This world is all that we have
War, famine, petulance
Death. The horsemen are here.
22 Nov 2015 9 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Apocalypse, four horsemen, HAIKU
This world is all that we have
War, famine, petulance
Death. The horsemen are here.
22 Nov 2015 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: All the evil and ills of the world, Song Lyric Sunday
This is part of Song Lyric Sunday
This week after still no let up in Horror and Terror ! I am posting Still by Alanis Morissette. The words speak for themselves, as does the video and I make no apologies for either lyrics or images . I can only add that we need more love and now.
“Still”
I am your joy and your regret.
I am your fury and your elation.
I am your yearning and your sweat.
I am your faithless and your religion.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
Haaaaaaaaahh
I see you averting your glances.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you altering history.
I see you abusing the land.
I see you, your selective amnesia,
I love you still.
And I love you still.
I am your tragedy and your fortune.
I am your crisis and delight.
I am your profits and your prophets.
I am your art, I am your vice.
I am your death and your decisions.
I am your passion and your plight.
I am your sickness and convalescence.
I am your weapons and your light.
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other,
And I love you still.
And I love you still.
Haaaaaaaahh
I see you holding your grudges.
I see you gunning them down.
I see you silencing your sisters,
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you lie to your country.
I see you forcing them out.
I see you blaming each other.
I love you still.
I love you still.
I see you.
Writer(s): Alanis Morissette, Joel Shearer
Helen at This thing called life one word at a time invites everyone who would like to play along so we can share some fantastic music together.
Here are the rules for Song Lyric Sunday:
22 Nov 2015 38 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cake, CHAT, chit, friends, if we were having coffee, Terrorism
Cosy Coffee
If we were having coffee:The weather is getting distinctly wintry, fogs, rain, frost and cold so lets all go inside and be comfy by the fire. I can still entertain you all with tea and coffee from all over the world not to mention all our cakes and muffins and as Paul calls them sweets! Every single one is calorie free! Plus of course we now have spirits and liquors to warm the coldest of you.
If we were having Coffee: I would remind you that there are lots of other coffee mornings all shared and organized By Diana and Gene’O over at,Part time monster
If we were having coffee: Again I will have to say there is no post from our beloved Sunday guest contributor Paul Curran. Despite myself , Mark Bialczak and Outlierbabe emailing him there has been no word from him for at least a fortnight. Lets all send him good vibes and hopeful wishes. All Paul’s readers are welcome to join us !
If we were having coffee: I offer you another cuppa and ask you to help yourselves to cakes and biscuits. I am keeping my distance this week as I have an awful cold and cough and I don’t want any of you to catch it so as much as I want to, no hugs or kisses!! I am still struggling and today I have nasty stomach ache.
If we were having coffee:I would tell you that the kitchen is progressing and looking lovely here are some more pictures.
New Painting
New Blinds open
Radiator that matches blinds
Blinds closed
If we were having coffee : I would have to say that for many reasons I am sad and unwell so I shall write you all a poem so as not to say too much.
If we were having coffee what would I say
I tell you that I wished all my ills would fly away.
Would that I could close my ears to all the harsh words
That flap around my head like menacing big black birds.
The world has suddenly become dark and evil
Terrorist bombs, bullets the whole world in upheaval.
In every part of this tired, old and sad planet
Man is killing man, evil spreading, it can’t get worse, can it?
The one’s closest to me, who I depend upon
Turn against me as if I am in the wrong.
If we were having coffee what would I say
I tell you that I wished all my ills would fly away.
If we were having coffee : I would offer you another cuppa and some cake? Now that is about it for this week. Again this week we have seen more terror and anguish. So beware, be safe and please stay here and take your ease and chat . Thank you all for coming and I will see you all next week! I also hope that we will hear from Paul this week too.
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