I had a spectacular failure of a jean buying trip last weekend - as in I didn't find any jeans. In fact I didn't buy anything. The only thing that tempted me on my trek round Matalan and Peacocks (I know - fancy) was a half price pie dish.
I don't think I'd be alone amoung women in thinking buying a pie dish on a jean buying trip is admitting failure as in: 'what the hell, I've got a muffin top in these jeans - lets go home and make a pie instead - mmm pie'.
So in the end I couldn't quite bring myself to buy the pie dish. I'll have to do a cooking equipment shop this weekend - I think success is pretty certain.
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Extract - 2nd person met on the journey
This is a conversation with the second person Pilgrim meets:
'Drawn on my shoe is a green leaf,
You can’t see it, it’s underneath,
Look, see if to you it speaks’
‘I see darkness and confusion’
I said ‘Robbery and prison,
I see a childhood robbed of joy,
Then you a wily older boy,
I see you drugged, You in a daze,
Freedom sought through toxic haze,
A corpse outside Boots the Chemist,
A death not mourned, a life not missed’,
‘Freedom sought, to a large degree,
Was cause of my dependency.
My mother drank, she was depressed,
No joy she took in my first breath.
As a teenager I was mean,
Then sought out the free party scene,
The dancing people cared for me,
I rode on waves of Ecstasy,
The freedom and camaraderie,
That was my first dependency,
A few years on, memory shot,
I saw they didn’t care a lot,
Freedom and Love without true form,
Don’t last so long, don’t last at all,
So I sought freedom not in Trance,
That manic, crazy, chemical dance,
But instead in oblivion,
The silk steel grip of heroine.
I was a nasty piece of work,
Down alleys, hungry, would I lurk,
3 times the Judge rehab ordered,
The last time, by all so battered,
I prayed my chains would break and fall,
I felt some peace, some glimmer small.
But 8 year chains are strong indeed,
I held my chains and fed my need,
And there you see me sleeping deep,
I crumpled, ruined, heroin heap.
The Lord’s kindness and great mercy,
In me a mustard seed did see,
He raised me up, and re-clothed me,
And to my joy, in him I saw,
All I had sought, and so much more.’
I looked in to his bright green eyes,
Entirely free, just so alive.
'Drawn on my shoe is a green leaf,
You can’t see it, it’s underneath,
Look, see if to you it speaks’
‘I see darkness and confusion’
I said ‘Robbery and prison,
I see a childhood robbed of joy,
Then you a wily older boy,
I see you drugged, You in a daze,
Freedom sought through toxic haze,
A corpse outside Boots the Chemist,
A death not mourned, a life not missed’,
‘Freedom sought, to a large degree,
Was cause of my dependency.
My mother drank, she was depressed,
No joy she took in my first breath.
As a teenager I was mean,
Then sought out the free party scene,
The dancing people cared for me,
I rode on waves of Ecstasy,
The freedom and camaraderie,
That was my first dependency,
A few years on, memory shot,
I saw they didn’t care a lot,
Freedom and Love without true form,
Don’t last so long, don’t last at all,
So I sought freedom not in Trance,
That manic, crazy, chemical dance,
But instead in oblivion,
The silk steel grip of heroine.
I was a nasty piece of work,
Down alleys, hungry, would I lurk,
3 times the Judge rehab ordered,
The last time, by all so battered,
I prayed my chains would break and fall,
I felt some peace, some glimmer small.
But 8 year chains are strong indeed,
I held my chains and fed my need,
And there you see me sleeping deep,
I crumpled, ruined, heroin heap.
The Lord’s kindness and great mercy,
In me a mustard seed did see,
He raised me up, and re-clothed me,
And to my joy, in him I saw,
All I had sought, and so much more.’
I looked in to his bright green eyes,
Entirely free, just so alive.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
A Journey into Light and Shadow - Extract
I've been playing with a poem, far too long to post in full, for some time. Anyway here is an extract. This is a conversation with the first person Pilgrim meets on her journey:
All round the dress near to the ground,
A purple stripe wound right around,
‘Look close’ she said, I said ‘I see
Golden figures in Tennessee,
A shape within a mothers womb,
Deep shades of love and shades of gloom,
I see cruel chains round God made feet,
Loud cries to God and summer heat,
Small acts of kindness, a child sweet,
I see your life, and then I see,
All chains fall off, you standing free’
'That is my tale
Many are common on the earth,
And few are of a royal birth,
I was not. Nothing did I own,
Not my flesh, my blood, my bone,
I was ripped from my mother’s breast,
My days were bound I found no rest,
Deep in the south I worked the field,
Through blood and sweat they gave their yield,
But though my moisture fed earth,
It was not mine, but just my work.
Through prayers to God I touched ‘The Free’,
Now here I’m free eternally.’
All round the dress near to the ground,
A purple stripe wound right around,
‘Look close’ she said, I said ‘I see
Golden figures in Tennessee,
A shape within a mothers womb,
Deep shades of love and shades of gloom,
I see cruel chains round God made feet,
Loud cries to God and summer heat,
Small acts of kindness, a child sweet,
I see your life, and then I see,
All chains fall off, you standing free’
'That is my tale
Many are common on the earth,
And few are of a royal birth,
I was not. Nothing did I own,
Not my flesh, my blood, my bone,
I was ripped from my mother’s breast,
My days were bound I found no rest,
Deep in the south I worked the field,
Through blood and sweat they gave their yield,
But though my moisture fed earth,
It was not mine, but just my work.
Through prayers to God I touched ‘The Free’,
Now here I’m free eternally.’
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