In the Therapists Chair.....Always looking for the bright side

Sometimes it is better not to fight the world.

Just lie back in June.  Feel the sun on your face.

Step back from the fray. 

Live to fight another day.

Let go.

Allow natures flow.

Follow with your heart.

Take the steps to fulfilment.

Ignore the world’s woe.

Allow your life’s desires to truly flow.

Allow the past to be passed. Open the window.

What others think is not your concern.

Life is our own journey and we all have our own lessons to learn.

Listen to your heart, not what others impart.

They have their own struggles to go through.

We can all be an A**e,

Even you and I.

They are only doing their best.

Part of human nature.

Another test.

We all have our cross to bare.

We all think life is unfair.

We all fight for our right to be heard.

We all get scared.

.

What we don’t do, is recognise our true potential.

We don’t listen when people say it’s ok,

But we all know

What’s good for us

And what doesn’t ring our bell.

There is no point in yanking a chain

That doesn’t want to flow.

Drugs don’t do the trick,

But we all know what and who produce the right buzz.

Clear your mind.

Make room for not feeling blue.

Love is the greatest thing that ever happens to you.

You know what you need.

Love will never let you hit the ground.

Love is life’s greatest game.

Live it or live in pain.

Don’t be afraid.

Pain is cleansing.

Once you are healed

Pure love will remain.

Life is what we make it.

It is up to us to break the chains.

Having the luck of the Irish

And a beautiful brain

Is pure gold in your name.

Time to truly live.

Stop feeling guilty, it’s a complete waste of god given energy.

Strive for what you know you can do.

Makes you so much stronger.

You know it’s true.

Listen to your mother.

Take the dive.

It is the only way

To break the circle.

Sit back in the June sunshine.

Be the lover you know you can be.

The past is the past.

Forget it.

Break free.

Approve of yourself.

You know you are loved.

Time to just be.

Then you will be ready to be loved equally.

You know you are a wonderful catch.

For the right partner a perfect match.

There is no escape from pains internal rape.

Guilt is revenges end.

Communication

Is our greatest friend.

Break free from tyranny.

Be who you want to be,

But don’t forget

To love.

It’s

Gods

Gift from above.

Love yourself.

Set yourself free.

And that’s all from Tai Chi Italy

And she walked out into the sunshine....smiling.

*Note* Written June 2007...first published Writerscafe April 2008...

I wrote this with a special someone in mind that was going through a hard time.  I know a lot of people who are going through lots of hard times at the moment and I am posting this here in the hope that some of those people will get something good from the read.  Please feel free to comment x

What makes her angry...(Warning Adult Not Content!)

Are pompous A**se holes

Who rip at anyone and anything

To fulfil their own sick goals.

What makes her angry,

Are vicious vipers of vulnerable souls.

All vultures and side swipers.

What makes her angry,

Are the deluded fools in authority.

Who rob the poorest to feed their greed

Their excessive devouring needs

Taken from the mouths of children

From which these blood suckers feed.

The HaliFat cats of Industry.

The Insurance verruca's on the big toe of humanity.

The sales representatives from hell.

The lawyers and judges who deceive.

Who never serve anyone but themselves so well.

The professional witnesses

Who hypocritically, don't have a clue,

Who got hit by what truck.

They just perform for the safest highest bidder,

Lawfully on cue!

The Corporations. The Head's of Industry

Should roll for bleeding poorer nations.

For rape of their resources.

Cutting off all future generations.

Choking our atmosphere.

Driving our wildlife to distinction

Year upon year. Leaders of political black gain.

No shit Shakespeare!

The whole shower make her sick and angry

And with this anger she will poetically,

Politically, and in every which way but loosely,

Use her muse.

To even the anger score.

This evil scourge on earth,

She will devour, day by day.

Hour by hour, until she is

A muse no more.

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Happiness is Not Budget Day

Happiness is

Knowing that your children will fulfil their lives and thrive.

Happiness is knowing where your next meal is coming from.

Happiness is keeping warm and secure.

Happiness is staying healthy under a medical system you can trust.

Happiness is feeling valued no matter your status.

Happiness is keeping the wolf from your door.

Happiness is having confidence in your society. Knowing that if things go wrong

your community will stand by you, be compassionate and strong. Pick you up. Never give up.

Unfortunately this government only has their 'own' kind in mind.

We are NOT all in 'this' together.

Happiness depends on earning a decent living in a society that takes pride in caring for their own.

Conservative means turning your back on the vulnerable and the poor.

Dickensian happiness for me, means standing up and demanding more! And upon this Conservative government, slamming the door shut. Never again to live under a dictatorship of callous add lib cuts.

Britain is not a happy place.

This Conservative Government is nothing but an unhappy disgrace.




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The Bedroom Tax

Ordinary working class people, who happen to live in ‘Social Housing’ are being attacked because of this hideous tax.

Once upon a time a Council House was considered yours for life.  It was yours in all but name on the deeds.  Somewhere you could finally call home.

My grandmother was one of the first in the country to be given a council house.  She was very proud of her semi-detached, red brick, 3 bedroom home.  It was quite small but had a neat little front and back garden, a lock up outside room/shed/workshop, and a coal bunker.  She also had a tidy little garage that took up part of the back garden.  But most importantly, it was home for her and her young family.  Yes! Her children grew up and left home, but it was still her, her husband (granddad) and her youngest daughter’s (Auntie) home, until the day she died.  By this time she had purchased her little red brick house, but if she had not, it would have continued to be her secure and family home.

This Bedroom tax is worse than the old forgotten ‘Window Tax' where people were charged extra for each window in their homes.  The window tax resulted in many homes blocking in their windows.  This bedroom tax will sweep away all hope of community life for every working class family in the country.  It is disgusting and immoral.  It has demeaned all tenants in the media as scroungers who should be grateful to be housed at all! (the propaganda machine is grinding mercilessly away at every opportunity)

This cruel tax will ultimately force people to move away from their friends and families.  It is forcing young families to lose their family security within their communities.  They become detached. Living far away from Granny and Grandad, uncles and aunts, cousin, and friends that they have known all their lives.  It is destabilising young children’s lives by uprooting them from everything they know and cherish.  In many instances this is happening all because a brother or sister left home.  Or perhaps a parent died.

Those left behind, such as single parents who already struggle to survive in these times of forced  austerity, caused by no fault of their own making, are left with two choices.  Either pay the tax and tighten their already tight belts, or move away.  Cut all ties.  Live in cramp, basic housing, somewhere they know no one.  The social infrastructure of their whole life time, gone.  No family to support them.  No friend who cares.  New school for the kids.  New places.  New faces.  Becoming the ‘Outsiders’ who never takes root. 

This Tax is a shabby and shameful tax by a conservative government, who serve only their own interests.  They put the boot in.  Kick the working class out in the cold.  It is time to fight back!