The Man behind the Mask

The Man behind the Mask
However, - As Alice will tell you - What you see is not necessarily - What you get !

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I think of myself as a Hippie, your opinion is noted for sure. I’m not lazy or dirty or weird, + I know not if there is a cure. I live my life as I do wish to, you may not be my number 1 fan. But I have my beliefs and my feelings, allow me them if you so can. Peace Justice + freedom are uppermost, in the mental list I have in my head.I am not for oppression + violence, my opinion, I feel, must be said. Don’t mock as I sit with my flowers, cut out all those jibes at my dress. Don’t treat me with contempt + with fury, it’s the World that is sat in a mess. I know I annoy you with questions, I know that you wish me away. But I’m here to stay + I promise, if you listen then you’ll realise one day. I am not full of hot air + rubbish, there are remedies that can be found. But we must work together, as comrades + work out the ideas that are sound. If you don’t + you shun me forever, don’t take in the things that I say. I’ll sympathise + continue to irritate, + always I'll remain so this way.

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Saturday, 1 October 2011

(US) BLOG (7 of 7)

SAT: 24 / 09 / 11: Week ending:
It’s not to say that last night/this morning festivities were an exhausting testing of mental and physical exercise however, suffice to say that a continuation of relaxed mode was required - the replenishment of exerted energy is always a good thing.
Reflection and participation of one’s required contribution make the mental mindful and physical somewhat tiring in one’s conclusion of that witch was.
A sobering acceptance this morning, that as seasonal dates pass with increasing regularity the days of Spring have well and truly gone, Summer I fear is a passing and Autumnal years are almost upon me.
I remember back in the day of earlier in the years of my youth to my first crush, a youthful Michelle Phillips; long hair, petite figure and sweet voice, now of pensionable age, my ‘fab’ group, The BeaTles, split over forty years ago - with Paul well past his 64 years, along with others of similar milestone leaving this plain to heavens above (or in some cases otherwise destination) – they, we and I were so young, the world was exploding from Black and White to spectrum colour and the hope for better days was ‘just around the corner’.
Time is not generous; and in some cases can be unforgiving and it would be easy to dwell on what if? Still, one only has to look to those who have refused to let this barrier be any kind of constraint to take heart, for there is always hope.
All walls of restriction have doorways to move through and progress. Maybe it’s how we overcome such obstacles them that defines us. I look at the power actor Christopher Lee can still command, the influence that Mandela has with words and the walking testament to good living Mr Keith Richards. Seems that this is just another rest stop along our way, and there is still some travelling to make before alighting to the next sphere of experience.
Whilst there are certainly peoples who recognise the value and worth of the elders, far too many are quick to judge on their capabilities and disregard the quality of experience despite their (so called) philosophy of diversity.
Maybe my observation is clouded by the workplace practices of my employment; whose reliance upon the wonderful world of IT and inevitably younger staff members that is too close to home? It is not that however which bothers me it is moreover the discarding of the steady foundational basis and methodical routine for a quicker, short cutting of practices that sees quality wane.
The thought process of deliberation enables creativity, a reluctance to look beyond the blinkers and outside the box – with consideration is I feel a flawed strategy. There comes a time of Spartan decision, move forward raising the shield of armour and stand for one’s cause of conviction or relent to the foe by dropping it, to succumb and capitulate to a doctrine that is unwise, to a degree unjust and bound to fail – no one ever said life was easy.

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