Heaven help us, he’s been thinking again

I have been working my way through some old notes and came across these few lines.
It is not poetry or anything much of anything in particular, it is just a random thought and as it from old notes, I’m not quite sure what prompted it. Still, I thought I’d share it anyway.

Even if you allow
For reincarnation,
You only get one shot
At this life.

That’s it, no more thinking for now. I’ll go back to some more, aimless, staring out the window.

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Caught

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I describe you
As the one that got away.
But that’s not true.
After all,
I’m the one who tore it up
And did not allow myself
To be caught by you.

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A day in the country

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Nature to me
Is a badger, dead at the
Roadside. Stomach burst
Maggots writhing, feeding
On its rotting remains.

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Weeble Wobble

My confidence level, very, rarely stays high. As low as the Marianas Trench, now, I can manage that no problem.
I’m so good at having low-confidence I could even give talks on the subject. Not that anyone would want to listen to me droning on…
You get the picture; I love to talk myself down. And given that it is now four months since I quit work. Summer has been and gone, the days are becoming shorter, and doubts are sneaking-up to hide in the shadows waiting to pounce.
Where’s an Alchemist when you need one?
Let me make it clear, I do not regret leaving my previous employment, in fact, I believe it will turn out to be the best decision I ever made. No, NEWSFLASH, it is the best decision I have ever made in my life so far. However…
At the moment the goals I am working towards haven’t been bringing in the big bucks.

“My other piece of advice, Copperfield,” said Mr. Micawber, “you know. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and – and in short you are forever floored. As I am!”
From David Copperfield by Charles Dickens.

Perhaps they never will. I knew that when I made my decision. But still when someone asks me have I got a job(?), have I been applying for jobs(?). I get angry. Now those that ask me have I got employment tend to know far more about my “Grand Plan” than I have shared online. They shouldn’t need to ask loaded questions, right?
The Big Push
However, the real reason I get angry is because, whisper it, I’ve been asking myself the same.
Is the “Grand Plan” a load of old tosh? I’ll fail at this goal; I’m not good enough to fulfil that role. No one wants to read my poems, let alone my stories. It’s pointless, I’m useless.
For some reason, this time, this self-depreciation made me think of Weebles…

…you know the things that wobble, but won’t fall down.
Because I know it is just a wobble, I’m not falling over; and if I do fall over then so what. At worst, it is a grazed knee or a bruised ego. The plan goes on.
Why?
Well this time there is a difference, this time I actually like and respect the person I am working for, because I am my own boss. That does not mean I haven’t had some good bosses in the past and that I won’t at some future date find myself within a traditional career structure and happy to be there.
For this is not about self-employment, this is about self-respect.
Yes, my current boss makes mistakes, wastes time, spends way too long in coffee shops just staring out of the window, and is the only one who finds his crappy jokes funny. But overall, he is making progress.
Yes, the “Grand Plan” may be held together by sticky backed plastic and forward motion may be limited to a series of Weeble wobbles but I am wholly responsible for my own future.

Falling Down
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The Other Side

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Is it yesterday where you are
Did last night never happen
Is this love
Or the other side of the world

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Three Wise

When did they stop listening?
What have I done to them?
How long have they been standing
With their hands over their eyes?
They will not answer
My questions are ignored.

Why are they angry?
I never heard their cries.
Why do they look away?
I never saw their tears.
Why will they not
Speak in my defence?
If I’d only known,
I’d have spoken up for them.

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Product testing: hard hat required

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There is no profit in happiness
That’s why you can get it for free.
There is no magic formula
Locked away in a secret lab,
With armed security on the door.
That’s why it’s not hidden
Within complex computer code
To download on tablet and PC.
There’s no special handshake or hepcat, cool walk.
You don’t need schooling or a fancy degree
And that you learn to smile before you can talk.

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The war, the peace

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Remnants of the war,
Leave the children crying in
An uneasy peace.

Bringers of freedom,
Peddle new tyrannies
Like cotton candy

And sugar coated
Lies are still lies
In the mornings light.

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Upstairs Funk

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Every morning I wake
With a tune going round
And round in my brain.
The tune may be different
But the result is the same.
I start the day knowing
After I turn off the light,
My mind’s been having a party
Throughout the night.

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Bear necessities

An eighteen month old Grizzly Bear can weigh approximately 220lbs.
While this blog doesn’t quite weigh that, though some might say the writer has a similar personality to a bear with a sore head, the blog Made of Sticks and Stones is eighteen months old today.
I’ve enjoyed sharing the 200+ posts that are on the blog with you and reading and watching how the blogs I follow have developed over that time.
What I can say about all the Blog, Facebook and Twitter followers of mine out there is that as a group you are capable of providing the right word of encouragement and support at exactly the right time.
So from a bear with very little brain, thank you.

Pooh

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