The Soliloquy of Indemnity

Is it bad I just sit and scour the user online tab to see if your name is present.  Even if I have nothing to say except the same.

Quantum locked in the in’s and outs.

Forgetting names but not dreams; you’ve grown bitter in them now.

With no plans, thoughts, nothing set in stone. I can only sit, wait and see what the new day brings. And I can only hope it’s a good one.

There were days you know when it was just paper, books, walks and talks and old stuff.

Now were connected, through chips and flicks, white and black, mini’s and customisation.


Have we lost or we gained. I can’t answer that. Do I even have the right to question.  I like both very much, they were just better with you. I live in a shadow, deep beneath the rock.

In the corner you’ve forgotten about.

In that space that’s not there.

Let’s see what he’ll do next ill say. Maybe this time it could be it.


Old people are forgotten, by many but few. But The young live forever.

As long as their stories are told.

What can you learn from a story? Many things, even just one, teach you how to be a hero, how to say no or give you a new voice to finally say bye.

There are many things we can learn. They’ll all be forgotten though, soon.

As one day you’ll be old, looking down at ageless faces who know it’s all glory, are set in their ways.

Have already made choices that have sealed their days.

And you’ll forget names, unless their important. You’ll probably forget them.  But not one like Jim.

But you’ll remember the faces. And you’ll remember the dreams.

Where have the days gone? And where have you been.



Be Here Now

Live in the day, learn from the past. Yesterday was a Sunday. They were most certainly/suggestively/some cases religiously not made for working. But to at least reflect. How we move each day living a life that makes us happy but emitting a persona of misery is something i’ll never understand. To be understood and to understand are great qualities we all strive for.

That there are a million different opportunities and the ones that make up our past are just flickers in the moment we no longer have control of. For what is it, are we meant to take from each encounter. When you look at someone what do you see?

Are we just suppose to be herds, on top of the food chain. Have we reached our maximum potential. Humans only being semi functional for a few thousand years in essence yearn for a higher purpose, and afterlife… In one form or another. A number of different religions lets not the count the ones that have become extinct over what, out few millennia, all push to a point where somewhere in history we turned and started believing in something. What was the moment?

I personally find myself leaving a whole year of questioning and falling behind and hope that upwards is really the only place left to go.

How are you suppose to stop those yearnings for things you no longer have. How some people move on and find things to replace what was once there, and others get stuck in-between is just another thing that gets lost in all the day to day. All I can urge you too do…is just be here now…

The Untitled Call

I sit. I wait in silence.

It takes an eternity but the tone finally resonates in my ears.  A blue cord accompanies a blue telephone. Resting in my hand firmly held against my head.

Ring Ring. Nothing. An Abyss of silence, black and all things associated with nothing.

Ring Ring.

I know somewhere else, in a corner of another room, set aside a table top surrounded by the air and décor of another life, and individuals taste, soul regurgitation; Sits another telephone, almost white stained by the defected cream only formed by the stale acrid nature of smoke, echoing an empty space.  I know you’re not there, you always answer by now, but still, it’s nice to know I’m there.

It’s 1946 and I don’t know what the future holds. I finally see the beauty in the dawn again. I finally don’t flinch with the change of the wind.  Just wanted to tell you that, and that it’s Christmas. You always love Christmas.

But you probably already know this. Ring Ring. The abyss feels like diving into ice cold River, I’m there and I’m here all at once.

You’re probably on your way over. You said you’d be here by 9. It’s 8.30. Maybe I just can’t stand to be away from you this long.

Why on earth would I buy a blue phone?