chicken town

If you wait another day
I will wait a day
If you wait another day
I will wait a day
The time has got me in its sway
Though I'd like to ride away
I will wait another day

It's another day where the cloud hangs low and and the heat is high. Dogs continue to bark and the ants continue to scurry here there and everybloodywhere. The people dote sullenly, heads hung low and lacking any vitality. Any acknowledgement is a small but empty victory from any of these wreckages.

I have wandered the few streets of this town and seen nothing but corrugated roofed ramshackle buildings, scrawny chickens in the yard, old tyres for mosquito larvae, broken plant pots containing long dead plants, discarded lumps of rotting wood and clothing that have become rooted.

The barking and chicken crowing persist all day long and still it doesn't cease as evening falls on this deforested land; yet night after night the cloud clears to enable the moon and stars to gaze down on this pitiful spectacle. I shudder to understand why.

It started out as a bit of an adventure, a different environment in which to discover and explore. The novelty lasted for a while, about a day and a half, before it dawned on me there was no exploring to do and the only discovery was that of disgust as to why people allow this sad state of affairs, no pride, no respect and not even the slightest will to work together towards improvement..It's another day where the cloud hangs low and and the heat is high. Dogs continue to bark and the ants continue to scurry here there and everybloodywhere. The people dote sullenly, heads hung low and lacking any vitality. Any acknowledgement is a small but empty victory from any of these wreckages.

I have wandered the few streets of this town and seen nothing but corrugated roofed ramshackle buildings, scrawny chickens in the yard, old tyres for mosquito larvae, broken plant pots containing long dead plants, discarded lumps of rotting wood and clothing that have become rooted.

The barking and chicken crowing persist all day long and still it doesn't cease as evening falls on this deforested land; yet night after night the cloud clears to enable the moon and stars to gaze down on this pitiful spectacle. I shudder to understand why.

It started out as a bit of an adventure, a different environment in which to discover and explore. The novelty lasted for a while, about a day and a half, before it dawned on me there was no exploring to do and the only discovery was that of disgust as to why people allow this sad state of affairs, no pride, no respect and not even the slightest will to work together towards improvement..

Huh, maybe I'm a bit harsh towards the people. But it remains a shithole of a town. And to that I must add my own mental and physical conditions. Sore head, sore throat, hot chest, and a bundle of depression! Oh yes, this is the life. There is MJ though. The occasional hours together are still precious moments and I grasp them with both hands and clutch them with white fingers unwilling to let go but having to anyway!

This weekend I will spend in the city. Where there are parks and shops and entertainments to be found. Maybe not a wife, but a release from the constraints of shared accommodation dogs ants chickens and all the other annoyances.

And still I love .you

..ed

x

Beech fool

Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world

I'm nothing but a stranger in this world

I got a home on high in another land

So far away, so far away

Buses eh!!!

Speaking of which, I've been spending a lot of time on them recently. It's wearisome it really is.

Now I am in the country in which I am due to spend a large portion of the next section of my life and it seems to me it is going to be a time... A time unlike another time. A time unlike a time I have previously known. And since the future is always an unknown entity it is quite an obvious statement to make. Yes it's perfectly true that I am a fool.

Many things to consider at the moment. Many things to accept and try to not consider. I consider myself a fool. It makes any other explanation easier to accept. A fool to dig the holes a fool to keep on digging and a fool because it's easy. I don't really mind this. I know what I know and it's not as if I'm stupid. I'm not. Some people may think I am but I am aware of enough to know that I am not. I am not, however, clever. That would just be daft to go imagining that to be the case.

Tomorrow I will be A tree. A big swaying beech. Like the ones I know in Scotland. A very beautiful tree in my opinion. Great shape, leaves which are simple but everchanging. And the fruit is encased in these pleasingly textured pods that slowly curl open revealing the slim crispy cased nuts. Yes, a fine tree is the beech.

And it gets cold here. I feel the cold and it hurt my bones. I hate that cold. But This is not where I'm stopping this time I will move a little farther down the line into the jungle. onto that equator line where everything is weightless accept the weight of the mind....

I must now party.

My love to you once again is deep and strong

..ed

xx

andmoreagain

take this pill and wash it down
it'll bring out the beast in you
the road up to the past has long been closed
and what is that past to me now
an echo that just could not keep
from bouncing off a bricked up door

It's a good time to wait. It's a certainty that waiting will always come to an end, all things do!!!!

Where I now am is just north of the equator. I am going to live more or less right on it. That fat line neither north nor south. Just in the middle. and me so finely balanced, such a wonder of nature that has become infinitely equipoised as to create wonder from all those fortunate enough to bear witness. Ach, it's just fantastic//////////

There are problems in these times and most of them are mine. I just don't react well when I feel I should. I don't react quite often. I lay blame- if blame is the word I should use- on my upbringing, that way I feel less guilt - if guilt is the word I should use- ||||||||||||| now. If I were to be a bit more frank I would admit to my many faults and deliver unto thee a confessional jamboree. = you would not be interested-- I know you wouldn't. Nor would I.

My tummy is all tumblin'. I see a darkness, I like the song and the light can be blinding. But physically I feel less than fine.Mentally a nervy edge to all my thoughts, and nothing can take that from me. It will be just 4 days from this moment and I will be back in the bosom of my new family unit. After a six month intercontinental detachment, I will be once again in the arms of love. and experiencing the fantastic. oh, but what a complex set of emotions are running around in my noodle head,, an creating all sorts of side effects that are so hard to abate.

Am I happy? Are you asking? It's a philosophical conundrum. I refuse to be drawn-----

how times change.... and people, people also

I love you always

cheers

..ed

x