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Community; Mine

Community; Mine

Souls old, souls new, souls lost, some hoping desperately to be found
Philosophers, perambulators and pals, the odd sniff of pretention
Hims and hers, some that are, quite honestly, deeply confused
Every face, should you care, bringing a unique study in story

Retro and metro, and for others, the splendour that is sartorial
Eye on a passing thigh and my oh my is that Rebel Circus I spy
Open minds, open hearts, open conversations and well who knew
Faces from faraway places, happily in a space that has no races

Accountants, Aides to Teaching, but if you can’t say without preaching
Cups of coffee, gallons of conversation and Sugar when it’s Psunday*
Quips and quills, more than a few spills, splotches of great delusion
Untold stories, stories shared, stories that will be woven by me

Aged, ageless, those just beginning to write their journey for the ages
In they tromp, costumed and not, cute as buttons, kids enjoying theatre
New ones in 21st century jolly jumpers, jump dad jump, gee thanks mom
Thespians, orators, of both the professional and amateur ranks rant

As life goes on all around you, yours for the sharing, it’s no illusion
Names and faces, you come to know, as you do enjoyment grows
Contacts, connections, conversations in confidence, all do ensue
Elves wearing bells bearing versions of coffee, catch me one if you can

G.R. Hambley ©
May 09, 2017

Supporting the Causes

Supporting the Causes

Yesterday was April 30th, the end of “Testicular Cancer Awareness Month”.

Also yesterday, I was asked to put an 8 Ball emoji on my FB page for “Prostrate Cancer Awareness”.

I told the individual that asked I wasn’t saying no but I’d have something to say on the subject.

I don’t like to override myself. I like to give my postings 3 or 4 days before putting up something new. Exceptions to the rule and rule carefully those exceptions. I got a personal beaut too.

Causes, we all have them and most people are of the mind that their cause is the cause everyone should get behind. If you aren’t on board with them then you’re some kind of something they can stick a label on.

In my travels through April I saw no mention of what April represented on the cancer frontline. I’m talking about usual moving around in the core of my city. No special deals with a percentage going to research for testicular cancer. I got my face in a knot over this lack of male consideration in a piece I wrote about opting out on pink in October.

I was enlightened by a member of my community that one of those major entities I note in the no pink for me has changed the way they do things. This would also be a lesson in being at the least personable, and even better outgoing within your community. You do meet some terrific people.

I don’t know how far reaching the cancer campaign for, “Lady Balls” was. For the uninitiated, Lady Balls are ovaries. That was the crux of the campaign, ladies got balls. Appealing to those feminists sans vagina and FemiNazis everywhere no doubt. Pissing off more than a few along the way with the approach too.

Someone close to me went to Ovarian cancer. I know what it’s about. I can even use the real words that represent the condition. I also happen to believe you shouldn’t be cute when it comes to health matters. That doesn’t mean you should be brutal either.

We in the 1st world are pushed at electronically on a daily basis. Push technology assaulting us when we the people want pull technology. No one likes being pushed.

Showing what cause(s) you’re behind is a good thing. Showing and telling people in your own space where they can learn more about or support the cause, also a good thing. Quietly asking someone for a hand for your cause as was the case with my being asked to post the 8 Ball, another good thing.

In the moment I have my own causes to consider and the things I need to do to be done.

Sorry man, the emoji is out, hope this will suffice.

8 Ball 01

G.R. Hambley May 1st, 2017

Spinsters – Lyric

Spinsters

Lyric

Spinsters Fini 01

What you’re seeing is the font I write in. I’ve never been enamoured  with the formatting options here at WP so on occasion, I work around the lack of options.

Spinsters

Stories making the rounds
none to be believed
none to be trusted
careful not to get busted

Those new age spinsters
dishing up their gospel
dishing up who’s in hospital
careful not to go to hell

Telling you what you should
dirt found on every track
dirt found in every attack
careful not to take it in the back

got yourself busted
took yourself to hell
won’t be coming back
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

Spew in streaming sensaround
feel that whole mind invasion
feel that total frustration
mold to fit the compilation

Spoon feeding the grand plan
using grins from ear to ear
using anything that will adhere
mold never stops injecting fear

Making the conscious beginning
listen to that self interested person
listen to that warning of treason
mold resolve to your reason

turn your dial to decompile
take hold of your fear
fill your head with reason
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

G.R. Hambley ©
April 22, 2017

No More Yesterday’s – Lyric

No More Yesterday’s

(Lyric)

There were those who’d gone ahead
Learned the ropes and roads and dread
Some came and shared their mind
Others struggled and suffered and died
No one ever got out completely alive

Time hasn’t healed all our wounds
Easier now standing dressed and proud
Told the only way to win was not to play
Left choices to those we entrusted our fate
Now freedom calls us to shine another day

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

So few right and too many wrong plans
Time has come to make another stand
Not going to wear the dreams they drape
Can’t let them drain us to fill their grail
This trip around no one is going to escape

There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation
Angry faces with voices of dispute
None wanting freedom will be left out
Finally freed from their absolutes

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

G.R. Hambley ©
January 17, 2017

Girls Rite – Lyric

Girls Rite

Lyric

You hear them, it’s the shame every time
They’ve all had it happen, been torn apart
Now another one’s got the no romance blues
They’re together to get another over a him

See it playing in the eyes of each one
The hell that goes on in a single girl’s mind
The smug satisfied looks of the married kind
Drinks raised to how she’s not come undone

Glasses go up, the smiles turn down
Cheer goes down, the burning starts up

You hear the broken one laying him out
Some of them silently nod or sadly smile
Others pretending with their lipstick service
The call goes out for, “Whiskers on Kittens”

See the red stains on their pearly whites
Bloody finger nails clawing in the air
All but one singing, “Hit The Road Jack”
From here it sounds like he escaped Jill

Glasses go up, the smiles stay down
Cheer winds down, the burning speeds up

You hear loud and clear what she says he said
Bobble heads nodding to the every word is true tune
Before one more minute goes by, not a dry eye
Some of them wearing the crocodile glycerin stain

See them congratulating their pretty ugly selves
Being a weapon of emasculation hasn’t set with one
Singing the sister’s song didn’t set her free
She might even say but, it’s now half past two

Glasses go down, the smiles now frowns
Cheer winds up, those whiskers dried up
Goodnight you kittens who’ll never need mittens

G.R. Hambley ©
November 18, 2016

You No More – Lyric

You No More

(Lyric)

Sometimes you just know
just know you got no more
no more love left to give

You’ve gone round and round
and round one more time
more time won’t change this back

I’ve stood down and I’ve stood up
stood up when others talked down
down when I knew you lied again (rest 2 3 4)

You gotta know your hold is gone
You gotta know there’s no more
You gotta know, I gave you all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… (rest 2 3 4)

There’s gonna be someone else
someone else after I’m over you
over you and your ghost is gone

You never loved what you had
you had someone who just cared
just cared about you and no other

Won’t have hands holding my heart
my loving heart belongs beside another
beside another that knows how to love (rest 2 3 4)

You gotta know your hold is gone
You gotta know there’s no more
You gotta know, I gave you all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… (rest 2 3 4)

In love all alone had to end…
had to end so I could be free…
be free to love another… (rest 2 3 4)

You gotta know, I’ll give her all, all, all… of me
Oh Oh…, you gotta know… Oh Oh…, you gotta know…
she’ll be good to only me

G.R. Hambley ©
November 01, 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

Witness – Lyric

Witness

(Lyric)

Looking for a little down time
.     had to get myself away
Monday morning glory
.     wasn’t happening today
Day moving hazily along
.     sun decides not to play

Clouds rolling all around
.     getting themselves together
Hoping the heavens don’t turn
.     slapping a curse on the weather
Catching the first hard drops
.     gonna be more than a shower

heard a song drifting through the rain
hurting voice singing out the pain
hopeless story sung to the angels once again

Couldn’t just walk on by
.     had to see what I hear
Saw the sorrow falling
.     in the rain her pouring tears
Singing softly the longing
.     dancing angel spinning prayers

Sight to silently behold
.     feeling like a thief
Gave everything in her heart
.     had it all was her belief
One day found it was gone away
.     still she smiles through the grief

her song carrying through the rain
her voice singing out from the pain
her story sung to the angels once again

Swaying to what only she hears
.     her body moving slowly round
Turns to give her lips to the wind
.     moving so not to be found
Letting the misery go in cries
.    staying still without a sound

Makes promises to herself
.     never having what was before
Looking close you see
.     dark storm passed over
Sun shine of an angel’s face
.     she’s free to love once more

heard that a song could chase the rain
healing voice singing out freed of pain
hopeful story sung to the angels once again

G.R. Hambley ©
July 19, 2016

Mystical

Mystical

Long look provocative legs below her always stylish short dress
Always looking straight ahead, seeing everything and nothing
Day begins for her the same way the day ends, coffee for one
You’ll never forget her face should she pause to smile at you
Does the fire in her heart match the confidence of her walk

Reticence may very well be the armour worn to veil loneliness
Attributes visible that so many would care to have as their own
Gone before she’s been there long enough to see behind her eyes
One looking sees the flashes of the mind below her shining mane
Nearer, clearer, word exchanges become laughter, a cheek kissed

G.R. Hambley ©
July 01, 2016

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One Day; Perhaps

One Day; Perhaps

Each one, every one, thinks, believes, it is within them
Little do they know, men know, such for all is just not so
Entrenched, ingrained, held indisputable within their psyche
Gradual, time allowances, should awareness rise, obtainable

Anatomically corrected direction objective, males ineligible
New experiences, new understandings, new bearing evolves
Course corrections, new attitude, time lines appear on the map
Evolution was not simply granted and was deliberately achieved

G.R. Hambley ©
June 20, 2016

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