This is testament to the fact

This is testament to the factThat IM no acrobat No lyrical gymnast No active satirist Or satiric activist Of passive pacifist
By taking a stand I don't need to stand Or take a seat in a power For there is no power in a seat Or those who sit
Only those who refuse to stop Or go where no one else will Who will take the red and the blue pill Head down the rabbit hole and climb back up to see it spill Out in living water A well spring of beauty and perfection With a broken inflection Of the pain at the bottom of the pit Where the quark is split between the changeable and the in hanging One that can change it all and back again
Because power is like sinking sand The deeper you get in the deeper you dig to get out So if I sink in the sand or stand on the pillar Im still no further along to the killer instinct that you need to rule the world

Social responsibility: Life with 3000 Friends

Twitter IconThis week if the current trajectory maintains I will cross the 3000 mark in terms of twitter followers. Just to point out I don't write this to brag - im not even sure what I've done to gain 3000 followers to be honest with you - but for one reason another I have. The point is it got me thinking about our own levels of personal responsibility over what we do online. I am no public figure, nor celebrity or in any official sense a leader. However I some how feel a sense of duty to those 3000 people and in a wider collective sense to the world to take my place in it with a certain level or care.

We've all seen what power social media, freedom of speech and willingness to speak out can do to the world - this year more than ever and I can't help but feel at some point as a Christian and as someone who is just as concerned as the next guy about our economy, government etc - that it may not be long before I along with all those who are confused, concerned and can communicate will need to join together to help get things done. And when that time comes - I hope I will. And if you follow me on twitter, well I hope you will too.

As is becoming a norm this thought manifested itself in poetic form before I even realised I felt this way so here is that poem. It's called Social Responsibility for all the obvious reasons.

Social Responsibility

What happened when The self righteous are unseated By the murmuring of the crowd The twittering of the unseen masses of minds bending flowing and ebbing as one

What happens when the pedastle crumbles under you When the unseen jibes become the scene that brings it all to the fore the fall too much to bare when you know it was your own whittering that got you there.

What is happening when the digital nudgings of those unsettled and unsettling, spills over into the those who just live destruction. Uinformed, Unchecked and Unkempt let loose on the Unwilling and Unforgiving, who try forbidding the outcry of a generation lost in the postcode bidding war for the riches of those stealing from the poor. What are they all aching for?

What will happen when the ones who finally found their voice have it hidden again? Drowned out by those with so much to gain from keeping the down trodden down and out of the spot light. What happens when we don't see the pain? It is us who bare the shame.

Poem: Rooftops of Amber

Amber-keh morning moods

Of what do you dream?

Of flight

Above rooftops of Amber

Of the scent of Muscavado,

Bravado and sandlewood

Of ideas over candlelight

Of repeating fears and memes

Pipedreams and day dreams

And not quite waking in the night

Mares and poetry taking form

in the delight of synaptic flashes of inspired themes.

Of teeth falling out, of nakedness

and revealing all that cannot be seen.

Scenes of pleasure and pangs of defeat.

Of what do you dream? Of what is your longing?

Belonging? And place of being.

For it seems you are waking.

All is not as it seems.

waiting in the wings

this isn’t the time for new beginningsnot the hour for fresh starts or even minor revisions on major scales or to do things by thirds or to kill birds with one stone or two for we are not from the same feather nor do we flock together for I am Me and you are You

No now is not the time to try and start again to turn over a new leaf, page or frown. For we are still headed up the mountain not yet over the solid slate laden peak we are not at the stage to tread the boards we’re still waiting in the wings.

I’m still dealing with repentance not ready to release and sing.