Saturday 16th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 16, 2021 by bishshat

Wednesday 13th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 14, 2021 by bishshat

Jonathan

BJH

Circles in the sky
White as paper fly
Sound of seagulls crying fills the air
High above the lonely one is there
Jonathan he cares
To feel better

Like the passing wind
Swooping down again
Waitin’ for the sun to turn to night
Find him miles away in endless flight
Longing to be free
Telling you and me

Give me wings to fly
Tell me why, tell me why
The answer must be heard
And from a lonely bird
He’s giving us a reason to believe

See the painted silver sunlight on his wing
As he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward
Flying as to music you can hear him sing
Like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh

Give me wings to fly
Tell me why, tell me why
The answer must be heard
And from a lonely bird
He’s showing us the way we can be free

Friday 8th December 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 8, 2021 by bishshat

Frosty Friday

How many times can a heart be broken?
Until it’s not there anymore
I guess was the answer to myself.
When the last tear has dried on the spot
Where the last tear dried only moments before.
Pain is really our only reward
For what is love without sorrow?
What is day without night?
What is warmth without a bitter frost?
What would a life be worth without an end?
A Friday without a Monday
Is just another day
To love is to know pain
But how I wish
How I wish
I had never understood
The reasons it is so

Bish Friday 8th January 2021

In 1935, the guards at the Lichtenburg concentration camp had ordered prisoners to stage a performance in celebration of Hitler’s 46th birthday; the imprisoned lawyer Hans Litten recited “Die Gedanken sind frei” in response

Thoughts are Free

Thoughts are free, who can guess them?
They fly by like nocturnal shadows.
No person can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!

I think what I want, and what delights me,
still always reticent, and as it is suitable.
My wish and desire, no one can deny me
and so it will always be: Thoughts are free!

And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon,
all these are futile works,
because my thoughts tear all gates
and walls apart: Thoughts are free!

So I will renounce my sorrows forever,
and never again will torture myself with whimsies.
In one’s heart, one can always laugh and joke
and think at the same time: Thoughts are free!

I love wine, and my girl even more,
Only her I like best of all.
I’m not alone with my glass of wine,
my girl is with me: Thoughts are free!

Thursday 7th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 7, 2021 by bishshat

Wednesday 6th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 6, 2021 by bishshat

The actions on Capital Hill shocked even me yesterday.

There is only one person to blame for all this!

Land Of Confusion

Genesis

I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They’re moving into the street

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger’s gone away
But I can see the fire’s still alight
There burning into the night

There’s too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Ooh Superman where are you now
When everything’s gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there’s not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago

I won’t be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We’re not just making promises
That we know, we’ll never keep

Too many men
There’s too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion

Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we’re given
Stand up and let’s start showing
Just where our lives are going to

Almost exactly four years ago, Donald Trump stood on the steps of the Capitol building and denounced “American carnage” in his inaugural address. Yesterday, the same spot was the scene of carnage of the President’s own creation as his supporters forced their way into the building to interrupt the certification of the Joe Biden election victory that Trump has spent weeks baselessly claiming was stolen.

Rioters smashed windows, tore down an American flag and replaced it with a TRUMP 2020 banner, vandalised some of American democracy’s most sacred spaces and breached both the House and Senate chambers, while legislators, their aides, members of the press and other congressional staff were evacuated to underground bunker while others sheltered wherever they could and barricaded themselves inside offices.

Four people are dead. More are injured. Pipe bombs were found outside the headquarters of the Republican National Committee and the Democratic National Committee.

Tuesday 5th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 5, 2021 by bishshat

Monday 4th January 2021

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Sunday 3rd January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 3, 2021 by bishshat

On Watching Saving Mr Banks

Your parents really do control your life
Well they do but you don’t always notice it
Through those years when you’re direction is set by them
The orders they gave that you thought was love
Never answering back in my case
Dad not there too often
Working, working, working
Mom not there either after a certain age
Working, working and bingo
Egg sandwiches left on a plate
Nan taking the reins before bedtime
Dad was never a friend
Mom was never a hen
I found it a struggle to be loved with a hard love
Disciplined
Keep your space tidy, toys away at the end of every day
Toys and pets sold if you didn’t play with them
I was never in any trouble
I was never a rebel
I was never anywhere I should not be
Mom always questioned my spending
My dad was my hero
I loved my mom so much
But I never felt their love for me
I really didn’t
Not in a way I wanted
Was it the way they were treated by their parents
That gave them so much of a hard and cold shoulder?
Difficult times I guess
I watched my father die
I watched my mother die
They left me but I hold their lessons tightly
And still keep a tidy space
A secret shared is safe with me
Mums the word
I still hide things I spend my pennies on
Still secretive even now
Above all else I try to be a friend to my son
And I show him and my grandsons
A love beyond sensible
So much so that the love I give them hurts me
I cannot cope with loss even if it’s a painful memory
Biting deep memories gate crash my every day and night
Always, always for me the darkness subdues the light

Bish January 3rd 2021

Saturday 2nd January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 2, 2021 by bishshat

Friday January 1st 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 1, 2021 by bishshat

2021

As another year comes
Like a beast of numbers
The world turns
Dates and time rolling
In this man made hell
The sunrise and moonshine
There is the real time
Not for them this fake turning of calendar
Not this happy New Year count of misery
I’m in bed before the tolling of twelve
No cheers at midnight
No embrace
No cuddles
Just a lonely step into another year
It’s written like a bill to be paid
Is it the start of something new?
Not really
It just plays along
One more striking bell
One more year where my back aches earlier
Where my pulse grows weaker
My zest for life ages with my body
No amount of fireworks from neighbours joys
Can brighten my face to raise a toast to its coming
It’s just as scary as it always is
Just as sad as it always was
Sleep does not come with beautiful dreams
Only a sorrow that makes me wish
That It all be gone

Bish January 1st 2021