wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

There hasn't been any word of the ones who went away, Letters didnt arrive like had been expected. Whispers on the wind. Echoes bound off a vast mountain, Who's roots hadnt really so much to explore - Yet deepened, and fastened, holding on. Old wives tales; from marauding tiger to kingdom come We haven't heard enough to understand what we say. Ideas hadn't had time to become realised, Shadows in the cave. Fading world is a crumbled dream, Who's images werent captured in any sense of the word - But remembered, unforgotten, reassured. There's one of the ones who's been fooled - Fooled into thinking it's easy to unexist. Reasoned to a wish that all turns to dust - And blows away. To immateriality... Now, in dream's essence the spirit has always been, Since blown into the mould and held in esteem, And holding to account it's own peurile promise - A Just action. Your own doings are wrong. And forgotten naivetes emerge and solidify. A script already w...

if one were inclined, it would be folly, though never undermined, to live and unwind, to forget the end of time, and to be lost in that untold misery of the blind, unseeing, and unhearing, and never wanting to know any more a blot on the landscape, ever-growing, ever bored never knowing what you're here for knowing only that you are you, and that's all no matter what you want, we're enthralled all for you, and other is trampled upon worship you, you are the one. but only you know your weakness and low esteem they'll never trample on your dreams because you never acknowledge their right to be they're nothing but followers, uneasy so the darkness has long since taken hold you're too old, your soul has been sold and there's no chance to turn back anyway. you've exceeded the bounds a hundred-fold cant regret, abused times have flown away. there comes a time, eternity, where always is your ever-more death comes once, but then life only begins, and death no mo...

Whatever happened to that energy? That Father Ted 'I could convert gays' -esque energy. Was it naive, and has realism set in - or is it just creeping apathy? The world is full of 'ethical hunger' (so says some English cardinal on BBC), and at the same time has numerous aggressive atheists/secularists peddling their wares. They're convinced that 'religion' was created by humankind as a means of societal control, and cling to some faux-rationalism of probabilities - moving from God probably exists, to God probably doesnt exist, to God doesnt exist. What an illogical statement! If God didnt exist then there wouldnt be a subject for that predicate.. i.e. if He didnt exist then no-one would be spending time trying to prove He didnt, because there wouldnt be a He in the first place. Ill-logic. Yes, it is a sickness - possibly (and now academically termed) ' affluenza ', where the world's stuck in a middle-age 'big fish eats the little ones' wo...

i had a good chat with a nice egyptian man, who does odd-jobs around the mosque. previously we hadn't talked much cos i was not in an understanding mood - plus, if you've ever talked to an egyptian in his language (a warped version of arabic) then you'd know what i was talking about. well, it was after friday prayer, on a lovely sunny day, and we'd gathered at the little tea-stall that the prayer-caller's brother owns, and drinking something called sahlab - which is milk-based, and really sweet, with cinnamon powder and coconut flakes, and i got to chatting this guy. we chatted about farming, and the differences invloved in irish and egyptian farming, and i was surprised at my own ability to speak on those topics - it being such a long time since i've done anything remotely resembling farming, but the more i spoke the more it came flooding back. those old roots don't die - merely hibernate, ready to be revived. the farmer is close to the earth, and far from...