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The Wrecking Machine

English: Protest against fossil fuels April
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It’s coming from all sides

But mainly from the right.

It’s cloaked in many guises,

In the shadows of the night.

It’s breaking up the Union,

It’ll soon break up the States.

It fears the enemy within,

At heart it’s full of hate.

It’s turned the truth upon its head

And placed a child upon the throne.

Cries wolf when it is challenged;

A massive rolling stone.

Watch how it cuts the funds,

Needed to save the world.

Boosting the use of fossil fuels,

It fracks the earth till all’s unfurled.

Watch, listen now, to the glaring truth.

It turns deaf ears when science cries,

As though it is mere whim,

And more discoveries then denies.

Filling government with corporate men

And then, dismantling regulations.

Fuelling avarice and greed,

It pockets billions in elation.

Consumed by thoughts of deeds so foul,

That even it can’t sleep at night.

Bent on destroying human life,

Well past the tipping point all right.

It plans to make the world one totalitarian state.

We’d better join together before it is too late.

Happy Birthday

Your birthday was a special day.

Your tiny body from this world did come.

Your mother smiled the pain away.

Your father shed a tear and some.

Each year another candle’s lit

In memory of that wondrous day.

With close friends you laugh and sit

And celebrate in many ways.

 As you grow the flame burns bright,

Then flickers in the winds of time.

Dimming in the fading light;

Sweet memories flashing through your mind.

So you don’t forget when you were born

Cakes get bigger one by one.

More candles the globe to warm

Till one day the fire is gone.

Life is short, the days are long

But you dear friend are going strong.

I’ll see you soon; till then so long.

But now please listen to this song.

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Save our words

I recently received a complimentary email from a friend who is an accomplished author. She was responding to a post of mine entitled ‘I’m over the moon‘ and it led to a discussion about the English language.

Congrats James!

Have you joined Goodreads yet?

Hey is jewelry mis-spelled or the British version? “He is now Chairman of a jewellery wholesaler”

My reply was; Continue reading Save our words

Is original thought possible?

Sam Harris

English: Sam Harris
English: Sam Harris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sam Harris, neuroscientist and author describes ‘Freewill’ as an illusion. He uses brilliant analogies to explain that acting of your own freewill implies that you could have done otherwise. He poses the question, ‘What are you going to think next? Your next thought comes out of nowhere. Whatever you are doing you have a voice in your head which just says things. Thoughts just emerge in consciousness. We can’t choose them before we think them. So if you can’t control your next thought where is your freedom of will?’ Continue reading Is original thought possible?

The sound of silence

There came an old man

Who sat down by me.

He had a white cane

But still he could see

The world and all in it

Much clearer than me.

 

I could hear the man’s voice,

Though he didn’t talk.

Just a tilt of the head

And a way in his walk.

 

The sound of silence alone,

Alone in the mind,

Is a sweet sound of silence,

Which flows like fine wine.

But in the company of others,

Such a feeling divine.

 

We sat there in silence,

Kindred spirits in union.

Not one word was spoken,

The most joyous communion.