Author Archives: findingsenseoutofchaos

Jabba Song Tales told of where we’ve been andwhere we’re fromOf chance encounters, of hard won victoriesEvery stile and stone becomes weaved into our storytold with tears or laughtershame or gloryThe paths of others that crossed with ourssome good people , some not soand sad to say some very damaged people. ., And truth beContinue reading “jabba song”

There is a flame that dwells deep in every heart. It is a living spark, one that will render warmth and comfort through your darkest days and deepest sorrows. And when the time comes to find the courage to face the world again, will light up your track.

Doomsday dawnsHumanity cries out ‘I’m just not ready yet!!’’Doomsday yawns, ‘’but I told you I was coming, sent word ahead. And Mother Nature concurs, your credit’s all been spent.’’‘’There must be some way out,” Humanity laments, ‘’a deal to be struck? A carbon offset??’’Mother Nature solemnly shakes her head. ‘’Tough love is the key IContinue reading “doomsday dawns”

No age, no civilisation ever held greater opportunity or promise than this, yet it is distinguished only in its great greed and exploitation. A herd mentality of self-interest so extreme it now threatens its own very existence. As forests burn and seas rise an ever rising debt is secured against inflated aspiration, which will yieldContinue reading “Meltdown Man”

I spent too long holding together a life that had been built on deception. A rickety shack without solid footings, leaky and draughty. Not adequate to fully shut out the glare of truth, always lurking, threatening to undermine this feigned reality. The letting go at last such relief, and the kicking down of those flimsyContinue reading “letting go”

For many years I had not been able to return to my home town; bad associations, trauma, etc. When I did I could barely recognise the old district. There has been much talk of the damage from the riots a few years back, but that is nothing to what the town developers have done overContinue reading “Home”

I had an eloquence once upon a time. A grasp of language and forceful ability to express myself.Now I have to fight for every breath.It’s a struggle to speak, to make my voice heard. That’s why I write.

Spring at last. Birdsong, sunshine and blue skies. A fresh mild breeze carries the perfumes of fruit blossom and of fresh mown grass. It is time to shake off the slough and slumber not just of winter, but of the long covid year and all its effects. We have had ample time to reassess ourContinue reading “Post-covid lookout”

Anyone else finding it hard to find motivation right now? The combined effect of long winter days and rolling lockdowns perhaps. I do have some projects in edit, back soon.

It’s an effort to find motivation these days and a form of mental paralysis with the extended semi-lockdown situation. It has become a day to day ordeal just to fill my time. As winter closes in I will find myself increasingly confined indoors and covid stubbornly won’t give up its grip on much of theContinue reading “just checking in”