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Were You Me – Lyric

Were You Me

Lyric

Watching out the window on a cloudy day
Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes
Faces through my ages floating in grey space
There’s so little that’s left out in front
There’s so much that got left behind
Got more that keeps hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out this window could take all day
Caught up in all that gave me my shape
Faces of some, only the name remains in place
Why even worry about what’s in front
Why would it matter if it bites my behind
Don’t need more to keep hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out that window took all day
Caught up in what needs put in shape
Faces, could manage one more with grace
When you can find someone up front
When it matters you can leave behind
Finding there’s so much life to hang on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Were I you and you me
          You’d know it don’t end until the day you leave

G.R. Hambley ©
May 13, 2017

Lost And Found – Lyric

Lost And Found

Lyric

The times wearing me on down
no time for any little thing
Sprung from the trap you set
gonna take the fast road back
Minds been made up for days
not giving explanations
Packed for the morning run
stalking off down ninety-five

          Lost and found, then on the run again
          Lost and found, then given up on again
          Lost and found, then lost again and again

Wondering how I’d let things go so far
why I hadn’t told you so sooner
Won’t ever regret calling your truth
washed your living lie off me
You said you gave all your heart
lie was that you gave it to me
Found your first love on my time
no denying the worst no one needs

          Lost and found, then on the run again
          Lost and found, then given up on again
          Lost and found, then lost again and again

Turning the key brings freedoms sweet roar
highway companion on the ready road
Salt fresh air and a see nothing stare
throwing all your words to the wind
Looking for where hell met heaven
a day the sun kissed the moon
Miles clicking by at an alarming rate
one more hour and this heart can’t wait

          Lost and found, hearts running again
          Lost and found, hearts not giving up again
          Lost and found, heart’s alive and loving again

G.R. Hambley ©
March 10, 2017

Once Again – Lyric

Once Again

Lyric

Once again freedom’s crying
ringing out while on the run
It falls to the old ones
those who long ago came of age
We’re going to have to show them
teach our children’s children well
Their parents already lost
gone to the combine’s blade

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

Our whole world’s under attack
some screaming no salvation
Old and young on the life line
together we make the stand
Until this threat to freedom is taken down
gone away and with a plan
Leave the lost ones to bake their heads
jacked in for their electronic feedings

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

Shadow figure sedition taking the news social
solicitous we, searching out the blight
The war against the dictators can be won
screamers of the oppressive regimes silenced
When you doubt and when you stumble
we’ll be right there to help you along
None will be left when we’re done
freedom, for our children’s, children’s, children

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

G.R. Hambley ©
January 05, 2017

Throw A Faggot On The Fire This New Year!

Throw A Faggot On The Fire This New Year!

The day of and or night and or maybe even the new year already depending where you are in the moment on this planet. To the other PPL (porifera planetary life) who may be looking to soak up knowledge, happy existence!

You can close your mouth now cuz I’m going to explain the title and a few other things as well.

On the morning of the 30th I heard a Gay man say to two other Gay men, “Enjoy your faggots”. Please make sure you processed what I wrote correctly. It was, “Your” and not, “You”.

I put one hand on hip, finger wagging the other and I gave the person who said it a couple, “Oh no you didn’t” lines. It was a perfect portrayal of the Black woman who gave me the, “Oh no you didn’t” a couple weeks back. I’ll get to it.

Me and that Gay man started talking about the word Faggot and I told him the first place I encountered that word. It was in a haunted castle ghost story. I was in grade 3 or 4 at the time. I’ll save you the trouble of looking it up. There are 2 definitions in my thesaurus for the use of “Faggot” as a noun; “a bundle of sticks and branches bound together” is one and the derogatory remark is the other. The hero in the story was talking to the ghost when the throwing faggots on the fire statement was made.

There was a time and I hadn’t heard it used for a very long time before today when cigarettes were referred to as faggots or fags.

We talked a little bit and I made my point emphatically that words are not bad. Words are wonderful and you know this, it’s what gets done with the words by people that make it ugly.

That Gay man went on tell me, the flaming hetero in this story about his reading “Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland” and trying to wrap his head around the frequent use of “Queer”. He went on to say he’d only ever known the word queer as how it is applied to Gay people before reading that book.

I bounce my stuff off one person as the piece is in process. I’m told by that person they also know the term, “Flaming Hetero” to be not homophobic, but hateful towards Gays. My use of the term is the same as my previous uses, fashion sensible.

I called that Black Woman the “C” word. I can’t believe she went all indignant on me! How many of you thought I’d say uppity? How many were hoping I’d use uppity as the descriptor? I even proved what I called her was correct by her own words, “Conservative”. The look on her face when I explained my reasoning for saying such a despicable, dastardly thing to her, a thing of beauty!

That black woman and I are friendly. We like each other. We are part of the same community. We see each other from time to time and always enjoy the shared company and conversation. We don’t always agree either.

We are both progressive and we are both conservative. Both of us can use all the words and appreciate the ability to use all the words. We know multiple meanings for some of the words too. In other words, we’re literate and literal.

If some of the head in phone sexting and gossiping set actually read and understood words, we’d all be better off. Right bae? Don’t look to me for spelling; I actually use the word “Babe” or “Baby” when that is what I mean. Terribly old school and insensitive I know, and yet, I just don’t care and use them anyway.

Just the thought of Dylan’s, “Baby Stop Crying” as “Bae Stop Cry”, phhh…..inish my thought. You’ll quite probably be correct even if it isn’t politically correct.

I do not tolerate the Liberal PC Set screwing with language. I will not tolerate that same Liberal holier than thou PC Set telling me about diversity and harmony. I live it, as the others in this community live it.

The community is eclectic and we like it that way. There is affluence and poverty and colour and same sex orientation and different positions on faith and we all get along quite nicely. No, we are not holding hands and singing Kumbaya as the homogenized all inclusive no diversity Liberal proles in the making set would like. We like it that way too because we also respect and appreciate that we are all different.

I can’t remember exactly where I saw it a couple weeks back but some Liberal (or moron) wanted to keep multilingualism with globalization. Why is it everyone but big “L” Liberals sees the problem with multilingualism in a global village? Those big “L” Liberals don’t see the problem because their stunted means of communication is all everyone needs and if you don’t believe it just ask them.

Words and communicating are one of those critical imperatives for everyone. How do I know this? Because like those of the RITE who think they’re right, I know because I’m never wrong.

Enjoy your New Year Eve, how ever you choose to spend it. May 2017 be kinder to us all than 2016 was and may your fire never be without faggots!

G.R. Hambley ©
December 31, 2016

Falling Apart – Lyric

Falling Apart

(Lyric)

These days are almighty long
the nights so lonely
Giving the best for the cheque
spending nights in hazy dread
Remembering those afternoon delights
now none and nowhere to be found

Born to be worn on
worn on down
set down deep

Flew far from what wasn’t home
so much done with no regret
Climbing on to the last dance dream
never noticed the music end
Left alone to the falling apart
the hopes all slipping away

Born to be worn on
worn on down
set down deep

Young they say is wasted on the young
thirty-three and don’t remember when
Mirror, mirror where’d it all go
lines long as sidewalk cracks
What’s left not what it started out to be
no one to run to too tell

Born to be worn on
worn on down
set down deep

No solace, no consolation prize
can’t even get blind
There’s so little point anymore
it’s all fallen apart
Tears from a lost life dripping
drying on the gun in hand

Born to be worn on
worn on down
set down deep
down deep in the ground

G.R. Hambley ©
December 18, 2016

Symptomology – Sonnet

Symptomology

Sonnet

Honest mindful opinion colliding, colluding with emotionality
One approaches cautiously from a position rational to the mind
Whilst almost aware of the fret stepping above, the heart setting time
Deliciously intoxicating with a bitter twist, sober agonizing
Once upon a day of wayward thoughts, epiphany in therapy
In arguments, arrows; in agreements, nods; in passion, blind
Life in love, the carriage ride of the ridiculous and sublime
Once all bars have been annotated, pathways to harmonizing
Voice of insistent pleasing, swearing one and one make one
Each night restless, heart lays heavy beneath clammy flesh
The waking on the morrow, serenade of mourning doves
Having essence fill all the senses, which from you shall not run
Eye promise, the light that binds, two lives, two souls, enmesh
Ecstasy truly is that one and one are one in their divine love

G.R. Hambley ©
December 01, 2016

Remembrance Day 2016

Remembrance Day 2016

Remembering what those that went before us gave so that we enjoy the freedom we do. Remembering that fighting for freedom is still necessary.

I have family that was in service including one I never met.

The one of my family I never met was my paternal Grandfather. That man was killed in WW II. A dispatch rider hit by a truck at night under black out conditions. It was one of our trucks.

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A father and uncle who were in the Canadian Navy. A great uncle who was in WW II. Another uncle who was an Air cadet and went on to Canadian Army Reserve. My Father joined the Canadian Army Reserve too. I have a cousin by marriage that was a United States Marine. The cousin that man married, born in Canada, served in the U.S. National Guard.

My own service was Air Cadets Canada.

You would expect that with all the centuries of warring the world wouldn’t be as tough a place as it is. Sadly and stupidly, this not the case. We don’t have to remember because we are reminded on a daily basis that oppression and war are still integral to the operation of this planet.

There is more talk of making November 11th a holiday in Canada. It’s a shame it is easier to get people to stop for a whole day than it is to get them to stop for 2 minutes at the 11th hour.

Remembrance Day 2015
Remembrance Day 2014

G.R. Hambley – November 10, 2016
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In The Quiet Of The Night – Lyric

In The Quiet Of The Night

(Lyric)

Half past midnight and finally free
free from the demands of a clamoring world
World moving so fast it’s hard to keep your feet
feet feel like miles and the miles feel like hell
Hell just might be the better place to hang
hang until these blues fade back to black

So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night

Tryin’ to drift away like in that old song
song in my heart that’ll maybe save my soul
Soul feels like it’s been laid out bare
bare and stripped away from the bone
Bone tired with a mind gone out of touch
touch is something that I’ve been out of too

So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night

Heart needs to let the head fly free
free to make a little fantasy flight
Flight from here to there with no ticket to return
return for what when there’s no who at home
Home as empty as the liars solemn promise
promise of the wish made on a shooting star

So so good to be here alone
alone with the quiet of the night

Stars fading in and out among the clouds
clouds drifting away to where they go
Go quietly with that good night they do
Do I or don’t I just blindly turn away
Away with the blues and the black too
too many nights left to go on lonely but…

So so good to be here alone
alone and living with the quiet of the night

G.R. Hambley ©
October 27ish, 2016

Fallen Angel – Lyric

Fallen Angel

Lyric

Newly fallen she wakes to a different world today
And she’s never
never been on her own before
Went from home on the hill to a home on loan
And she doesn’t have
have even a single soul she can call
Tears are dried, makeup’s so artfully applied
And when she leaves
leaves the door to her heart locked up tight

Prowling round, lost and won’t be found
Angel fell from such an unhappy place
Angel landed in such a strange space
Angel with no smile on her face

The turning heads say she’s coming this way
And there she is
she’s the haunted hunting kind
Nails tapping out some tune only she knows
And she’s marking time
time stepping along the broken road of her life
Not seeing at all and seeing everyone she passed by
And she’s aloof
aloof in the world that’s her lonely desire

          Prowling round, lost and can’t be found
          Angel fell from a place of fame
          Angel landed in the space of blame
          Angel with the face of shame

Spends her day roaming blindly from shop to shock
And she cries
cries tears that no one will ever see fall
Heads her way home to die a little more behind that door
And she hates
hates that tomorrow is just one more heartless day
One more loveless day gone in a broken angel’s paradise
And she wants
wants the world to turn again for her for just one day

G.R Hambley ©
October 03, 2016

Not Caring Is Endearingly Canadian

Not Caring Is Endearingly Canadian

Why do you care? Why is it important to you that I must care about your cause or what you believe?

The worst thing you can do to a Canadian is make them care. We love not having to care. Cause Groups would be much better off asking people not to care.

You would be better served if I don’t care. It’s when you make me care that I have to say and or do something. You’d be better served asking me to continue to not care. I can usually do that quite nicely.

Why is it important to you that I care who you have sex with? Why is it important to you whom I have sex with? If you aren’t doing it with me, a child, or someone that you’ve tied up and are keeping as a pet against their will, knock yourself out. I don’t care!

In truth I do have a small issue with those of the Bisexual persuasion. There aren’t enough of the Asexual to cancel the Bisexual out. Quit being so damn selfish, pick one and leave some “something something” for others!

Canadians are not selfish and don’t appreciate those that are. No one really does care for the selfish; we’re just real vocal about it.

People who know me love that I don’t care. Those same people know and do appreciate that I’m not averse to beating people with a lamppost if necessary to make people to stop trying to make me care about their cause or rite.

The lamppost? Think “Oz, Wizard Of” and the good Witch warning the Wicked Witch she could get a house dropped on her too. My delivery of the warning is pretty much in the same style and tone of “Glinda The Good”. Now that I think about it, I’m a good person with a big wand.

I have very little if any care for those of the Religious and Political Rite. I don’t care what you identify as politically, sexually or religiously. I don’t care that your rabid sycophantic need requires fed.

I do care that the Rite set want me to come to the light and capitulate or die. This is one of the places where the lamppost comes in to use and either figuratively or literally, I’m good!

The same is true for those of the insistent religious rite insisting we care. These people got the freedom of religion down just fine but don’t know or care about freedom from religion. Even they of the Religious Rite practice not caring. Unfortunately it is not caring that you are being driven bat shit crazy by them.

The freedom to practice your Rite does not give you the right to infringe on my rights.

Canadians do care. Canadians don’t like being made to care and when made to care happens because some cause or politician has lit them up, it aggravates Canadians no end. We have to yap back and we don’t like having to do that either. We’ll do it and we do it real well but we’d rather not because we are a civil civilized people, usually.

I do have cares and causes. If you want to have a conversation with me about what I care about so you can better understand me, I’m generally amenable. My cares and causes are pretty much mainstream, people’s rights and freedoms, the state of the planet and true equality.

Responsible government is very important to me. I’ve written a few pieces on the subject. If you come to read me, those pieces are there if you want them. I’ve also dropped them in to political strings on various social media sites because I do enjoy showing those of the RITE the error of their ways. There is a linked list at the end. If you care to read those pieces great! If not, that’s just fine too.

You learn quickly, or should, what doesn’t work. I think the people screaming for their cause are screaming the wrong thing. I think the “Cause Brigade” should be screaming for people not to care. Don’t care what I am and care about what you are.

Here is a small illustration of making Canadians care. The current Liberal government wanted to fast track Syrian refugees in to Canada to meet a number and date of the Liberals making. The people got up in arms over the fast tracking with damn good reason.

People of all RITES were screaming and fighting. Canadians were made to care.

You’d think those that are supposed to think would know making us care would lead to backlash. A poll was taken and 66% said slow down and get the process right. Don’t go blasting ahead without doing due diligence to meet your time and date stamp. The government actually did listen and slowed down to get it right. In other words, they did their damn job the way the job needed done. We Canadians were able to go back to not caring.

Canadians are also a helpful people with conscience. Try not making us care and see how far you can go and what help you can get. You shouldn’t be surprised cuz that’s how we Canadians are.

Yes Canada has some that are more vocal than most. Yes I would be one of those. Know something else; I’m not wrong on this because I’m never wrong.

Responsible Government

Be Relevant

Medical Assisted Dying

The Big Chair in Ottawa

G.R. Hambley ©
July 27, 2016