The world is but a fragile sphere floating in the endless black sea of space
More fragile than the thinnest glass when it has been knocked out of place
Yet within this fragile sphere of ours, we are set spinning into space
With no inclination of how we float, we just do and in such grace
Every mortal life is precious
Every mortal life unique
Every mortal life is special and their life’s end is always bleak
Yet we keep on spinning, in the airless space
We keep on turning with such gentle grace
And we keep on believing
That we know nothing of what we are
Yet we keep on invading
Shouting truth to justify our war
And we sometimes die for nothing
But some they die in just
And some they keep on believing
Because they simply must
That there is meaning to all of this
This fragility in which we live
But no one has an answer
No one has one to give
So we keep on spinning, up there in the blackened space
We keep on hoping that our life will not be erased
And we keep on dreaming of things we do not understand
And we keep on searching, because that’s the way of man
I am floundering in a world that’s diverse
But the diversity is a mess
People hate each other even at their best
No one realises that they are the same
No one sees the similarities
It hurts my brain
I know religions and I study them all well
I follow none, on me; they do not cast their spell
But many are enchanted by their promises and their hopes
But I do not follow them; I see it worse than dope
And many do attack me, for my flimsy and secular ways
They think I don’t believe in god and that he creates
But I do, but I won’t name god and I won’t give him a sex
I do not know if they are male or female and I don’t know if our behaviour they even check
Do they care about our ways, whether we are good or if we’re bad?
Do they think there’s a code to life we must follow to be glad?
I don’t know and neither do you, so why do you follow texts?
Texts that are written by other men to control their nations via pretext
Oh I see the spell that you are under
I see it all too clear
But to tell you all, you won’t have it
At me you will snipe and jeer
Yet you will kill for your god and your ways
Though your texts they tell you don’t
You do so anyway because…?
You know not do you? You don’t!
So tell me why you’re so enchanted, when religion causes war?
When your own texts tell you not to and you do so because the law…
Why do you stand for murder when your beliefs are threatened so?
Why do you argue with your brother because he is different? Lo…
Can’t you see the mess you’re in? Can’t you see the spell?
Can’t you see it’s not just you, but other beliefs as well?
It is better not to label oneself, for the good of all mankind
It is better to live together in peace, be good and happy and kind
Keep away from the toxic faiths that turn you from other men
Turn away from those paths and then…
You will see such happy times, of peace and love and compassion
You will know then what heaven is, if you forget your violent passions
You cannot be a good spirit, if your heart is full of hate
You need to think another way, do not be afraid to cross that gate
I think you will see it is a blessed life, when you turn your hate into love
I think this is what you need to do to follow the path of the dove
I have signed up for the RSPB bird identification survey, it’s meant to be done this weekend but yesterday I forgot and today the world outside seems devoid of birdlife except for one pigeon that’s sitting on the spinney.
We bought a bird feeder yesterday and hung it in our lilac bush in the front garden because the most comfortable place to watch birdlife from our house is the living room. Despite the berry bushes we have in the back garden, berberis, blackberry, hawthorn and holly. Thing is, the dining room is in my opinion the most dismal, cold and uncomfortable room in the house and it’s always dark!
We get all day sun in the living room and the front bedrooms, so cooking in the kitchen and being in the dining room is usually best avoided by me. Which is quite funny when you look at it from my past perspective – as a teenager I was nicknamed the vampire as I would literally shut myself away on a sunny day and dress in black! Now here I am nearly 35 and I am chasing the sun!
Talking of vampires, I am absolutely in love with Damon Salvatore’s eyes. If you don’t know who Damon Salvatore is, he is a vampire character from a television series called ‘The Vampire Diaries’, a program of which I have been trying to watch back to back since November.
Though I am no longer seriously gothic, I still have a passion for vampires. I love vampires, vampires are my life – I love reading about them, learning about the mythology, watching movies or programs with them in it – I love gothic art, especially by artists such as Anne Stokes and I buy anything I can that is gothic. I do not like skulls or skeletons though, or anything depicting eyeballs, unless of course it’s the lucky protective charm of the evil eye or the eye of Horus, because they protect you from evil.
Anyway, getting back to the birds – I suppose I will have to do this survey tomorrow, the birds don’t seem active. I’ve been sitting around since 1pm looking for them, it’s cloudy, dark, rainy, and misty, with signs of fog – I don’t think they’re interested in the rosehips and seeds in the front garden today. We have a lot of seeds in the garden, natural ones – like nigella and aquilegias, whether they eat those or not, I haven’t a clue, but we have some shop bought seeds for them in a feeder.
The winter is born
It brings death to the year
Some people cry
Others they cheer
But they all call out
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Inktober Snowman – copyright Tina Cousins 2016
Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun
One of my most favourite songs for the imagination at Christmastime is “Marshmallow World” lyrics written by Carl Sigman, the music by Peter DeRose and was a hit sung by Bing Crosby in 1949.
It captured me with the descriptions of landscapes of snow being of marshmallows, whipped cream and sugar. I often wonder if that is where Roald Dahl got his inspiration for Willy Wonka from; it isn’t very difficult to see why.
I myself have often seen in my mind similar landscapes for a certain story I love writing. Though I am not too happy about getting that particular story published as to me it is just overly descriptive with no real plot, though I often thought about making a story based around an Easter world.
I have been watching Vampire Diaries season one this week, I have just finished episode fourteen and I have to say, I am a little disappointed with the lack of vampire loyalty in the plot. Vampires seem to kill more vampires than they do people in this show and I have to ask, what is that all about? From what I know of vampires if they are not solitary creatures they are pack animals and I think that the writers here had a hard time trying to decide which type of vampire they wanted to write about. It is like they cannot decide whether they want a solitary vampire, a vampire twosome that has run away from the pack, or a pack style vampire story.
That’s my observation so far with the series.
Another observation is this, when are we going to get a TV series that concentrates purely on vampires rather than mortal/vampire romances and also throwing in werewolves, witches and other things into the equation too? When is this going to happen? When are we going to get a TV series where vampires have vampire relationships and there are no other supernatural beings but them?
I am waiting on that…