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Love

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What is love? To hold a hand when no one else will.

To reach out when all has been ignored, to bend to ways long forgotten or to change someone for worse.

To live with all the broken promises, to let the lies be believed. To forget about your misinterpretations, to kneel in front and offer peace.

To let be and not ask questions of the future, to analyse all actions gone, to breathe in new opportunities, let the passion die and move on.

To hold and care when all is broken, to give time and space to change the way. To sing and dance and smile and cuddle or stand back and give grace.

It will never always be the same and old passions twist the mind. But at one moment it is exciting, and love will always be blind.

Words

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Always the same, like emotions, they are just our understanding of physiological responses to our thoughts.

Our body sweats, scared, fatigued, hot… simple. But then you see, the words get all twisted up and used to make people feel a certain way. Words should not push the feeling, feeling should push the word.

Then it all gets kinda complex. Do I feel the feeling because of the words or do I really see the thing and feel the truth. Or my truth at least.

Too many factors, the experiment would have too many variables to make a clear evaluation.

Anyway Paradise.

He laughed to himself.

Steps

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Tears well in sore eyes, mind race, thoughts divide. 

Uncertain future, past words, good bad and honest 

Build tempest seas and darken forest 

Memories of times when life without worry seemed hard and choices all made in a hurry 

Could bend and warp peace of mind but now, in the balance, just, just give me a sign

Tell me I’m safe, give me the words… will I live to see her universe

Will she grow old, will I grow old? Will she teach and sow, all the things i thought I know

Will he be safe and strong without, my soul to guide to talk, to walk, to shout

All questions will in the end be answered and answers not thought become our masters 

But okay I not know your philosophy I not know what strength you need to believe, but a laughter I remember strong, a smile so wide and eyes clear, pure no wrong

So let not clouds and thoughts steer belief away to live every moment in every day. 

People

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She arrived expecting the worst. Expecting a melee of people surrounding the boat, demands, shouts, orders and offers. But as they neared the pier there was no one.

Something must have happened. Perhaps else where, perhaps downtown. Perhaps, oh, a thought suddenly jumped into Beth’s mind. What day was it? Maybe a holiday. The market day might have changed. Shit she thought to herself.

She cut the engine and drifted toward the docking bay. The fear of the crowds and demands turned into the need for people. How was she to sell if no one was there. The ice was already on the turn. Her stock wouldn’t last. Well at least the sun was shining.

Something to Say

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At first when I saw her she looked fierce, she skilfully navigated her way in and out of the umbrellas with no more or less than a moment for everyone. When we spoke she corrected my Greek with a smile and moved on. But as time passed I noticed a softness behind her steely demeanour and then out of the blue as we passed on the stairs she spoke to me.

‘I saw your van, wooow… It’s amazing’

I blushed a little mind racing to find something interesting to say. ‘Thanks, it’s super simple though…’ thoughts rattled around in my head like a pin ball… was I sure she was talking about my van? Did she see Jan’s van? When? Fuck. ‘I like it, it’s cool, it’s got everything I need, but it’s simple, you know I don’t have a sink or solar… well I have… but…’ What are you saying? Shut up!! I shouted at myself.

‘I am thinking of buying a van’, she rescued me, now I had something to say.

Sound Bites and Stories

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‘Okay we have time for one more… Black t-shirt, red hat at the back.’

‘Thank you, James Peterson, Mail. You said that your motivation for writing came from reading and from nature do you believe that the Nature First movement is affectively shining a light on our global warming problems?’

There was a pause while the author pieced together his response. He had it clear in his head, he knew what he wanted to say, but to make it clear was the reason for his silence. The lack of sound within the room made the guests start to fidget. He sucked in some air and the wrinkles around his eyes stretched to his ears.

‘I get my inspiration from the things around me, it isn’t necessarily nature or reading, it could be an interaction between a bin man and a bin. It could be the way he leaves the lid open so all the rubbish is put in one bin and not the other, saving him time when he has to empty them. It doesn’t matter what it is, just that there is something interesting going on. That there is a story. But you see this story telling has started to cause problems.’

He paused for a moment, while the journalists ruffled their papers and scratched their pens.

‘Writers have been doing it for years to get people to read their books or watch their films, but now we have a problem because everybody creates a narrative to gain traction for their,’ he struggled to find the word, ‘modus operandi and to get people attracted to it. They create a sound bite, in this case Nature First. But it’s bullshit the words don’t mean anything, the tagline is purely to gather the relevant opinions to one place, I say relevant, but the thoughts are not relevant they are momentary, ill thought through and lacking substance, or lacking credible story, but because of the volume of them they are perceived as true or popular. I genuinely think that the majority of comments are actually bots. But hey, maybe I am wrong. Anyway I digress, but I would prefer it if you asked questions about my thoughts on global warming or nature, rather than these references to media campaigns.’

The Mail reporter looked slightly puzzled frowned and re-phrased his question. ‘Do you think we are doing enough…’

He was cut short, ‘I don’t know… I just think that we need better information to have a proper opinion and people should not deal in headlines.’

Navigation

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The regime was strict, roles and responsibilities were clearly defined and the swarm delivered. There were no complaints and no disobedience, but in time the workers were drawn to the cascade.

‘Have you ever flown between the sticks?’

‘You mean pass the wall between the bombs?’

‘Yea’

‘No that’s crazy, if you get hit with one of them it’s over. You’ll end up spinning in circles in the water below.’

‘Terry did it last week.’

There was a hush around the group as the story sunk in. ‘No way, that’s not true Terry wouldn’t even take on the keeper, he once told me he is scared of the walkers. The honey thieves. There is no chance he would take on the bombs.’

‘He did and he said it was the most incredible feeling ever. Clean wings no gold dust, and when he said clean, it wasn’t just like wiping your antennas, he said he could fly twice as fast, like those dragon flys.’

‘Shut up, are you telling me he flew into some of the bombs? Like they actually hit him?’

‘Yea, he took four or five hits’

‘And he didn’t crash, he was able to handle the weight?’

‘Yea he said it was hard, the force of the water was big, but he said he just held on.’

‘Was he in the air?’

‘Not sure, he was definitely on the stick for a few, but one might have hit him in the air.’

‘Brrrrr..’ Jay rolled his lips shaking his head in disbelief, ‘I don’t believe it, crazy… and he said he could fly twice as fast?’

‘That’s what he said.’

‘Wow’ Jay looked over at the cascade, dreaming of speed.

Back to the Past

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Money was coming into the town, which was good for the villagers, but meant that they had to put up with the habits of the newcomers, some of which were more tolerable than others. But there were some, who lived alone, that were still not accustomed to seeing new faces. They were known in the village as the mountain people for the obvious reason that they lived in small shacks high in the mountains. They farmed the land and kept livestock so the after affects of the blackout had had little effect on them.

The reliance on the blue vein had disabled many people’s ability to think for themselves but these people still had the old skills and their customs hadn’t changed for many years.

As the newcomers grew in numbers so did their interest in the wider countryside.

James stood in the cave that overlooked the valley his eyes fixated on the three men that were moving down the hillside, they slowly traversed down the earthy goat path making sure not to slip on the loose terrain. He had not seen any foreigners in a long time, but he didn’t want them to see him, so he picked up his satchel and made his way back to the hut.