People

The Jesus Poem

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From the stardust twinkling brightly in the finest of our hours,
So it will be too, when we leave our earthly shells behind,
Retreating back into the the universe from where we came,
They say that long ago we even chose our earthly names,
This life mapped out for us, but it's destiny unclaimed,
Choices that we make will carve our each and every day,
And once upon a world ago, he also came to earth this way, 
He walked his destiny the same as many others, too,
And within the past 10,000 years his finest hour drew,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
They say he said so many things and yet, it's hard to tell.
Sometimes I think it was his choice alone to live his personal hell,
A chance to change the world and make a way to speak your mind,
The price he paid was common for the rebels of his time,
And he often spoke about his father hovering above us,
I now think that his 'father' was the star that told of his birth,
Today he lives among the heavens way up in the sky,
Or bouncing between each other heart to heart and eye to eye,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
Words can be so misconstrued, when egos take the stand,
It happened in his day and still goes on in every land,
I do not feel he ever dreamed of 'church' in the same way,
We've twisted it to make it into what it is today.
Manipulation games and condemnation in his name,
Did love of money buy us rights to crown him 'King Of Shame'?
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.

 

 

 

8:51 AM 4/19/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Christianity, politics, people, the universe, life and love, It doesn't have to be complicated. It's really all the same thing.

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Names

A name is a place in space, a point in time, a designation,
It carries so much for us, and yet it is far from who we are,
So strange that a label signifies such weight in the world,
But it would get really confusing if everyone's name were "Star".

 

 

3:36 PM 4/17/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

What's in a name?

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The Frown Syndrome People

Frown Syndrome people are nothing new,
I think they've been here before me or you,
Around and around on the merry-go-round,
They frown if they're white, and they frown if they're brown.

 

They frown in the city, and frown in the town,

When asked to stop frowning,
They will frown at you and say,
"I'll have to stand on my head,
Because this frown won't go away."

 

They will frown in the morning, and they'll frown in the night,
They will frown in the darkness, and frown in the light,
Those Frown Syndrome people, can become quite a sight!
I'm beginning to think that it just is not right!

 

We might smile, and greet them, with gracious 'hellos',
We might bring them some presents in boxes and bows,
We might paint them a smile with pretty pink crayons,
But no matter how pretty, smiles just never stay on!

 

The doctor is eager to give them a pill,
But the frowning comes back when he sends them the bill,
Some say that a hug could help brighten their day,
But the Frown Syndrome people don't like hugs, they say.

 

I think variations in people will be,
Underneath every syndrome we'll find,
If we look with our hearts beauty's easy to see,
What we miss when just using our mind.

 

 

© 2013

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About what people just are... love them anyway.

Flags, Suits, Guns, People

The Suits made a Flag for People

and People like the Flag.

 

The Suits made Guns for People

to kill other People for the Flag.

 

People do it for the Flag

that the Suits made for People.

 

The Suits like People who take the Gun

to kill other People for the Flag.

 

The Suits do not like People who 

do not like the Flag

that the Suits made for People.

 

The Suits hate People who do not like the Suits.

 

People do not like Guns

People like Guns

 

People like the Flag.

 

People that like the Flag do not like people

who do not like the Flag.

 

People that like the Flag do not like people

who do not like the Suits.

 

People that like the Flag and the Suits do 

whatever the Suits tell them for the Flag.

 

People that like the Flag assume the Suits

also like the Flag.

 

The Suits tell all People they like the Flag.

 

The Suits tell People to use Guns to kill other People

for the Flag.

 

The Flag niether likes nor dislikes People or the Suits.

 

The Flag can be replaced with Money.

 

Your Party

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Dreams

I ruined your party,

Your great feast.

You shouldn't have invited me,

It's your own damn fault.

 

You wanted to fight,

So I put on my boxing gloves.

Until you start complaining,

I am hitting you too hard.

 

I ruined your party,

But I ain't telling by what.

One thing I know for sure:

You can't deal with me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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What type of person are you?

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The Rest

I can’t do girls. Or rather, men are so much easier. With men, what you see is mainly and mostly what you get. They don’t put on a face for every occasion and even when they do, that face is mostly transparent. That’s why women jump on inscrutable men. They make the mistake of thinking they must be hugely deep or wonderfully complex, but usually it's a practiced, but not desperately durable act. Those with a complex outside and an equally fascinating inside are truly few and far between.

 

Now women are just harder work. Most of us put on some kind of social facade.  My emotional antenna is far from perfect, but it bugs me how often the words coming out of peoples' mouths and the emotions they broadcast don't match.  Probably why I didn't have many female friends growing up and don't like meeting groups of strangers for the first time.  Too much to process!  People, especially women seem to fall into 3 main types.

 

1. Those who can put on an act, but it's not convincing enough to fool someone for long.

2. Those who put on a damn good act, impress quite a few folk, but still get caught out by astute observers. The more attractive someone is, the more likely they are to succeed in pulling the wool over your eyes.  Relying on willing suspension of disbelief.

3. Those who are incredibly good at being exactly who everyone else wants them to be - so good, you can't spot that it's an act, OR those who can't help being, or decide it's best to be, exactly who they are.  

 

Let me explain more.

 

Type 1. Amateur facade. You know you've found a type 1 if you've had a conversation that never got past the wafer thin superficial.  They will work through “How to greet and interact with other humanoids” 101. Usually expecting their counterpart to follow the same script. From the very start it's pretty obvious if you're "their kind of person”.  You can see various emotions passing behind their eyes like genuine interest, indifference or discomfort.  If you, like me, have an in-bred sense of the socially appropriate, you are likely to play the game.  Keep on trying to react to what their face is saying while you can see their brain doing the “do they belong in my pigeon hole” equation. Not pleasant.  You first grow out of worrying about the lack of a connection with type 1s, then eventually learn to stop wasting your breath having these conversations.  Blame my "nice" upbringing, but I'm not yet able to just cut my losses and walk away from these conversations.  I can often politely sidestep them, but when I can't I end up feeling like I’ve had a bad Chinese e.g. unsatisfied and regretting that’s £10, or in this case 10 minutes of my life I’ll never get back.

 

Type 2. Superstar facade. Can be quite awe inspiring the effort that goes in to pulling off fabulous.  Sometimes I can respect that, but other times it leaves me feeling amused, confused, pissed off or downright icky cos I can spot the trickles of what they're really thinking which seep out round the edges. It takes a true multiple personality or a Negative type 3 (see below) to have no discernable seepage. This type of person will seek out others like them, who reinforce the value of the persona they've created.   Usually gathering type 1s to fawn over them or other type 2s as validating partners in crime. They will suck up to negative type 3s, but run scared from or be disturbed by positive type 3s because they won't indulge any bullshit to protect their visciously enforced social rules.

 

Type 2s are usually high functioning, superficially successful types who will either blossom later into positive type 3s (if we’re lucky) or spend their middle age bemoaning their lost looks, lost potency, invisibility to the opposite sex or inability to hold down a relationship with powerful, interesting partners. The rub for type 2 ladies is that intelligent men, with a smattering of substance and integrity, will almost always take an attractive positive type 3 over a drop dead gorgeous type 2 in the long term. Men, as I’ve already said, are far more straightforward souls. They may like your act, but their bullshit detector will kick in and they may not know why, but they will eventually find themselves eschewing your beautifully maintained body for the slightly droopy woman from next door who sometimes forgets to brush her hair, but has a genuinely comfortable confidence and a devilish, unselfconscious belly laugh.

 

Type 3. So fake they look real or so real they can't fake.  Type 3 comes in 2 flavours. Negative and Positive. For me the labels work as described below, but if you asked a type 2 they would almost certainly swap those positive and negative labels around, because, bless their misguided hearts, they would love to have the kind of unbreakable desirable social facade a negative type 3 can put together.

 

Negative Type 3. Your negative type 3 is actually a very rare beast. So invisibly fake, but fabulous that besotted type 2s can sometimes get a very nasty shock. Behind the shiny but impenetrable negative type 3 mask can lurk some extremely disturbed people. They will never need a type 2 or type 1. They will be amused by them, amuse them and find them of use, but socially able negative type 3s only really love one person...themself.

 

Negative’s are just not who they appear to be, with almost everyone, almost all the time. They usually have one or more personae which are so well developed, polished, complex and layered that no-one except their parents (some of the time) or another type 3 (occasionally) knows what lies beneath. Mental illnesses like paranoid schitzophrenia would be at the dark end of this type 3 continuum, but the nastiest permutation is your full blown sociopath. That’s when negative spills over into dangerous.

 

Regardless of a woman’s place on the Negative type 3 continuum I can’t be around her. I can't stand it. My spidey senses are permanently tingling without any discernable reason why. Enough to send me into committal and lithium land. Having said this, some relatively benign type 3s can end up as lonely souls able to provoke my sympathy. Sometimes having a face for every occasion, being the ultimate social butterfly and being accepted into any group, can mean they lose all sense of their true self.  Eventually overwhelmed by others' expectations.

 

I once knew a male Negative. He was a very close friend and his ability to be all things to all people drove me mad.  It also nearly drove him mad, but not before it helped him become incredibly socially and professionally successful. Eventually, much to my relief, he worked out who he wanted to be, reigned in his high powered life and climbed to the positive side of the type 3 fence.

 

Positive Type 3s.  So now to the finale of this flagrant bit of stereotyping. Positive type 3s. If it never occured to you to be anything but yourself, or you've tried being someone else and can't do it, you're probably one of these.  To expedite a smooth path through life most can do a reliable type 1 act to keep type 1s happy and ensure that type 2s don’t treat them as a threat. They can also do a good enough type 2 to get what they want for short periods of time, but they're never going to keep it up long enough to really settle down in a type 2 or type 1 dominated world. However, unless born, conditioned or traumatised into it they won't be able to pull off Negative type 3 behaviour.

 

I call this type Positive because of the tendency to face life with a huge dose of openness and honesty.  That, by my yardstick is always preferable to the approaches of the other types. That doesn’t mean that all positive type 3s are good. Truely nasty or disturbed people can have an inability to be any other way, but at least it's easy to spot (unlike an invisbly disturbed Negative).  There are also a subset of Type 3s who are just thick. Too stupid or beligerant to behave appropriately for a given audience or situation (think of the kind of people who say "I just speak my mind!" after spouting something incredibly offensive).

 

Beyond that there are the more common subsets of this type.  Confident Positives and Work in Progress Positives, depending on how life treats them growing up.  Confident positives seem to know from an early age that it's ok to be yourself.  That might be down to having at least one Positive type 3 parent, but some kids just seem to pop out that way.  Understanding inately that any social clics with tortuous membership rules are generally not worth joining. Often the pain of social exclusion bites hardest during adolensence, so even if your type 3 takes a while to find their niche, if they find it before they hit teenagerdom, I'd class them as a Confident Positive.  Beginning that tough phase with friends who value  individuality makes a huge difference to the kind of adult that emerges at the other end.  Often they will be folk happy to be alone, but confident in company.  This isn't about looks or intelligence, far from it, these are just people who've found a place in the word that fits them, rather than changing themselves to fit the world.  That predisposes people to being confident and content, which in turn tends to attact other confident happy people.  The phrase "it's what's on the inside that counts" was coined for these folk.  Your nearest Positive might be your check out lady, bin man or that guy in the wheelchair, but what they have in common is an absolute comfort in their own skin and an ability to make you feel totally comfortable in their company.

 

If you fell into the other Positive 3 subset growing up, you probably had a pretty rough time.  Working your ass off to gain entry to the in crowds.  Constantly getting left on the sidelines because you did't look right, dress right or behave in a way that met their acceptance criteria. Often reading between the lines of what everyone else was saying and doubting your sanity because the words and the intentions didn’t seem to match. Realising that popularity is often not worth the price can take a long time.  A hell of a long time if you manage to graft your way to some kind of half assed admission to one of those groups.  You might have spent years telling yourself it was worth it, before recognising how much effort you put in vs the return you got.  It's a real case of "what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger". 

 

The good news is that positive type 3s, both confident ones and ones still working on that, tend to form friendships characterised by honesty, empathy, longevity, lack of judgement and an ability to be apart for good lengths of time, before returning to the same place they left off.  They also tend to gather more friends as they get older, because 1s and 2s often work out pretending is too much like hard work and come over to the less judgemental Positive side of the fence.  You can even get the odd Negative type 3 convert.  Perhaps trauma, love or age reminds them who they really are and what's important.  If that happens, they can often be deeply inspiring and powerful people because they bring the charisma they built to wow folk in their old life and apply it to their true personality.  It's a hell of a battle to embrace averageness, insecurity and human frailty after forging a path through life by being perfect.  But the knocks from that battle can serve to cement an awesome and attractive depth of confidence.

 

So there's my take on the world.  What type of person are you?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Flagrant, coherentish stereotyping. 

My ode to Newtown

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current affairs

Guns don’t kill people, people do
I’m no liar, speak the truth
Think about the statement I make
Think a gun can fire it’self
Your more than half baked

No doubt families are grieving
About Newtown, some seething
That someone decided to fire
On innocent young victims
A whole community in death’s mire

Big love heading from me
And every other lightworker definitely
Big changes coming well soon
Then peace and love will be a boon
Not soon enough for Newtown
And a school full of frowns

And as much as I don’t like guns
Bit gutted that I don’t own one
When everyone wakes up to robbing
Taking place under their noses
There indeed will be more sobbing

The truth is nobody die’s anyway
Just ascends to spirituality
Just cos their physical body is gone
Had their spirits commended to god
Just like Jesus on the cross

No doubt it’s a tragedy
When young lives get taken early
And experts about conspiracy
Would have you think
Newtown’s designed to get
The weapons off people early

Just when a house is armed up
To the hilt, killers are in luck
My brother in laws got guns
But they are in a cabinet
Under lock and key
Newtown would have better luck
POSSIBLY

But even Master Jesus in
The Glostic book of Thomas; doubting
Says you got to fight for
What is truly yours
Else it will be taken definitely
Currently in progress: Daylight robbery

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Altru-Decent-Dollop

There is little that is common in decency.
Shreds are found shared among village or city
but only when plights can be devalued and seen
as an alternate scheme by which we'd receive
bounty. And thus, a true altruistic being
cannot exist simultaneous with needs
unmet, unaddressed, unfulfilled or well-buried
beneath a "real" or projected empathy.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have been watching way, wayyyy too much QI.

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Old photograph in a dusty frame.

An old fashioned faded photograph
in a dusty frame
is sadly all that remains
of a handsome young lad
from the first world war
just after he proudly enlisted
A face now long forgotten
a photo no one wants
thrown away
along with his history
as though he never existed at all
bought on a second hand market stall
for 50 pence just for the frame.

Peter Dome. copyright. 2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How sad to be forgotten.

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