Play On

It’s a wrong way of life
that you feel deep inside
knowing that you can’t go on
With the feeling going on

(Radios my only friend)
(don’t let it ever end)

Going down to the disco
Looking for someone alive
There’s a big get to
And you know you
did something right

Carry on Carry on
The Sgt Majors
got a baton

Carry on Carry on
Got a mate in a band
Got suicidal and he took your haaaaaa’nd

There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Throw away the hipflask with the funnel
with the funnel
with the funnel
Yeah!
Can play on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Race Track

Imagine that you got to race a race car around a race track! A magic race track. Every time you rounded the fourth corner you would be transported to a realm of dream and clarity. You would never lose time while in this turn and you would never ever lose your place. But you decide to take the alternative longer route through the chicane. Why?

To cut a long story short, what if the dreams and clarity bit i.e. your collective consciousness contained some rubbish you’d rather deal without, that is, something you would rather forget about and move on from? Well, You’d probably steer clear of dreaming and clarity if it caused you pain wouldn’t you? Well thats how it is. Time can be a great healer they say but once dreamed never forgotten is what I say. Buried maybe. Covered definitely. Forgotten, never.

Now I will attempt to describe in words something that caused me pain and suffering in my life especially.

The divorce of my parents came through when I was five.  On the outside, I was a happy kid. The other side was darker all together.  Petty crime, Lies, Gambling, Deception, Denial, Hate, Anger, lots of anger.

My memory is hazy on all the details but it wasn’t until I was into my early twenties that I stopped gambling. A ten-year habit! That was twenty years ago now since I felt that someone might kill me soon as look at me!

Thankfully I met someone that changed my opinion of the human race. An artist. A musician. A friend. We had two years of mostly happy friendship until he moved away. A week into knowing him I was convinced again that there was hope for me and eighteen months into knowing him my world had been literally turned upside down by this charming man.

Now he is gone, moved away and world seems a much paler place without him. But I know lots of artists writers, poets, musicians and otherwise creative people on the websites I  use so often! I am reminded of my friends and followers and suddenly the world seems like it should be a better place. One without pain and suffering affliction and poverty. Nevermind the planet, what about the people?

I never picked up a pencil to draw since being a child. Aged forty I was drawing for pleasure. My writing has developed although it’s still a hobby but I have high hopes for it in the future. I think the moral of this piece is that even if you are unable to conceive of the answer to your unhappiness or if you may have a very clear idea of what happiness is to keep on plugging away at it!. Either way, change for the better can and does happen! And you deserve it!!

Thanks for reading.