Its been too long since I’ve written on this site.

Why, you ask?

I’ll tell you.

My life has become too complex – the life of the world is too hard to track, yet we have all the tools that we need to do so. With my trusty Apple iPhone loaded with a whole host of apps, I can track and trace every single part of my life. Everything from the amount of steps that I walk each day, to the hours of sleep I get each night, to the amount of calories I eat. All of these little programs and applications help me focus even more on myself, my own life, nothing else.

Considering the amount of time that I’ve been using to check my progress through life, its no wonder that I’ve not managed to write a single poem in almost a year. So what went wrong? Its not like this technology wasn’t around last year. What excuse could I possibly have for abandoning my one and only creative output?

Its not just the black mirror in my pocket, constantly begging me to gaze into its inky depths, its the entire world. There is just too much to keep track of. Too many TV shows that demand my attention, too many friends that are constantly clamouring for me to approve of their new lifestyle choices.

“Did you know I’m vegan now? It’s really helping me pass-”

“I don’t care please stop talki-.”

“Anyway – I’m working on only buying organic clothes now but its just so hard…

It’s endless and it’s all their fault.

I know what you’re thinking. Why don’t I just get rid of them?

All I have to do is go to my phone and start deleting contacts. One at a time, I could start severing my ties with each and every one of my ‘friends’ until only the precious few that don’t distract or annoy me remain. There wouldn’t be many and they, ironically, would probably be the ones that simply don’t like me that much. After all, the people that are constantly haranguing me for advice, inviting me to parties and sending me messages are probably the people that care about me most in the world.

For the sake of my own sanity I suppose it would be wise just to keep a few acquaintances kicking around.

After all, I’ve heard its important to keep people around, in case of accidents.

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You know, I don’t want to be accused of being a ‘negative Nancy’ but I don’t think the human race will see out the year. Yeah, I think its ‘extinction o’clock’ you guys! We are done for. It’s the end! But don’t run for the hills or scream or panic or move or leave or try or hope or attempt to find any solutions.  There are no solutions, there’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide, there’s not even any need to panic, because it’s just the end. It was always going to happen, it was always going to kill, and it was always going to be annoying. And now its happening, its going to kill, and its annoying. Whoopdedoo!

E5T263 Teenage boy eating sweets.


But there’s time yet to celebrate what made us great! Like MacDonalds, Iphones, Amelia Jane Bobble Hats, cheese, cash, money, rain, wind, soul, pink things, the Disney films, the Marvel films, Superman, Batman, IronMan, Other Men, caravans, other types of cheese, the good stuff! I love bobble hats, its an old tradition in my family to wear them (bobble hats that is) and I’m so happy to see Amelia Jane keeping the torch burning so brightly! Bobble Hats! Bobble Hats! Bobble Hats! All together now! Bobble Hats!


Everything will be fine you guys RELAX.



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You have to allow change, 

And sometimes you must force it,

Though it grows and unwinds from the trees,

Through the wind and the air as the sun rises,

And as it falls lower and lower in the sky,

Still it all breaths of change,

Of new and old, of difference and familiarity,

These changes bring in something new,

But a new that has happened a million times,

And that’s ok,

That’s fine,

That’s life and

That’s the way it goes.


So we embrace the change,

Though we recognize it,

Though we know it will come again,

Though we know it’s all the same,

It is still something to be celebrated,

Yes, we have these declutter services,

These people who come to clear and clean,

To take your mess and bring order,

To declutter and to change,

And what if the change does not last forever?

If you slowly return to clutter and to mess,

it doesn’t matter,

It shouldn’t matter,

It’s just part of a process,

Part of a cycle,

And that’s ok,

That’s enough,

You demand it,

You make it your own,

And it becomes so,

So long, sweet soldier.



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Trees change every season, 

From bristling, to bountiful, to bare, 

They move in circles of life and death, 

From ravaged to ravishingly fair, 

But leaves will return after they fall,

The new flourishes where the old grew, 

and we remember that they will, 

but forget what we new, 

when we come to change in our lives, 

when we leave a place we love, 

when we travel away from our home, 

when we travel into the mist, 

we think of what we have lost, 

what is gone and dead and done, 

but forget the light returns, 

and shines on all anew


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