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Trapped I am, trapped I've been,
Trapped again like you never seen,
Dead end job, nine to five,
I do what I can to try to survive.

I'm working class I'd always thought,
Better yourself I was now being taught,
Better yourself and you won't look back,
Gain new knowledge that you know you lack.

They never told me of the price I'd pay,
Losing friends as I moved away,
Away from all I was sure I knew,
Insecure I rapidly grew.

I don't know where I now belong,
For what felt right sure now feels wrong,
For working class I've had too much school,
For academia I'm just a fool.

For a better life I got a fleeting taste,
But as time moved on I've been laid to waste,
My life's imploded like shattered glass,
Who were the fooling I'm working class.

It's cruel, as cruel, as cruel can be,
To get a glimpse of what I could be,
I can't help myself for I must use my head,
I fear that i become again the brain dead.

Hook, line and sinker,
A strange song to a thinker.
Believing without a reason,
Is man’s worst treason.

Hook line and sinker,
A strange song to a thinker.
Don’t go if you don’t know,
It’s no folly to say no.

Hook line and sinker,
A strange song to a thinker.
Knowledge is made for man,
Know all if you can.

Hook, line and sinker,
What an awkward rhythm!

She calls her band Rasputina,
Melora Kreiger's the one.
Dressed in Victorian underwear,
Her shows are a lot of fun.

Electric rock cello she plays,
Pushing through Marshalls and loud.
Her lyrics are edgy and cool,
Knows how to work up a crowd.

Plays in New York now and then,
Touring costs too much these days.
Caught her show in St Louis once,
Man, does she rock when she plays!

So check her out if you've time,
Listen online if you would.
Her music is best listened loud,
Telling you, it's really good.

I think God made a mistake,
He gave me six daughters,
But a daughter is the greatest gift any man can ever hope to receive,
I’ll never know why God entrusted me with so many,
I got out my car and took my 2nd little daughter’s hand to go into the supermarket,
She could not have been older than two, maybe even younger,
I watched her tenderly as she walked beside me,
She looked at my arm then at hers,
Then blurted out:
“Hey, I have hair on my arms, just like my daddy…”
I hugged her and showered her with kisses, laughter sweetly surrounding us…,
One of the happier moments…


A woman is a very special living thing,
What a pity I learnt that sooo late in life,
The feminine spirit is what keeps the universe in check,
What gives it its ineffable beauty, its ubiquitously healing quality,
Its breathless quality of adventure, expansion, exhilaration, and allure,
Sadly, we men, often take that holiness and besmirch it beyond belief, to our eternal shame…


Last Friday evening, I had the cosmic responsibility of lecturing to ten or so such flowers and demonstrating the marvels of bio-resonance technology,
Two of them were literally trembling with fear at what the bio-resonance technology device would find wrong with their health,
As a professional, I could have elected to stay aloof and empirical,
However, I took the one by the hand and sat her next to me and the device,
I held her hand and looked smilingly into her eyes,
I distracted her by complementing her on her beauty, and elegance, and what lady-like grace she carried herself with,
Soon, without her noticing, the electrodes were in her hands and the scan underway, whilst I kept returning her to herself[phrase borrowed from my good friend Linda Smith, the author of the great book by that name], with soothing words, slowly uplifting her spirit and allaying her fears, soon her hands stopped trembling and a wide expanse of a smile decorated her pretty face and we were soon whispering confidential information in each others ears about her health,
Magical and salubrious experience…


As a father, as a male mate,
I now know without doubt,
That my holy mission in relationship is to help the feminine spirit to ‘return to itself’,
Then,
The universe, will blossom and bloom like a Namaqualand flower,
And we will all thank the Infinite for life,
For sweet, sweet, life…

Now i am drinking a cold glass of beer at a bar
Surrounded by drunk and weird people...
I know you are so far...
And so i touch my left nipple...
Trying to feel my heart beating...
Hopefully i am still alive
I realize a powerful feeling:
I will survive!!!

What is a guillotine ? It is a device for cutting large quantities
of paper, in commercial use these machines supply reams of
packaged paper for use in offices around the world, they are
used for many similar uses in many different forms in countries
all around the world, but the guillotine had a far more sinister
use that goes back to the tenth century, it was used as an
execution device used by many forms of government the most
noted during the period of the 1790's in France. The event was
known as the French Revolution, were the people of France
were treated really cruel, and the guillotine was a cruel form
of injustice to anyone who would be caught conspiring against
the then French Government, the commoners in the end rose
up against the tyranny of the government and their evil dictators
were executed by their own creation of death, and shown no
mercy and by the end of the century was under a new ruler,
Napoleon Bonaparte, he was hailed as a hero of the time, but
was eventually exiled on an island named Elba. those times are
now gone but the guillotine still remains with us today though
it is used for far less violent operations, for simply cutting paper
in our offices and homes. Which proves even the most evil things
can be used for good with a little imagination.

As I sit in quiet solitude,
Contemplating on my life,
I have come to somewhat realise,
That I couldn't use my eyes
To see the truth and the reality
Of our politicians' lies.
But I use my intuition
To make up my lack of vision
To deduce some of the nuances
Which in life attack my senses.

Neither left, and nor the right
Care for anyone, but for their fight.
To get back and be reelected,
To enjoy the fruits of power.
And dish out their non prescriptive pill,
Dictate to the multitude, if you will.
While the sheep will baaaa and clap,
To the victor, a winner's lap.
Whether Blue, or Red or Green,
We the people pay for their scene.

So I came to realise,
Best to not be very wise,
For to be so, it is fruitless
Unless you're prepared to care less,
And maybe join in their ranks,
Even if it's just in the flanks
You'll be one of the preferred
And a little bit more cared,
For eventually they're only after one thing,
It's your vote, you'd be made king.

Except you're only royalty for a minute,
And once it's cast, you're back to nothing!
As I sit back and contemplate,
How the masses can be happy,
With the crumbs that fall to ground,
And the fat lords with abundance,
Graceless, truthless, heartless even,
Play with our lives; yours and mine.

Yet we clap for their attention,
As we pray for a minor mention,
In their prayers to their gods,
But I'd bet against all odds,
We the plebeians are just pawns
In their international game,
Of who's the greatest? Who's the name,
That will live in history books?
Who is daring, who so brave
To change this thirst for wealth and power,
It's not Trump, or May, or Kim
Nor indeed Vladimir Putin.

If you ask me who to nominate,
I'd reply let's concentrate,
For I cannot think of any one
Who is really equipped to lead
The exodus from this present dread.

In the end, we are all dead,
And that's what makes us -
The powerful, the rich, the poor,
The haughty and the meek -
All equal, so to speak.

rhetoric right wing
shenanigans politic
citizens left out

undo construction
blockade administration
stimey the country

no aid for the poor
tax the poor not the wealthy
not our fault they're poor

control birth control
no women control their bodies
God is on our side

(I could go on forever....but I'm not gonna')

There has to be many things done
the school has been renovated
and it is not ready
the children will be returning
and the construction is going on
you know the curiosity of the children
when it comes to bull dozers and construction
It is all dangerous
but it is all happenning
and the painters are still painting
the bricklayers are still laying
The carpenters are still sawing and hammering
the plumbers are still adjusting the water pressure
the refrigeration people are adding new air conditioners
this is all happenning as we speak
will it be ready
Under pressure
I do not think so
but think positive
there could be a surprise for everyone
Under pressure

[Title borrowed from Sarah McLachlan’s inspiring song with the same title...]

‘Resistance is futile’ said the Borg of Star Trek fame, and they were right...,
My resistance to all that manifests in my life is the cause of ALL discord in my life,
All the gurus, all the masters, have all preached the same thing from time immemorial,
Resistance is futile...

Why then, do I keep on resisting?
I fear the demolishment of my ego,
I fear the loss of things,
I fear the loss of respect,
I fear alienation from the community,
I fear the loss of love,
I fear hurting my children,
I fear hurting my fellow-man,
I fear hurting me,
Therefore I resist,
The irony is, they say, that when I stop resisting,
When I totally surrender, then I gain everything,
Funny, huh?

But, how do I stop resisting, which is a habit so strong that it has almost inured me to anything else?
How can I surrender to someone trying to kill my child?
How can I surrender to someone trying to steal from me?
How can I surrender to someone trying to break my heart?
How can I surrender to someone who is lying to me?
How can I surrender to someone trying to abuse me in a myriad other ways?
I know not the answers,
Only one thing I know,
That, the times that I have surrendered, were better for me and mine,
All benefitted, there was more peace, more safety, more abundance, more joy, more love...

[It doesn’t mean much
It doesn’t mean anything at all
The life I’ve left behind me
Is a cold room
I’ve crossed the last line
From where I can’t return
Where every step I took in faith
Betrayed me
And led me from my home
And sweet
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give],
Says Sarah McLachlan,
All other ways have failed, I’m gonna try it her way...,
It is, after all, all that I have to give...