changing map

Changing Map

Europe is like a carpet made of left over textile and it is quite malleable

and can be changed shortened or made bigger. I used to know Crimea

as a part of the Soviet Union, but then, one day, it wasn´t; only it was

still there and had not changed shape only ownership.

And now to the contrived upset by UK, USA and EU – the use of mobile

phone speak is in- it is back in Russian hands. The change is here to stay,

but of course my holiday with Putin in Siberia is out  this year.

This re-occupation is nothing new, the Jews waited 2000 years before

occupying Palestine, they had once lived there as tribe. Mind it is not fair

to compare Crimea with Israel, in Crimea the people welcomed Russian rule,

In Palestine, the Jewish annexation was called a catastrophe.

the voice within

The Voice Within

Truth is a beautiful bird that seeks the light of knowledge

but it also has sharp talons to grab hold of and expose lies,

and falseness that dissipate in the sight of veracity.

But are all truths good for everyone isn´t there moments

in life when a small lie can safe life or stop the crying of

a distressed child or comfort the grieving?

The insistence of absolute truth can with time become

cold and tyrannical, shows no mercy holds no love, lacks

human understanding and passion.

Truth seeker can be sadists taking delight in suffering of

those who have been caught in the confusing of untrue,

of what professional liars call: “To misspeak”   

 Truth without empathy is therefore useless we need to

hear the inner voice and listen to its song; at dawn it sings

so softly you will be moved to make the right choice.

the great mother

The Great Mother

She was a famous mother of the church worked long hours

to help the poor die- with some dignity- on a straw mat.

 Total her dedication but bitter was her heart she prayed

to a god that did not deign to give her an replay just a long

enduring silence a telepathic phone call never answered

the hum of eternity, futility and nothingness.

The ungodly world recompensed her she was feted and

travelled first class meeting the high and influential and

movie stars were eager to have their photo taken with her.

She kissed the pope´s ring- few women get that accolade-

and the gallant pope with the world´s eye resting on him

kissed her hands. But her hart grew bitter in her old age she

lost faith and in her heart forswore his presence, pushed him

out like a suitor who only had empty promises in his sack.   

whstleblowers

Whistleblowers

I do not want to know a thing about whatever they tell me it is tainted

by self interest and veiled threats if you do not agree with the official

politics you must be a lover of the enemy. When a leader says: Those

who are not for me are against me.” You know free speech has lost,

in your own town, because the pressure to conform is a dragnet and

if you cannot accept this simple but lethal dictum, you are doomed yet

blessed by your moral compass it is clear as the summer sky in August.

But it is hard to not follow the stream to be different and you will ask

is it worth this misery I suffer for a little bit of truth when a sweet lie

could have made your life pleasant and with many important friends.

 But you know your life will not be good you betrayed yourself and

your conviction for a soft sofa and a picture in the paper.

 The worst thing a man can do is to betray his own believes what he

knows to be true and losing his soul. 

Annoying Russians

Annoying Russians

Bloody Russia, we thought the bear was tamed, we admired

Putin and smiled at his effort to look fit and young, just like us.

But we neglected to read about Russia´s turbulent history

while we slowly ensnared the country EU and NATO, and NGO´s

who spent much time talking behind the bear´s back.

 Ukraine, and our senseless acceptance of a coup against

a legal government, even though there soon will be an election,

was the last straw; and Crimea was its panicky reaction.

Not an occupation, the people voted to stay in the Russian federation,

and there was much rejoicing, vodka, wine and flag waving.

Election in Ukraine in May and it might surprise the west, who

With a new General Secretary- a Norwegian- who is as bland as

the Danish one, and equally without real power, because the true

might rests with USA.     

a day is a lifetime

A day, is a life time

I remember a track I used to walk it was uneven, exposed

olive tree roots were made smooth by sheep´s hooves.

I have taken pictures of places I used to walk look at them

now and feel regret that I shall not walk these paths again,

yet also-one has to say that or risk sounding bitter- thankful

that I was given the chance to walk there and see animals

those not yet domesticated like deer, wild boars, and rabbits

frolicking in the dandelion yellow glade of love.  

I feel sorry for household animals they are utterly in our power,

pat a goat´s head then slit its throat and think no more about it

all in a day´s work. Three couples of pensioners came here to

my village many years ago now they are dead victim of old age.

Just like goats we know nothing about the day, first a promising

sun, then the sudden stillness pale frost.  

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