Friday, 30 July 2010

Buried With The Past?

When we were in school we would often use the gate like the one above that leads to the black path and then to the top shops or home. I took this on the way to work and you can see the build up of soil proving that its been unused for many years. Why I'm writing this or expecting anybody to care is not important. What is however, is that I noticed the same things where we all used to play. Children are inside a lot more on the PC or games, and less on bikes and making dens. Maybe the real reason I'm writing this is really to myself..
'Yes, as I'm getting older things seem further behind but my memories are fresh and nostalgic, and that's what makes me grateful for the times I had..and to come.'

Run The Track

It was one week long this song, felt so wrong yet we are forced by hammer and tong. Caged in side by side together we live and together we die. Drills, screws, and plastic that stinks..
'I just seen your sly look of glimpse.'
Peeking with black thunder eyes, Chinese whispers the hours go by. How can we fall behind when we seem so in front, doomed till the bell now we just had a shunt. Moody rain cloud now hovering with a bad feeling BOVERING, whilst anaconda is discussing some rogering. Capricorn one ain't rolling like that he writes down the evidence that looks like a map. Why is it like this? It was peaceful earlier on the line, just us and no them but wait...SUDDENLY trapped in a pen! Are you coming or are you going, your way out of line, you don't know your emotions your spoiling our time. We work and that's all there is, but if you push us like this we will all need a bib. Made to feel angry but you brought the rage, don't think we can't see YOU just changing our page. Good honest folk that's all we are, how can you affect us so near when we keep you so far? Don't trust the vipers just keep to ourselves, we feel betrayed we wind up our mind valves. 'How many to do on this next one? 24?'
Ha your having a laugh, we'll just sit on the floor.
Now the weeks out just do 'yourself' a favour...can you please sort out your jobsworth behaviour!

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

The Martial Artist

The martial artist deflects ego and serves for others as well as them selves, they are unique.
The martial artist treats their bodies with respect yet attack it so it can temper the storm.
The martial artist neglects all shallow challenges as they know better and have been brought up in the mother and father arts of being, and being free from ones self and yet married to ones spirit.
They research other options and freestyle philosophies help them to cross train.
These humans are noble and wise with much learning to come their way, but they are not proud.
Above all they realise their strengths and weaknesses and this humble manner is greater than any trophy.
They wear the belt of completion and ambition.
I realise I am not like any other person because my birth right is that of a martial artist.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Gremlins 3...Stripe!

The rumours are out and Gremlins 3 is in the pipeline, or so we hope. With all the sequels and remakes of late one thing that this fantastic movie has going for it is that there is only 2 movies so far. Personally I would love it to be like the first one with a more dark humorous feel in the Kingston Falls town. Wouldn't it be great if this time around it wasn't Gizmo who spawned the pack but some how the remains of Stripe from part 1...? I strongly feel that Stripe can lead this one in the same light as Chucky as a 1 Gremlin army, but we'll just have to sit tight :)
p.s we 100% need our pal Billy ( Zack) to play hero again!

Monday, 12 July 2010

The World Watches Back

I watched the birds communicating in their own way, the bee's buzzing playfully while working hard on plants. Then the sun began to set, it began it's quest for rest as it's heat marathon had come to an end..for now. I turn to notice the clouds gathering, almost like I had not noticed them before now but I think they was there most of the evening. They move very slightly as the earth turns in orbit fashion, freely as if protecting the roofs of the houses below. The sun seems so much brighter as it is connected to the bottom of the cloud above. For a moment I feel like I am being watched, like I am watching.
A friend taps me on the shoulder. 'You were in a world of your own.'
I turn and smile a thought enters my mind but I fail to share...
'I'm in a world.'