Isn’t it a pity
Now, isn’t it a shame
How we break each other’s hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other’s love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn’t it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we’re all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can’t hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them

Isn’t it a pity
George Harrison
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIbVWNy7HBk

Passed a train full of fools on the way towards the gate. Watched them roll up sleeves, recite anthems, get down on their knees. I just had to look, it was their smile that tore my heart apart. Later that afternoon, sun blaring loud and screams silently weaving in and around the streets, noticed some love scrambling up along the road side waiting for a saviour or two to open up some gates, but by the time night rolled in, it was senseless, too late.

Headed out to nowhere on my way thru a mind, caught a glimpse of solitude swaying around a lost sign, spent a few days trying to convince myself that this was all for real, left for the horizon one hand on the hammer and the other on a wheel.

Passed a train full of fools on the way towards………………………………

Got off, settled in, sang some song that landed on my voice. Was calm when you turned your head and kissed my saddened wounds. Felt the pleasure of your love late, late into the afternoon. Heard someone say, ‘hey, i would like to, but i can’t stay’. The ways of a stranger in times as these lifts one up to the great rewards promised from a cafe down a street, but it’s all in the game, it ends dead, late, just before the gate.

It is a crying shame the way people have been treating each other. The injected against the none, the veiled tearing off the heads of the naked. The believers killing the adverse-believers. How did we get to this? How can family and friends disown others because they refuse to believe in what they believe? How can they smash love against the walls? Have we all gone insane? Really? I used to be able to disagree with your beliefs in jesus, buddha, liberals, laws,  science’s and what have you, but somehow we can’t refuse a jab and sit at the same table, drink from the same glass, enjoy our company in that low evening light getting dark.

We’re excommunicated, it’s obvious, dead to our families, many friends and acquaintances, diseased, deranged, condemned until death. Don’t bullshit us, we can feel it, we ain’t blind, your sweet love stings. So many fake hearts crawling across the glamour of split plastic forked-lips down main streets across the globe. It makes me sick to the core of my reality. It’s all so unreal so unbelievable how this world has turned against itself. I have heard of so many families torn apart. How could a global health organization turn us against one another? How could we let that happen? How did they succeed? In years to come this will be the great hoax that exposed the truth of the depth of the herd as a shallow stream of self indulgent phoney limited lovers. How much more will the hurt have to hurt before real love steps up to the gate, walks thru to say hello in there, hello mate?

Well i still care about you, you can still enter my home, you can still dream thru my windows….you are my brother, my sister as stubborn as we might be, the simple love will survive, you can’t own it, buy it, destroy it. If love depended on our minds, there’d be hardly any love at all. Get back, to where we once belonged.

So possibly some of us will wake up before death comes to drag us away. What is the point in standing up for corporate institutionalized dogma criteria while lifes love is floating by just above these golden sewers of hell. I for one will welcome anyone that wishes to explore that fresh air where the fair hand of caring comes first. There is no perfection here along the shores of this world, wake up, this day is the day where all things possible come alive. Hey, take this sincere embrace and past it along, lets laugh again from the depths of our guts, let’s be the light thru these heavy scenes; they will surely die.

I remember when we were younger and times were simpler, so we thought. I am not totally sure what you thought, now that i know a little of how you are reacting to this new world and the order it is imposing. Oh well, i am not really sure if any of that matters, at all, now. Remember, how we laughed, as if nothing much mattered cept the moment, how music drove right into our souls, the nights walking around doing nothing and talking about something. When the differences seemed less important, something that could pass by, something that would be forgotten. Things are different now. 

It makes me sad at times, as i’m sure it does you. Really blows me away sometimes when i think from somewhere, way out there…….what, we are being crucified for different beliefs in how we handle are bodies health? Wow, let it alone…wow, wish i could but the whole world is jamming jabs into our veins as if it was oxygen, something necessary to survive…it ain’t. Needles full of control and deceit.

How do we get thru this? We can’t even talk about it. I know i have been shunned by most family and friends, i’m not the only one. It’s a world problem now. Dialog seems to be the only way around this awkward curse cast upon our world. Most will not open up to see the possibilities of entanglement, too weird to acknowledge, much simpler to condemn what they consider as absurd, conspiracy hunches and therefore continue to build walls and live within these walls……….but their rooms are turning dark and they’re dragging this beautiful sacred earth into it.

I will continue to walk this road with the friends left with the cobble stone conclusions beneath. ‘This is the way the world dies, not with a bang but with a whimper’…..T.S.Elliot

The hollow men, the slaves in orbit, the weary and down trodden. We are the world, we are the magic in the night, the devastation of day, we are the people, the masked, the obedient, the dreamers, the thinkers, the lovers and haters, we are one divided in tender trembling hearts.

Now that we are used to drastic measures, after the shadows comes the hard dark black. The plan, as i speak will tear your souls apart if you let um, and the hollow minds will suck you in with determined acceptance, and your world will die, not with a bang but with a whimper.

I Won’t Back Down –Jonny Cash…..  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8i5NLyXZdc

Tom Petty version… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G4ustq-kmQ

I can’t even hear the thoughts you think, you’re that far behind.

BIG CHANGES RESTING IN MY HEART – I am so happy today, yesterday. I’m such an idiot, so stupid. I finally figured out facebook. It is like going to your in-laws for dinner or a first date or a job interview or something similar. Never discuss politics, religion or anything you may be quite concerned or obsessed about; don’t ever torture anyones beliefs.. Be polite, compliment often, nothing very serious or loonng, laugh a lot and remember birthdays, celebrations, anniversaries. Be light and if you must be heavy, be certain that you follow the trend, the majority or you will end up being condemned with few words, ostracized, shunned. Trust me newbies and oldies alike, i’ve been through it all. Post cute pictures containing animals, babies, elders, family members; soft edges, little poems. With all that being said, thank you all for your time, you are all so patient, kind, articulate, responsible, caring, honest, forgiving, mindful, faithful, loyal, eloquent, and punctual. I love you all for that more than you may ever know. Gee, i hope i didn’t over do it. ………. it makes it all so easy now, thanks again and again….and yea, again, what a fool i’ve been and an idiot too!

“The Fool On The Hill”

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ’round

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ’round

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ’round

He never listens to them
He knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ’round
Paul & John the Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsRatIMUSu8

writing and images (all old time selfies) by patrick wey

Many more images of interchangeable friends and family and foe here

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
lose, and start again at your beginnings,
never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
‘a woman, my daughter‘