Cloudy outlook

“How cold it’s been,” the papers say,
“and it looks like the same for May.”
How wonderful the trends to know
machines churn out so apropos.

The summer could be cold or warm
as stray percents far from the norm
to change the future for those who
believe that science can come through.

The one is wet the other dry
and faces stare up to the sky
with smiles or grimaces no doubt
as Nature works within, without.

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Pallet of dreams

Image courtesy kanshutters

Grey days politically so drab
Merge with weather inclement
Falling rain and moisture rising
See the share price, not surprising

Mood swings colour life’s intent
Rainbows form as showers pass by
Clouds break once upon a time
Clocks, remorseless, ever chime

Marching on with banners flying
Singing songs from days gone by
Onward to the known tomorrows
Built of memory’s joys and sorrows

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Checkpoint

Calendar day, last but one
Still chance to get those few things done
That can’t wait till a brand New Year
Comes strutting in to raucous cheer

Eve of New Year, now in sight
The partying into the night
Friends, family, all gathered round
With happy laughter, joyful sound

Fireworks galore, shooting high
Some splitting air with shrieking cry
Explosions meant to chase away
Bad spirits that would gladly stay

Quietness abounds, morning breaks
Behind us then the gives and takes
The Young One leads a thoughtful throng
Along that road, one year less long

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Prophesy

This Christmas came and then it went
With lots of money being spent
According to the tabloid press
That enjoys such things to express

Now down we go to a New Year
The days slide by in second gear
As hopes and fears form in the minds
Of all who wish to draw the blinds

Perhaps a Mayan light will shine
Upon some undiscovered shrine
And throw man to the wolves of kind
That then devour his feckless mind

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Blind creation

From the past was born a future
using strands of thoughts inane:
greying fears, transparent notions
binding, merged with tangled pain.
Rising then, it lurched unfettered;
trod the road that lay ahead,
ribbon in the darkness calling,
grinding grit of words long dead.
Onward to those new tomorrows
scattering while on its way
seeds of madness finding nurture
from tears of some yesterday.

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Anxiety

I’m numbed by the scope of betrayal
The insidious patience of those
Who plan our lives to their advantage
With hearts that so long ago froze

If I could of myself avail
The hope that it might just be a dream
That I may awaken each moment
And find my fears flowing down stream

I feel if mankind now should fail
To at last conquer selfish ideals
The past might deliver a future
That really to no one appeals

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Tick tock

Sun and tufted cumuli
Intermittent showers
Pass as I sit here a while
In between the hours

Thoughts creep from their hiding place
Forged in days gone by
Memories both happy, sad
Bring in turn a sigh

Time no friend to he who waits
Or to he who toils
With its clocks, their ticks and tocks
Springs as snakes in coils

Onwards, ever onwards wend
Through the ages lent
Following dreams, each his own
Till their worth is spent

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Stalemate

What to make of threats that glower
behind the masks of those in power.
Should enmity like autumn leaves
not fall when truth no more deceives?

What to make of freedoms ebb
within the walls of World Wide Web.
Should shrieks of fools slam tight the door
to honest query from the floor?

What to make of those who blind
the eyes of youth, so unconfined,
to aid the past limp on to be
a future of hypocrisy.

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Road to nowhere

A failing president it seems
Is dangerous to great extremes
As those behind bewitched by power
Plot ways to sweeten what’s grown sour
They must create events, of course
That urge a rapid show of force
Attacks upon the native soil
That guarantee the blood will boil
In those unpleasantly impressed
Are rated highly if not best

A danger thwarted overseas
That could have brought all to their knees
Is with a media loyal and true
Sold as a worthwhile thing to do
And loss of life so far away
Can these days people hardly sway
Who educated by TV
See violence a necessity
To keep them safe from ill intent
Of those who hate through discontent

One world, one government, just one
To rule when power and greed have won
That will at last bring peace and rest
To those who then will be oppressed
While freedom’s champions must hide
As outcasts others will deride
And persecute if daring to
Express a wayward point of view
It sounds familiar – a cliché
That’s being born, now, here, today

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Descent

Whom and what to believe

Two towers and then a building fall
Events that shock and most appal
Ten years of doubts and thoughts that chill
The plaintive cries unanswered still

A world divided, faith revealed
As hatred deep no more concealed,
By those it seems with much to gain
From unrest, hardship, death and pain

An age of terror born of fear
Where freedom ebbs more year by year
The fight against the final foe
Unbeatable — most apropos

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Future that was

I thought I was living in paradise
Too young to interpret their ways
The madness that hid behind smiling eyes
Went unseen till much later days

When filtered by a seeming roll of dice
I found a way to earn a wage
And in the free hours I tried to surmise
The cause for an internal rage

So here I am living in wonderland
Not that of those stories of old
But one filled though somehow an emptiness
Where warmth is the servant of cold

Now gone are the nightmares of loneliness
Though I must needs travel alone
A ghost midst the laughter of selfishness
And tears that so often are sown

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Trend watching

The pace and vigour of increasing political corruption leaves little room for social optimism

Relentlessly they forge ahead
with plans to rule the world or bust,
big bankers, and their cronies all
ensnared to satisfy their lust.

Big money talks and silence pays;
obedience assured through power.
The madness there for all to see
is growing with each passing hour.

With history written long before
events unfold that tell the tale,
the piper plays to listening ears
of those not deemed “too big to fail”.

Scare tactics are their favourite ploy
with terror threats as number one,
then war and economic strife
and climate change without the sun.

What must be done to turn the tide?
Awareness brings the truth to light.
More voices raised can tip the scales,
make freedom’s flame again burn bright.

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Protected species

The invisible prison walls are materialising

Safe in that prison behind locks and bars
Enjoying the freedom, no more threats or scars
The warder protects me from life’s so cruel ways
As long as I’m willing to do as he says

Grey walls and windows high let in pale light
Dreams of the sun and moon come in the night
Memories of yesterdays hope no more bring
Feelings that filled my heart no more do cling

Happy to be alive though now alone
No use to dwell on doubts, no use to moan
“Things could be worse” is the thought that provides
Some peace of mind to the one who still hides

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Overexposed

More and more people in Europe are catching on to the truth about the financial hardships and the role of politicians and big business

Once again they must pay, the downtrodden of Greece,
while the rich just get richer
as all that is worthy is sold off to those
greedy banks, corporations, unless protest grows.

All within the EU, do you see what’s afoot,
as most leaders kowtow to
the “Too big to fall” while indifferent to those
who are losing on all fronts and taking the blows?

Wakey-wakey, it’s time to show them how you feel,
that there’s no more protection
from their long transgressions of laws made for those
who resort still to crime before some they’ll expose.

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The Unwanted

No place to go and no place to stay

I don’t think we’re supposed
To leave this planet Earth
Which is bad news for her I must say
Look around at the others
That hurl round the sun
And admit that it does seem that way

Atmospheres are too thin
Or too thick, or not right
Being poisonous for us to inhale
And with temperatures showing
Too hot or too cold
They would make us quite soon look so pale

Trying to live as on Earth
In domes built to protect
Going out in suits with air supply
The prolonged isolation
From all that is home
Might pose dangers that none can deny

Far away there could be
A world round some faint star
That resembles the Earth to a tee
But with so many light-years
To travel across
Generations would pass just to see

Some would engineer worlds
Change their structures at will
Sure that things would not get out of hand
I’d stand really far back when
That weapon they fire
Never mind how well tested and planned

So it’s sad news for Earth
It seems we’re here to stay
To pollute and destroy as we like
Until Nature decides that
She has had enough
And we humans can then take a hike

Note:
Of course, this can never be the whole story. Man might conquer other worlds, somehow, someday. He might even learn and change his ways. Pigs might fly.

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Another year

The yearly meeting of the Bilderberg elite group is taking place now in Switzerland. If you think it’s just an innocent get-together then think again.

They’re meeting again those elite few
The state of the world to debate
St. Moritz in Switzerland hosts them
These who with their power would dictate

Behind closed doors they will be plotting
And wining and dining in style
We people are pawns on their chessboard
A game they’ve been playing a while

Discussions informal and secret
Are held to decide what to do
To maintain their grip on a future
Not bright for the likes of we two

You think they might have good intentions
Well, look at the world we live in
If these people loved peace and freedom
Why are there now wars none can win?

Read Charlie Skelton’s blog for background information and happenings in Switzerland

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Human equation

Is there a connection?

If you’re reading this, then the world still hasn’t ended. I understand Mr Camping won’t be available for comment for some time due to unforeseen circumstances.
This week the local supermarket has reduced the price of 100 products to 1 euro — perhaps to celebrate the above.
Another eruption has taken place in Iceland, with the wind luckily blowing its excreta in the direction of Greenland according to relieved aviation sources in Europe.
A prominent member of the elite has been arrested for groping a hotel maid. They think they can get their hands on anything these days.
Carbon dioxide is still public enemy number one, which those in power are going to save us from for a large fee — don’t hold your breath.
Big bankers and their loyal politicians are still actively engaged in destroying national economies, even to the extent of putting their own wealth and reputations at risk, with the suffering people no doubt viewed as collateral damage. Even Keynes might be turning in his grave.
Obama’s still having a rough time getting his speeches right.
Lady Gaga has dethroned Oprah, which seems to me a good move.
The US and its allies continue on the path to bankruptcy in order to maintain, protect, and expand their empire abroad in the name of fighting terror, causing the number of terrorists to increase, which requires expanding even further their empire abroad …. Of course, this is an ideal situation for the industrial/military complex, at least in the short term.
I may have got it wrong, but it seems the British Queen has been banned from visiting Northern Ireland in the future for refusing a pint of Guinness.
According to the alternative media, 2012 promises to be an exceptionally eventful year even if the Maya’s predictions prove to be a bit out.

I feel the answer to my first question must be yes if at some level we still function as a race, though the equations governing human society would appear to have reached a complexity that even Mother Nature has difficulty working with.
I admit to feeling the chill of a Mayan seer looking over my shoulder and smiling.

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Exposure

Cracks are appearing in the defensive walls hiding those who would use tyranny to rule the world

Their house of cards is falling
Prepare for breaking news
Their web of lies unravels
Soon they will pay their dues

The gun barrels are turning
Fear sown they now must reap
The light of truth is blinding
To those who wake from sleep

A bloodless revolution
A turning of the wheel
The stillborn child awakens
Its power they soon will feel

A new age now is dawning
The wind of change will blow
And bring fresh rains of wisdom
From which new life may grow

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Wind up

A dry wind blowing tears new leaves
from trees and shakes till petals fall.
It raises moisture from the soil
and pollen clouds that cover all.

A cold wind blowing lifts our wealth
and spreads it out among the rich.
Their lust for power will be denied
when barren money crops have died.

The drought could last a hundred years:
hard times for slaves of greed and hate.
The rain of reason now must fall
to bring new growth and clean the slate

In his latest article, independent financial expert Bob Chapman sums up the world’s grim financial situation

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Just rewards

Slight headache burning on the right
disturbed the sleep, made long the night,
but as the paper’s headlines show,
my headache’s nought as headaches go.

And I can take a pill to ease
the pain and something for the sneeze,
but lots who ache from fear that chills
have only gods to cure their ills.

Those who desire to kill and fight
with nightmares born of wealth and might,
the lives of others to control
are part of sorrow, of the whole.

The hopes for lasting peace seem flown;
what now awaits is quite unknown.
Perhaps something is still concerned
enough to grant what’s hardly earned.

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