Event Horizon

Event Horizon

They pried from my bent soul
Absent futures that might have been.

Every tear of sorrow
Mingled with blood on the morrow.

A life cut short
Many lives in pieces.

But my land will always be free
Whilst my heart flies in green birds.

Jerusalem will never be yours
And we,

We are the custodians.


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Location:The PRUH, Orpington

Beat the Conservatives on the Nation's doorsteps

Want to win the argument on the Nations doorsteps- 5 poimts to make people think.

Theresa May says that she's the Stromg and Stable Candidate.

But Corbyn has withstood the backstabbing of the Parlimentary Labour Party who still want him to fall on his sword.

And Corbyn has withstood the vilification of the Nations Press.

Corbyn is the Stronger candidate by far.

Theresa May's Government has U-turned on nearly every piece of legislation that Corbyn has challenged her on.
There's not much stability in the Conservative camp.

It might be argued that that only goes to show that she listens, but really all it goes to show that she doesn't do her homework and doesn't think things through- because her U-turns always come last minute.

On the Economy, Theresa May will continue with Austerity.
Do you know what our National Debt is?

Did you know that year on year since 2010 when Cameron and Osborne launched Austerity- the National Debt has continued to grow and looks set to continue until the 2020s...

No new ideas Theresa?

Well Austerity is not working.
If we're saving all that money and still continuing to cut services, then why is the National Debt NOT REDUCING?

Corbyn understands that the way out off the National Debt is not by cutting services, but by helping innovation and wealth creation.

The Tories have taxed us all to the hilt, so much so that wealth creation looks like a bygone era and word.

But Corbyn will ensure that small businesses that are the forefront of innovation will not go under when the Big Boys don't pay them on time. Most do fail not because of poor ideas, but because of rotten and flawed cash flows caused by Big Businesses that they are reliant on for bringing their products to market.

Corbyn wins on the Economy.

Now for the last nail in the Conservative Coffin: BREXIT.

Negotiations are never as simple as THIS IS WHAT I WANT.
It's about understanding what your opponent wants and then ameliorating that and helping for them to get what the want in exchange for what you want.

Sorry to call a spade a spade, but Theresa May is thick.
Apparently the EU negotiator asked some months ago about the number of EU citizens currently residing in the UK.
If that wasn't signal enough about what they want then I don't know what is.

MAY could have then easily said that all EU citizens that currently reside here will need to apply for dual Nationality by a certain deadline. And that would have given her a big negotiating chip.

MAY does not understand negotiation.
But I know that Corbyn can and does listen.

Corbyn is better placed to negotiate us out of the EU in a favourable position.

Now you tell me who is the better PM?

And forget the media, off course they are for the Status Quo and continually misrepresent Corbyn, or worse still don't give his substance air-time.

At least with so much anti-Corbyn media, you should wake up to substance and give the man a chance.

We all know that Thatcher won by repeating a simple formula over and over again.
The problem is that MAY Formula- Strong and Stable- actually points to Corbyn as being the one to win.


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Location:Ringing the Bell

The most effective propaganda is silence.

The most effective propaganda is Silence.

They lie so much and so loudly, building whole citadels. But they only paper over the cracks in their stories.

What lends real credence to their lies is our silence.

Our collective conscience died that night.
That night when you did not pipe up.
For fear.

Fear smothered you better than a pillow ever could.
And like everything, even that fear was built on a lie.

So follow those cracks
Join those dots
And live a little
Laugh in the face of their fear mongering.

Let not your memories of those cracks fade
By your silence
Nor die by them.

Indeed
Silence is the loudest endorsement.


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Location:1984

Son (on his 15th Birthday)

Son,

Enjoy your youth.
It goes so fast.
So long those years

Where days used to last
Like years all to themselves.
When not a care

Tarnished your dreams.
Hang on to those dreams
As long as you can.

Fold them up.
Cary them away.

And in those spare moments,
Which are few and far between,
Unfold those swans and zebras,

Let them roam again.
Down through the savanna,
Roam you once again.

Take your dreams with you.
Never leave them behind.

Love your father and mother.




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Location:Home

Lewishsm Hospital

Lewisham Hospital
Red beard riding his cycle
Up past Lewisham Hospital

So easy to call them other names
Those people, with no place to go

The lost, the driftwood, the twin Sams.
Gathered around that street bench.

What they do there?
Who knows?

Even in the cold of December,
They drift there.

What they do there?
I doubt, they even know.

Them poor lost souls.


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Rudderless Heart

Rudderless Heart.

I read in a shell
And I heard it tell
Of a thunderous clap
Of a crashing wave.

I read in a brow
That furrowed for long
Of a worrisome grew
That was the end,
Of the man that I knew.

I read in the black, steely night,
When the lights were few
And the air was brash
Of monsters living
Beneath the skin of my psyche.

I read in the tart apple crumble
Against the backlash of its sweet custard sea
A mother's love that might surmount
Amy troubles that there might be.

I read in the stain
That pungent stench of gain
That ever lingered about
That would never wash out

A crime of the heart
Blood red, bleeding hot.
Where I would rather lie
Than submit.

And it's this fear that drives me
That my arrogance might blind me.
That my heart might become trash
Not hear
Not see
Nor feel

A reader less heart
Is no heart at all.

Shafees.


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Location:South Sea

Khanata's And

Khanata's And.

Aga sat aghast,
Palm 'f hand, damp
"Khanata, was at last."

The Aga's Papy stark splay angry,
Dynasty at and.
Apax past.

Bara-Bera was the pall-bearer.
Matched by name.
Then afters she changed

Her symmetry name,
She swapped e, sawn a.
Papy was at pain.

Gleary saw past stamps.

Regal Bara-Bera spanned
The bane'd past Khanata
Then she became name'd
as the new Dynasty.
The Bara-Bera Khanate.

END

In our verbal world allowing for full and proper vowelation:

Papy chose Barabara as wife for his regal son, the Aga Khan, because her nominal symmetry was apparent, whilst subtly different. After all true symmetry belonged in the Heavens and not in any earthly domain.

In his dominion and the dominion of his father's, that just off symmetry had been maintained by law on pain of death, that allowed the use of "a" as the only vowel sound that could be used. The ee of y was tolerated as an aberration to be overlooked, and scurried under.

Barabara was the ideal wife for Aga. But there is always a case against being too ideal.

She was loved by the people, the people's queen. Whilst the hereditary power of the Aga appeared to diminish.

Bara-Bera revealed herself and the only Khanata came to an "And" moment. E only just stood equally against A.

Bara-Bera became immortalised in the new Khanate.
Whilst Papy was locked away in a tower with only his regal stamp collection to remind him of those beautiful day, that made him just more bleary eyed.

But the glory of, not his days, but the days of his people would be seen to pass those enshrined in his stamps.

The Aga was confined to the role of puppet to be brought out on show at opportune moments. But once the E was unleashed, who could put that genie back in his bottle?

That he had witnessed the numbering of the days of his Khanata because of an engineered love, that turned into a vile scorn, he would never be allowed to forget.

How many revolutions would it take for the three others to be given free expression?

Location:Xanada