If You Were a Sign

 

If you were a sign

what would you say?

This place is open

and ready to play?

 

If you were a note

Then what would be written?

I think I’m in love,

I’m sure I am smitten?

 

If you were the sky

Would you be a cloud?

With hard hitting rain

And fog like a shroud?

 

Or would you be sunshine

With beams full of hope?

Gathering smiles

For people to cope?

 

Would your sign say hello

With welcoming arms?

A fist full of dollars

And a head full of charms?

 

We all wear a sign

For others to see?

Let yours be so bright

The world fills with glee!

A Blast From my Past

This was first posted in February 2014.  I think it is still relevant today.  What do you think?

Reflection versus direction

In this day and age almost everything we say or do can be broadcast to the world.  You never know if your picture is being taken on the street or in the shops.  Movie cameras have moved into our workplace, our leisure time and our wars.  We have instant information at our fingertips.  But I have a question for you:  does the instant relating of news serve as a reflection of what is happening or is it directing us.

The whole strategy behind marketing is to influence people in their decision-making.  If one soap brand has a really cool commercial, they will probably end up with more sales than another brand.  So, it stands to reason that if the newsmakers present, for example, a war with the appropriate packaging it will be accepted more easily by the general public.  We want our world neatly packaged and delivered painlessly to us.

Who was it that said you can never be too thin or too rich?  Well if you’re too thin you die and if you’re too rich, ummmm, I’m thinking.  Okay I got it!  If you are too rich then you become insulated from the human condition.  Okay maybe not.  I’m not too thin and I’m not too rich.  What I am is too damn tired of Hollywood and its environs telling us how to look, how to act, how to think, how to live.  They’re trying to mold us into perfect little automatons.

In order to be yourself you have to disregard the advertisements that tell you what shampoos to use and how your makeup is to be applied, how to dress. If we can be true to ourselves and honour the person we actually are and not the image that society wants us to project, then I believe we have a chance. We need to raise children to be forward thinkers and not sheep-like followers.

I don’t have any children so why am I so concerned about other people’s offspring?  Simply put:  other people’s kids are our future.  If I love this world then I should want it to continue.  The only way that will happen is if we have people at the forefront who care. News needs to be analyzed and marketing gimmicks need to be dismissed. The truth is there, it is just sometimes difficult to see.

I was raised by parents who loved me.  They never taught me to hate.  They did teach me to care.  And I do care.  I care about the atrocities I see happening in other parts of the world.  I care about the horrible greed that exists around so many of our politicians.  I see hate, I see rage, I see iniquities, I see despair and I see fear.  What I also see is love, understanding and compassion.

I also see hope.  Above all else hope will save our world. If we stick together, we will overcome adversity and we will flourish. The world is ours.

 

 

The Cabal

 

The dishwasher whispered

To the toaster one day

There’s crumbs in my workings

In an irritating way

 

The toaster responded

With a mouth full of bread

The faults not my own

It’s the humans I said

 

The kettle then screamed

My ass it’s a glow!

Stop bickering this minute

My lid’s gonna blow!

 

The oven just smiled

A long gentle burn

He knew what was coming

He’d just wait his turn

 

Then a cold laden breeze

Filled the room with despair

With the fridge door ajar

They knew who was there

 

“Breakfast is ready”

Came the bone chilling call

And the hoards then descended

On the appliances cabal