Silver linings obscure a golden sunset
Blackening hearts outmatched by light
A ray of sun scares the idle crow
A single bell begins a melody
A gust to chill the warmest blood
Blue skies gray
Trees turned black
A teardrop falls
Warmth feels cold
Love felt lost
Days forever gone
Without her loving touch
Crumpled leaves litter an empty path
A clear canvas lies ahead
Gone is the day of adventure
The setting sun turns your head
As you begin to walk a road
Walked by you
And you alone.
The subject of whether or not to legalize marijuana in the United Kingdom is often whispered in hush tones. Support of such a proposal is considered almost blasphemous to the hierarchies who demonize it as a recreational activity for the lazy and the stupid. Despite our brothers in the US setting a clear example of harmony between this ‘drug’ and economy with Colorado as a prime example, reaching a $50 billion profit from legal cannabis sales; the UK continues to ignore the proposal. A working example of cannabis integration into society with a slogan that reads “less crime, more schools”. Yet here we are, a miserable country with our primary schools slowly shutting down with this looming terror of killer clowns. Individuals probably so bored, so restless of how little interesting things there are to do here that they have adopted violence as a solution to their ever growing spare time. Not to mention the fact that jobs are seeming to become not so dissimilar from a prancing unicorn, probably headed for a country where it can at least relax with a drug with proven health benefits as opposed to the notion of poisoning ourselves with binge drinking as a legal alternative. It is ridiculous! “Here have some poison… why not? The government said it is fine! Cost the NHS 6 BILLION EACH AND EVERY FUCKING YEAR! Go out, get drunk, start a fight from being so out of control of your bodily functions that you are left a rage full mess!”
Binge drinking alcohol is BAD for this country! Sure, in moderation it is fine, a few drinks with some friends can yield a terrific night. But do not come to me and say marijuana will cause me harm. Marijuana will not cause everyone who tries it to become a violent schizophrenic. Sure, if you are predisposed to being schizophrenic it can trigger it, but so can alcohol, gambling or pretty much anything considered legal by society. I can see why most people believe it, it is because we have been consistently subject to a string of misinformation since the days of primary school. I remember not even knowing what a drug was and being made to stand before my peers at the age of 11, spewing ‘facts’ found on pre-printed sheets they handed to us detailing how marijuana will kill you. If that isn’t brain washing, I don’t know what is.
A social stigma has been generated against users of the drug, setting them aside from the hard working individuals as the unemployed, uninterested ‘indictments’ of this generation. I am sick of it. We should all be tired of having friends thrown into jail for enjoying a drug which has helped the US in so many regions. Why not blow the lid off this silly state by state legalization and have it available everywhere. The UK (may) eventually get around to it, like it is a stack of dirty dishes ready to be cleaned yet remain. They could be taxing it, selling it, improving infrastructure, reopening schools… but no, the law remains unchanged and idle as the superpowers of this country seem to relish doing.
Rant over, tell me what you think.
Never a rose without a thorn
Never beauty without a beast
Perfection never without a price
Only beauty that is free.
Beauty within the eye of the beholder
Musters beauty from within
Spread your wings and fly above
The ones lost that delve in sin.
Let me explain… So I receive at least one spider bite every day, usually from entering a little known place we like to call ‘The Snug’. It is a place of relaxation, a place to game and provides decent lighting for my photography. The only problem (despite being a mess) is the spiders. They range from cutesy little ones to false widows that leave nasty bite marks. We came up with an efficient, pain free solution for exterminating the little buggers… A hammer.
The hammer (usually) sits in the ‘Spider killing utensil permissible zone’ but has been moved. The ‘zone’ is to ensure nobody hangs onto the hammer as it has resulted in physical confrontation, gorilla noises and getting wieldy with weapons. We have agreed to use our indoors voices.
The winner is announced during “Gentleman’s Club”, a deceiving title to our weekly congregation which accepts both males and females who have passed initiation. My picture has remained upon the board of misfortune for 6 weeks since the beginning of our club. Alas, my picture was taken down recently and a new winner replaced me. GC will remain shrouded in mystery, its laws are sacred and bound to members only.
My beautiful picture!
Check out Jennifers prompt here!
Ride the dragon that the lost chase
Lead them to a desolate place
Burn down the bridges
Lead the stranded to their fate
What was an idea forms reality through malice
Through hatred and anger
Justified killing for boredom and humor
When the ashes settle your God will see
It was this world that created me
A skeptic formed from rubble
The church roof has fallen
The waters left tainted
This child you bring us contaminates the sacred
The artwork was hand drawn and edited by yours truly. It is a piece I have been working on for the best part of 2 weeks. Any feedback on the poetry or the artwork would be much appreciated!
In response to Cee’s Photography prompt. This is perhaps my favorite photo I have taken all year, I have no idea what kind of flower it is (answers on a postcard please!)
See Cee’s Flower of the Day! competition here!
Alone I sit in abeyant slumber
A wishful word seeps ominous breath
Under lines written yet never spoken
A messaged bottle sunk deep into darkness
A reflective glimmer to entice curious hands
Reach towards with bated wisdom
Take heed the muffled cries
A severed tongue speaks no warning
The shining light only grows more distant
Thrashing water quickly returns to still and calm
The perfect murder with hidden tracks
Another victim of the bridge
Awaits others yet to join.
Photo taken in City Bank, Cirencester.