Difficult to control?!

A thought to unite us all in the United Kingdom. I heard on the radio yesterday that the EU Commission was worried because probably the next EU Parliament would be “difficult to control”. If we send our tranche of MEPs there – maybe it will become so “difficult to control” that it turns the EU into a democracy…

(the EU Commission is I believe a deeply corrupt tool of global capital. The European peoples need to put them into a back room to do their will)




I am hungry, so I eat; and eat. But my hunger is insatiable. My body blurs and is destroyed.

Perhaps then I am thirsty. Let me drink, and be drunk. But it doesn’t fill me up. Still – it addles my brain.

I try smoking, pills and drugs. Just occasionally I forget that I’m hungry. Until I wake up again. To my fat body, dicky brain and addictive raging desires.

I’m hungry for body, not the soul or mind of other – just the physical form. Even distilled to a picture – pixels on a page. Now I fill with self loathing.

I’m hungrier than ever I was.

The thing is – nothing, none of it – even scratches the surface.

Occasionally, unexpectedly and when I’m not looking – I am plenished. At peace; and it’s always in relation. To nature, to you my friend and my fellow voyagers. I don’t know how to be ever full. What I do know is that I can meanwhile try to restore my body, my brain, my self loathing.

And we; shall we, can we; cease consuming quite so much and reach to each other. A British woman keeps her new clothes on average 5 weeks before throwing them out. Meanwhile the honey bee is on the verge of extinction.

(What has opened me to the devastation of my unfulfilled hunger is a little book about relation. It’s called “I and Thou” by Martin Buber.)

Brexit is so difficult

The European Commission is the handmaid of materialism. But do we oppose through Democracy, or  Love?

A conversation between NOah and YESus.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought

Was Noah awake on the arch of the deep?

To resist Eurocracy’s creep.

Is there yet sanctuary, rest and peace

Where freedom’s un-mortgaged to money’s short lease?

For Noah he lived with the lamb and the eagle

The weevil, seagull and beagle

Animals farming island’s ark

A beacon afloat o’er the realm of the shark

Oh Noah he nourished the tiger and lamb

The thistle, the dragon and ram

All creatures flowing and glowing

Plurality’s freedom richly bestowing

But Noah was courted enticed and cajoled

And we? Thwarted, tax’d and then sold

For Roman potage, now we are told

To kneel to new masters who’ll have us in hold.

So now we are Yessah, with bags full-filled thrice

But Liberty’s death is the price

Of Council, Commission and Court.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought.

The greatest of these is Love

Oh, Noah, my love, you’ve mistaken my name
I’m Yesus, poor friend of the lame
We live in the age of the Ark
A rainbow of peoples embracing the dark
Not you or I but God (Yes, us) creates life
Touchstone comfort dissolving strife
Michelangelo’s drawn nexus
Europe’s leitmotif. Ich-Du, (Ja Wir). Yesus
A rotten-wrack of empire driven by gain
Aye, but think on Me, and remain
Forgive their wrong for living’s short
Redemptive love, by Christianity sought

Begotten, thus made

Being of one substance

Begotten, thus made

Inductive proof of God, being the source and primary purpose

Being of one substance with our Mothers and Fathers enchained

Having enchanted the forests of our pasts

Mitochondrial and nuclear coding plasma grown

Recombination of lifes and lives

Fur and faeces cleansed and budded all anew

See we go into the dark and see we return

This the sense of my droplet which

Returning by falling

Disperses and dissolves into that which always was


My Brother, whose heart be heaven

Hallowed be thy pain

Which Thou hast prepared before the face of all people

To be the light to enlighten gentling that

Which else skulks within, unbidden and untouching

And see, gurgling churning we return

With Thee, my Heavenly sisters we wrap our presents

Mortalised, embodied, reshaped in material

(Immaterial of itself)

In which we ride and steer and are the piston, brake and all

Your multitude contained in “I”

And it is this (alone) that goes into the dark. Leaving imprint on the

Weft and warp, the beach that ever stretches inward

“I” decelerating in dread with coming of the night

Blinded by febrile time-pinned panic.

Therefore my soul, this ego shed away

For You have been the canvass on which we sketch, and the picture remains


When we take our leave and dispersing by dissolving

The edges of loneliness and hugging close in

Jostling warmth of Heaven readopt

The essence of our potential until the call again

back into the dark to become

The impulse behind and within

Another thread shaped ego.