationship they held with each other, but there was a sudden moment of clarity among the ever increasing swirl of worthlessness that had surrounded me.

What I am looking for in life is love, not necessarily any sort of sexual love, just relationships with people and the world around me that show an exchange of love.

I believe this to be case for most people and part of the problem is that there are those who wantonly destroy any love we can have for the world by a destruction of hope.

Hope is an emotion which is perhaps misplaced, but it will never leave as long as there is love to accompany it.

And, of course, it always helps if you state your love in the first place.

C’est si bon