Belief

For  as long as I remember I have looked around at the world and have just not got what it is all about.
Not understanding what motivates those around me, not getting what makes people get up in the morning.
We live in a society that doesn't like us asking these types of questions but I have asked those questions for as long as I can remember.
Victor Frankel wrote that man searches for meaning, but in the end each person must find they're own reason for getting up in the morning, for some it might be the love of others, for some maybe making money , or maybe just causing trouble.
I just wonder what motivates all of us and the reasons behind that motivation..
What makes all of us get up in the morning ?
Maybe doing a degree means that I spend to much time alone thinking, writers explore they're own dark inner places for inspiration. The results sometimes mean dark questions get asked, dark places get explored.
But seeing this in others as well means that when those wobble at the very least we can understand.
I guess that we all have to find the meaning ourselves.
The world doesn't make sense, but at least maybe we can help those who are also asking the same question.
Thanks for reading the ramble .. back to the normal on the next blog

What is going on ?

Whilst waking up at 5 am this morning I was listening to a statistic that as a country we are almost bankrupt , there is no more money in the Kitty, an aging population and economic stagnation mean that we as a country are very much in the decline. For the first time in a long time the legacy that faces are children is at best barely going to reach close to the standard of living that we have come to expect.
In fact it looks like the level austerity that they will or could face is is going to mean that everyone's levels of expectation will have to be reduced in many far ranging ways.
Ok I might be more than a little pessimistic about this, but we live in a country that dose not produce very much , manufacturing is now less than 13% we can not have an economy that produces nothing.
We must start thinking less global and more local, we must try to start living in a less throw away society.
Travel will become more expensive, in many ways this will mean steps backwards , but we will create a skills base again, people will be expect things to last longer, become repairable, instead of throw away and replace.
Ok I rant , but when I look at the world I wonder what is going on and whilst I would have loved to have had kids, I'm glad that I do not , as I would feel ashamed of the world that we have created for them.

Why ?

Why ?

Why?

Three simple letters so it seems

But

I am afraid it’s a little more complicated than that

Why?

See what I mean

But

What could I do?

Why?

Well once you ask the question

But

Then no answer can give the peace so sought

Why?

Always to be apart

But

Never to understand world around

Why?

I ask can I not believe in anything at all?

But

I still walk as a shadow in a world of colour

Why?

 Stuck between two worlds

But

What do mean?

Why?

Nothing at all

But

I face it all with now with steely eyed gaze.

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Machine

Silent machine  

Seemingly resting

Gathering dust for the first time in so long

It been said that we are defined

Only by our relationship to the modes of production

But now those machines are silent

Skill men out of work

Facing an unsure future

The loss of status

Tearing the inner person apart

Still the  machines stay silent 

 The man turns his gaze outward

Searching for a new meaning to his life

Now his skills are out of date.

Poem for St Perrans day

An alien landscape

Endless shifting

Fighting against

Wind blowing

People walk into the dunes

Tiny grains moving

Footsteps crossing again

Where once they walked to a little church

Hidden for many years amongst the shifting sands

Celebrating the place where Cornwall’s patron saint was said to land.

 Blue sky with speeded up  clouds crossing  

The landscape moving as it dose

Hiding those secrets once again 

Reminding us

That it is pointless to stand against the sands of time in the dunes of life.

For this is something that we must all face.

Jacket

Black Leather jacket

Oily hands

Long hair

Dirty clothes

I might be clean

But how would you know ?

Seemingly a scruffy man on the road to hell

But deep inside

A gentle soul resides

Creative, sensitive to point where so much hurts

Only the leather jacket holds me together

A modern Frankenstein’s monster

But with no maker

To ask what is the answer

No one to blame

No one to explain

No one at all

To help find the answers to it all

No way to face the unknowns of life.