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There are two signs on a building in my street.
One says no urination, the other no defecation.
I assume they’re for the attention of my canine companion.
But she can’t read.
Am I expected to read them to her? I think not.
That must mean they’re meant for humans?
Maybe someone once dropped trou and went to the toilet on the footpath?

Unattainable dreams, still-born in planning. Once possible but no longer.
We became I, our my, and those shared dreams will forevermore be unrealised.

What’s done is done, and will always be. Happiness and love, the touch of skin, quiet sounds of breath, a warm smile, a knowing look, sitting together, just being, holding hands, complete understanding
and acknowledgement
and acceptance.

Our unrealised dreams have crumbled and fallen to dust and now only memories remain.

But that’s ok, because you’re still alive there.

I used to be happier… I think
Each day is mostly indistinguishable from the one after it.. or is that the one before?
The longer the time line however, the more evident the change, so looking back I know things have changed.
And everything has changed so much
Life used to be uncomfortable but exciting and new
Work brought joy and creating things with my hands and my mind brought fulfilment
Striving to Improve the lives of those I loved, and indirectly, my own
Seeking experiences that exploded fireworks in the brain
Love was everything

Now gigalitres have passed under the bridge
And life is more comfortable, but the daily routine grinds and nothing inspires that once familiar joy.
But I think that’s ok because change is constant
Returning to things once enjoyed is like retracing your own footsteps in the sand and repeated things don’t feel the same as discovery.
But life is comfortable right now… and I’m taking a quick breath while I rediscover myself… and seek inspiration… and change some more.

… with apologies to George Orwell’s 1984

Obese mouthpiece full of conceit
with all of the news that your people secrete
what should we think of your 3am Tweets?
about fake protesters who march in the streets
and weaponized prejudice, a proud battle piece
enforced by a new brand of black clad police
your icy enforcers whom you’re proud to release
and no care for those innocents who find their decease
or the spin on the news that their memory maltreats
How you still hold power, wonders won’t cease
Bums in seats boys, bums in seats
Now get out of my way and do what I say
… because War is Peace

Land of the free, is this some kind of knavery?
Your bullying behaviour is so far from bravery
You strut around cocksure in a manner unsavory
and your random behaviour exemplifies vagary
causing stock volatility with your tariff chicanery
and all the while holding an air quite dictatory
Look under the covers though and it’s all a bit quavery
but just do what we tell you
… because Freedom is Slavery

Your eyes don’t see what your eyes see
Your ears don’t hear what they hear
You can have all you want if you’ll just bend the knee
Just believe I’m really sincere
What’s happening now, we can hold but a tenth
because it’s confusing when the lies are repeated at length
and there’s the concept of a plan to look after your health
Don’t worry, trust me
… Ignorance is Strength

– War is peace –
– Freedom is slavery –
– Ignorance is strength –