“Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks”…

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Time doesn’t heal,
it just helps us forget…

As our memories fade,
blurring our regrets…

Nature’s own sedative,
seeps into our veins…

On mission to destroy and
slowly send us insane…

Then leaves us looking,
at old eyes in a mirror…

The stranger staring back,
who can’t quite remember…

Who on earth are we,
what have we done…

The hearts we’ve broken,
in the midst of distractive fun…

Or the ones we loved,
who were then taken away…

Under the illusion given,
we’ll meet again someday…

As we progress on our journey,
from young through to old…

Always trying to understand,
seldom doing as we’re told…

Making so many mistakes,
hoping no one’s keeping score…

Learning the harsh lessons,
Whilst making more and more…

Counting all our evil sins,
carrying all of our scars…

As we stumble through life,
following a path to the stars…

Hoping time will heal us,
yet never becoming wise…

Still believing the fairy stories,
still falling for all the lies…

Until one day it’s over and
we come face to face with death…

And time just keeps on ticking,
long after we take our final breath…

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“But I was a fool, playing by the rules”…

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Do you really feel better…

Now the fighting’s begun…

Getting your own way…

Thinking that you’ve won…

As you casually sit there…

Firing all your bullets…

Aiming straight and true…

And right for the gullet…

Taking no prisoners…

To ensure your victory…

Then holding the trophy aloft…

For all the world to see…

Did you take sick pleasure…

In watching all the pain…

Which you have inflicted…

Is that what you gained…

In this whole fucking affair…

That crushed others souls…

Sucked the light from them…

Leaving them dark and cold…

Did a sense of enjoyment…

Ignite your fucked up eyes…

Deflecting the real truth…

Whilst hiding all your lies…

Because inside you know…

Any victory is so hollow…

And with no sense of pride…

It’s a bitter pill to swallow…

As those voices keep talking…

Dancing round in your head…

They won’t leave you alone…

Filling you with a dread…

That haunts all your days…

And all of your thoughts…

Where you can’t face the facts…

Forgetting all you were taught…

But whilst you may feel better…

By thoughts that you have won…

Don’t think that this is over…

Because the war’s only just begun…

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“Confusion that never stops, the closing walls and ticking clocks”…

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Tick… Tick… Tick…
Tock… Tock… Tock…
Can’t switch it off…
That internal clock…

Each passing second…
Minutes becoming hours…
It’s a one way journey…
Ending in wreaths and flowers…

And a simple box…
That carries your bones…
Not your spirit, which…
Like time will have flown…

It’s an omnipresent…
And always on our minds…
Can’t ignore the fucking punchline…
Life’s joke is so unkind…

It gives us a lifetime…
Of thoughts, hopes and dreams…
Then rips them away…
In our bodies’ final scream…

We are born just to die…
In between belongs to us…
But restrained by a system…
With no freedom and no trust…

Where actions aren’t our own…
But someone else’s history…
Everything we say and do…
Has already been…

We are a version of each other…
A mirror of Human’s passed…
All the mistakes we make…
Are replays of the past…

Our thoughts and our emotions…
The sum of what we’re taught…
Are embedded in our psyche…
With premeditated thought…

We’re told what to believe…
And how we all should think…
What is right and what is wrong…
Which God’s blood to drink…

Because life is only half…
Of what we think we see…
Everything else is what…
We’re force fed to believe…

As we edge closer to our grave…
Seconds, minutes, hours, days…
Don’t try to fool yourselves…
It will always remain that way…

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“We may lose and we may win”…

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So, in the midst of a busy week that has thrown up more questions than answers on a personal matter, this blog was nominated for an award. Nominated twice actually, which really made me smile and was quite humbling.

It is not the first time; you may remember that previously, the lovely Nina from http://wordsthatflowlikewater.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/inspiring-the-very-inspiring-blogger-award/  Nominated this blog for the “Very Inspiring Blog” award – which was really nice of her.

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This achievement has now been followed up by both Richard from http://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ and Christine from http://crissyb315.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ nominating this blog for the “Versatile blogger award”.  Which again, is really nice and I am truly humbled.

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Both these awards come with things that need to be done and I have to admit, I am pretty poor at these – however, the fact that these awards come from wordpress peers does mean a lot and whilst I have little of interest about myself to do any sort of list, I do feel the need to spread the word of others blogs.

The below are 10 blogs that I read and follow – and I would encourage you to try them out for size – these are just a snapshot as I follow a huge amount – so if your blog isn’t below, it is not reflection on you – more an opportunity.

Please leave a comment and let people know where they can find you – this could be an opportunity for all of us to build up our wordpress base? Not sure if this will even work, but don’t be shy – we all want to be read – even if we do not think what we produce is worth reading!

So, here is a snapshot in addition to the 3 above and in no order:

http://stevehi312.wordpress.com/

http://helenvalentina.com/

http://shakeyourtailfeathers.wordpress.com/

http://busymindthinking.com/

http://kwicksand.wordpress.com/

http://apurvakj.wordpress.com/

http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/

http://thedrugstorenotebook.co/

http://randomblurting.wordpress.com

https://morganlefaysblog.wordpress.com/

So, a song to leave this ramble – I watched an Eagles documentary last night and really enjoyed it, so have a few tunes floating round in my head – this one is a message for the weekend – “Take it easy” – no more words needed – well, unless you wish to comment!

Enjoy

“His woman threw him out in the ice and snow”…

Glastonbury.

* This ramble begins with a heads up – we are all big boys and girls I know, but the youtube link today contains explicit lyrics – please be aware before you click play!

So, there I was, laptop ready and earphones plugged in on a Sunday night and I was transported to Glastonbury thanks to the BBC online facility. Yet I felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness wash over me. Let me try explain, for those who don’t know, Glastonbury is one of the UK’s leading music festivals, but honestly, it is so much more. You can’t really go for the day, for this festival, you have to invest time, money and emotion to really get the best out of it – I have had the good fortune to attend twice, both times arriving on the Thursday morning and leaving on the following Monday afternoon.

My first time was 2004 with friends. I twisted arms and begged them to go and they gave in. Sadly, I got more from the experience than they did, which led to me going solo on the second occasion. Both times were very similar in one respect, in that I arrived to great sunshine, I didn’t take wellies (waterproof boots) and both times, the heavens opened and it just became a total mud bath. Not too much fun when you are wearing a pair of ADIDAS Sambas – schoolboy error on my part, but it didn’t overly detract from the experience, but at the same time, lessons were finally and belatedly learned.

I will never forget the first sight of the “tent city” that lay before me when I entered that first Thursday morning. It really was just awe inspiring. We were lucky to get a great place to pitch tent and from then, it was a vodka fuelled journey into the total unknown. I had heard all the stories, but experiencing it myself for the first time was like an awakening. For the first night, we hung round as a group, but Glastonbury is so big and diverse that we soon parted; only meeting up at certain points to compare notes about what we had seen and what bands we had heard.

So many stalls, events, smells, sights, sounds, it can be quite overwhelming. But it’s at night fall that the place takes on a mystical cloak. The areas within the camp light up and begin to both enchant and entrance you. Nowhere more so than Shangri-La – though I am sure it was called “GlasVegas” back then. For those of you that want to find out more- click here .From a music perspective, I think that first one I went to saw Oasis, Muse, Paul McCartney, Snow Patrol, Franz Ferdinand and The Killers amongst a host of others. I remember being so afraid at first to be within such huge crowds, especially for the headline acts, but soon became accustomed to it.

On my second visit in 2005, I was alone. I couldn’t get anyone to come with me and I did try, but was secretly pleased at the end result. It gave me freedom and wings. It let me do what I wanted, when I wanted and that is really the best way to see Glastonbury. There is a story to tell from my second adventure that included Pete Docherty, Kate Moss, Glenn Tilbrook and a missing mobile phone, but I will save that to some other point in time. It was daft at the time, but looking back, possibly one of those “you had to be there” tales. Again, the rain came, though this time I did queue for boots, only to find they had none in my size once I reached the front! So it was another soggy and muddy trip.

Musically this was much better; The White Stripes were on top form. The Killers had really grown from the last time I saw them and Coldplay – the parts of them I saw – were really good. But it was the other aspects that made the trip better second time. I was more comfortable walking around. I was more daring as to where I went and who I spoke to. I found peace surrounded by all manner of people at midnight in a field overlooking the whole thing and I learned much more about myself in 4 days than I could in a longer time frame anywhere else.

I keep committing to go back, but I keep failing. Money issues, time off work issues, child care issues, all seem to spring up at the wrong time – let alone the hoops you have to jump through to get hold of tickets and then the cost. So now, I watch on TV or online. It’s comfortable, but it’s not the same and the same sadness I felt watching my beloved Crowded House light up Glastonbury in 2008, I felt watching Nick Cave tear up the Pyramid Stage on Sunday night.

However, it has strengthened my resolve, so look out Glastonbury 2014 – One way or another, I’m coming back for visit number 3! Thanks for sticking by another ramble and you are rewarded with the explicit “Stagger Lee” which is spellbinding. It also contains the most surreal moment I think I have seen at a gig, see for yourself and let me know your thoughts on the mystical “Girl in White” near the end – a lucky lass or an amazingly executed plant!

Enjoy

“And I know I was wrong”…

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Sparks of passion…
Sparks of purest lust…
I must ignore this, I must, I must…

Sparks of fury…
Sparks of deep dark thunder…
The lightning strike revealed her intense wonder…

Sparks of innocence…
Sparks of all humanity…
She clouds my judgement, I simply cannot see…

Sparks of attraction…
Sparks of live electricity…
Can’t describe the feeling she sends through me…

Sparks of creation…
Sparks of the ignored…
This type of emotion should really be outlawed…

Sparks of guilt…
Sparks of downright shame…
I get so weak when I hear her name…

Sparks of conflict…
Sparks of a bitter war…
I want to pin her up, I want to kiss her against a wall…

Sparks of darkness…
Sparks of brilliant white light…
Got to keep these desires locked way out of sight…

Sparks of life…
Sparks of humble hope…
Beginning to end, she had me on the ropes…

Sparks of genius…
Sparks of the lock and key…
There is no end to my insanity…

Sparks of Earth…
Sparks of cumbersome eloquence…
My Human weakness is really no defence…

Sparks of death…
Sparks of burning fire…
Hell’s flames keep reaching higher and higher…

Sparks of understanding…
Sparks of utter confusion…
Is this fantasy one big fucking illusion…

Sparks of passion…
Sparks of purest lust…
Don’t trust, Mistrust, Don’t trust…

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