Monthly Archives: December 2021

Ignorance And Bliss Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.Thomas Gray (1742) Knowledge is a dangerous thingTo the controllers of our livesThey are afraid of plebeian wisdomIt is a threat to their mission of powerTheir program of expansionTheir strategy of self-aggrandisementSo ignorance is the catchwordThe strategy denying our awarenessOur catalyst for a betterContinue reading “The Best Words I Can Find”

Kindness Kindness is a genus of loveNot passion but a form of caringThat puts another soul’s welfare in your handsYesterday I had my booster dose for COVIDAnd a blood test too, for other reasonsSuch a gentle nurse she wasSo skilfulSo attentiveSo trained to do the right thingMeticulouslyI felt safe under her informed guidanceAt times inspiredLikeContinue reading “Another Word With You”

Weapons Of Mass Destruction O you, the builder of weapons of warUnder the guise of virtueClaiming to save the world from a non existent foeConjuring forth enemies in every closetTo make yourself seem alert and providentProudly proclaiming your planning skillCreating ways for the newly employed to killSigning treaties with belligerent alliesWho help you with fundingContinue reading “Words Are All I Have”

The Angel Of Truth O lately have you seen the Angel Of Truth?It’s not surprising if you haven’tAs the brave soulHas been harassed by the forces of darknessDemonic figures scheming, conspiring, intriguing, connivingPlanning with ruthless aplombTo triumph unseen and surreptitiouslyOver the integrity of human existenceOn the heavenly notice board the Angel usesYou will find oneContinue reading “Yet More Words”

The Eternal Struggle Why is it so hard to find the truth?To hear a true story?Learn a valid cause of something happening?There may well be a number of relevant factorsBut it is such a task to find themThe truth is constantly hidden or distortedI’ve begun to think money is a key factorYou know, it’s aContinue reading “Words Still”

The Gift Of Learning When I was young the world was very strangeI was often afraid of thingsThought some simple deeds were in fact a dangerMisunderstood reality more often than notMade mistakesAs frequently as I did what was rightNow in old ageI am moulded into a different existenceNot to imply mastery of my destinyBut simplyContinue reading “Some Words With You”