Either hot or cold
Up or down
No centre ground
No temperate clime
Sweet or Sour
Here or There
Passion or placid
Love or not
No grey area
No neutral zone
Fast or slow
No sideline
No sitting
On the fence
Good or bad
Rain or shine
No point being
Lukewarm
Or tepid
Or mediocre
Or middle of the road
Because if you’re in the
Middle of the road…
You get hit by cars.
I was feeling a bit down…
(Oh hang on a minute, I’ve just done a post that began that way. No, this is different. Honestly. This isn’t a rehash. I’ll start again. Bear with me please. Ahem…)
I was feeling a bit down and opened up a Star Trek Next Generation Novel, which I bought for a couple of pounds from a local gaming/comic book store.
And got a lovely surprise!
Marina Sertis’ autograph!
She’s one of my favourite actresses on that sci fi series. She plays the character Deanna Troi.
The day just got better!
Who needs beer gardens?
And, as if I’d ever go to a Star Trek convention?
Well, you never know. I am in my autumn years. ( Well maybe late summer. Very late).
One of the sales guys hasn’t seen me for a year because of lockdown, and didn’t recognise me for about 30 minutes. Finally, after studying me for a while, and not getting who I was because of the winter coat, hat, mask and a year of lockdown, clocked the eight Star Trek Next Generation novels, piled up high in my arms.
When the penny dropped, he said in a loud and impassioned voice, ‘Oh, I know who you are now, you’re the Star Trek Lady!’
Lovely man.
It’s a title I joyfully accept.
Lockdown has eased.
There’s a spring
Not just in the air
But in everybody’s step
Because now
We can all go to beer gardens.
It takes so little to make the human being
Happy and content.
If only beer gardens were always the answer
Llike when you give a dog a treat
And they feel they have found
The ultimate happiness.
Let’s flock to beer gardens the nation over
Just because we can.
I’ve avoided them like the plague.
Like the plague of recent times
I’ll take my poison on my own terms
Don’t want to be forced to drink
Just so I can be with people I care about
Then again
I suppose you could always get a tomato juice.
Mechanical bits and bobs turning
But the machine is slowly winding down
Until it stops
And then it will just
Sit in the warehouse
(Like the Ark Of The Covenant
In Indiana Jones)
Just sitting there
Gathering dust
Cobwebs will form
Spiders will make homes
In the little alcoves
Between the smallest cogs
The machine is full of nests
Of other lives
But not its own
A machine doesn’t think
Or have a mind
It becomes a host
To little beating hearts
And things that want to live
When The World Goes Mad
We’ll Still Be Sane
And Still Be The Same
Holding Onto What We Knew
In The Old Days
When Life Was Simple
And Plans Were Few
And Pleasures…Were You.
When The World Goes Mad
It’ll Just Be Me And You
Friend
Lover
Other
Husband
Wife
Pet
It’ll Just Be Me And You
Against The World
We’ll See It Through
When The World Goes Mad
We’ll See It Through
In the Armegeddon
Of Our Emotions
And In The Wilderness
Of Our Wildest Dreams
There Is An Oasis
We Open Our Eyes
And Think…
Oh No, Not Another Dawn!
When We Awake
We Get
The Shock Of Our Life
There’s More To This
There Always Is
It’s About Motivation
And Drive
And Love
Always
Always About Love
That Elusive
And Powerful Force.
We’ll See It Through
Aim to Forgive
(Very Difficult, but worth it)
Hate Less
(Difficult)
Love More
(Hard Work, it has to be said)
But nothing worth having comes easy.
There’s Always
Some Shrapnel
It Can Stay In For Life
And Tends To
Work Its Way In
Deeper
Has anyone seen the ‘cute’ Coca- Cola messages on the back of their limited edition cans? I find them ‘interesting’…
Here are some of the messages:
‘No more excuses
OUR IDEA
is happening.’
———————————–
‘I will never take
US
for granted.’
———————————-
‘I will
BE OPEN
like never before.’
—————————————–
‘I will never
MAKE PLANS
without you
again.’
—————————————-
‘I promise to
DO BETTER
just for you.’
——————————————-
‘What better time for us to
BE BRAVE
Than now?’
‘
I’m facing
My social media phobia
My SMP
Sounds like a political party.
I guess it is, in a way.
It’s a political party
I would never consciously vote for
Yet it always seems to get in with a majority.
Innocence
That precious commodity
Is coveted
Makes people
Spit
With Envy
Makes them
Rage
With Jealousy
Cry
With Frustration
They want
Your downfall
Your suffering
But they don’t have innocence
Will never have it
Have never had it
Can never have it
Innocence is the most coveted
Of all things
If you have it
They will try to take it from you
By force
If necessary
They may succeed
To a point
But only to a point
You will take it back
Get money on the empties
They owe you
Always be owing you
And will pay in full
In the end.
But in the meantime,
Their ‘I OWE YOU’
Is imprinted in their souls.
And they have to pay it back
Sometime
Soon
A Hundred Fold
Can’t forget them
Well then,
Just forgive them
For they know not what they do
Sincerely
Truly
Forgive
Just do it
To free yourself
And you will free everything else up
In your life
And be astounded
By your progress
God will do the rest.
He wants a front row ticket
To my destruction
He’s a broken mirror
Seven years bad luck
But I murdered the feelings inside
Chopped off their heads
They ran around
Like headless chickens for a while
Then dropped down dead.
Things In My Head 