Author: idiotwriter

'I am not a wise old lady, who can tell a grand life story, or a person whose story deserves to be told - I only have my voice… Perhaps my voice can reach into your heart and make it smile for a few brief moments in time.' Child; Wife; Mother; Artist; Poet, journeying home….probably in that order. Grew up in Africa-my home for 35 years, now live in a little Village in England.

Unity And Hope – Part One – Why Is It So Impossible?

We forgot to live.
We are falling for it.
When WILL we not be afraid?
When will we feel safe?
Will we walk our streets at night without fear?

What is a left and right wing agenda?
Which of these do we fall into?
Which will please us?
What makes us feel the world will be alright?

Will we be able to agree completely on any of these questions 100% of the time?
What will make our fear subside?

Is it when a wall is around us to protect us, or free to roam and run?

Is it when there is no walls to left to place ourselves behind should we wish to be left alone?

Is it when we have enough guns to obliterate yourselves alongside everyone else?

Is it when all the guns are supposed to be gone and someone pulls one on us?

Is it when there is no more abortion and no more orphans due to mothers in poverty seeking backstreet terminations?

Is it when it is law that everyone can do with their bodies whatever they choose whenever they choose? Including allowing this right to minors, who are humans too, and not dependant on a parent to sustain them. If we choose alcohol, drugs, sex or self harm, it MUST be accepted as OUR RIGHT to do with our bodies what we wish.

Is it when all woman stop abusing their men with raging tantrums and passive aggressive patronising words and actions and treating them as villains, rapists and cheats? Or when men stop abusing their woman with emotional absence, withholding affection and praise, violence and financial manipulation?

Is it when all our food is grown in our backyard…organically in our Sunday sunshine? Is it when we can produce enough to feed not only our country’s but every other starving nation with our litter?

Will it be when we have enough homes to house all our vagabonds and orphans?
Will it be when we have every person who wants to come live in the ‘free world’ settled into jobs and homes?
That would be ALL of Africa – The Middle East – and parts of Asia too, who would give their front teeth to have the freedoms we have. The places where our old false teeth, pacemakers, and panties go whilst we grumble about the right to bare our breasts, and get paternity leave?

When will we get what we want?

We wish and picket for our Eden but denounce it ever existed.

The double minded contradictions are more and more bizarre.

Rights, and no responsibilities.
Choices, and no consequence.
Protection from anarchic crime and no heed for authority.

Right wing or left – its all the same… we want what we want. We want it how we want it, when we want it.
Huff and puff (normally in the Huffington post) about how terrible the world is for everybody and how WE will change it if we just…. if we just…

If we just what? Listen to y’all?

Maybe we are getting what we deserve and need, because we sure as hell cannot make up our minds what it is we want.

Maybe we should have stuck to being happy with the fruits of our harvest we had instead of hissing about what we did not?


(To Be Continued in Part Two – ‘We are no longer in Kansas’)

Thanks for reading.







Ripping your clothes off

Ever had the dance across the floor experience that occurs when you have just put a hoody on, look over your shoulder to, brush your hair off of it and there is a FUCKING GREAT BIG SPIDER sitting watching you?

Never seen an item of clothing come off THAT quickly, not even in the steamiest of scenes.




Who are we to presume to understand
To know the meaning of truth?

Is it absolute?
We can never presume to know or even strive
to grasp the magnitude of how life works.
I do know though that we must put the need
of those we love above our own desires, cut off
that which makes us fall. I Know, if we go above
and beyond, then pull out to soon, we will lose
what is beautiful and meant for good.

If we presume to understand the mystery of
what we speak not conceding that we do not see
a final painting until the cover is pulled back,
then we have been fooled.

Wait – in anticipation in Joy or agony –
but life is a waiting game…nothing less.