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Going Clean – Lyric

Going Clean

Lyric

Whispers in the air
Eyebrows raising up
Pretending not to hear
Taking in what’s said
Sure it stings but…
If you play the show
If you let them know
It’s not what they think they’ve seen
It’s their ending and you’re never gonna be clean

Waiting out on the stairs
You pass and laughter erupts
Won’t let them see you tear
Hair hiding the ears gone red
Sure it hurts but…
If you play the game
If you let them blame
It’s not what they think they’ve seen
It’s their ending and you’re never gonna be clean

Watching for an angry flair
Voices telling you you disgust
Head up smiling ear to ear
None of those voices a friend
Sure it’s hate but…
If you jump on in
If you give up the win
You know what they think they’ve seen
You know in their ending you’re never gonna be clean…

You know what happens if you go mean
You know being like them makes you… unclean

G.R. Hambley ©
May 21, 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

Once Again, No More Yesterdays

Once Again, No More Yesterdays

I’ve been saying we need a damn good protest movement once again. I’ve been thinking we need that movement longer than I’ve been saying we need it.

Something else I’ve maintained for at least a decade is that Orwell missed it by 50 years. I’m more convinced today than I was 10 years ago or 20 years ago that he missed by 50 and we are closing in on 2034 real fast.

If you are of a RITE you are best served by moving along back to the barn because there is nothing here for you.

I’ve had a lot to say and haven’t said much. I’m not alone. Been keeping eyes and ears on the raving fanatics and sycophants of various RITE; mostly those of the raving political RITE. Politics is their religion and you shall hear their RITE words and you shall embrace them or you shall be branded with being that of which they rage against. That goes for all of them as they are all the same.

Me? How do I get to this heart and belief space? I’m a Teller. I’ve stated that my writing is based on observation, feeling and experience. Sometimes, those writings are of my own observed felt experience. If you prefer, you can think of me as a raconteur. I’m a Watcher and a Teller. I’ve always had a curious nature and I am an accredited Life Coach. I’m a Watcher, a Questioner and a Teller.

Those who know me, they know how so very much music means to me. Music is playing far, far more than television. Television serves the great purpose of being able to go see what I’ve read.

In my telling I’ve noted that with those of the RITE, there are some animals more equal than others. Anyone think maybe Bob Dylan saw it, knew it and said it almost 40 years ago? Then again what would an Oscar winner know; isn’t that right you of the RITE that are still reading.

The last 2 lyrics I wrote are protest, “Once Again” and “No More Yesterdays”. I do not like what is taking place in the world. I don’t like what is being done by those who are more equal than others, (Globalization Liberals) anymore than I like the bullying being done by any special interest groups.

When I was looking at the page with 2 lines to go on “No More Yesterdays”, (not the last 2 lines of verse in the piece) Bob Dylan’s, “Slow Train Coming” came up in my music shuffle. Now I’ll admit you gotta make sure you’re actually hearing what Bob is speaking at times.  After decades of practice, my Bob speak is pretty damn good.

After all these years, I heard “Slow Train” differently. I’m convinced Slow Train is a protest song and not a gospel song. In the last verse Dylan wrote, and I checked, “Turning my loved ones in to puppets”. Before yesterday I never bothered to go look and just figured what sounds like, “PUPPIES” was just Bob speak for puppets. Re-evaluating, I thought it was just possible Dylan had written “PUPPIES” all those years ago. In the context of the song it makes perfect sense.

So maybe Dylan wrote one thing and sang something else that would give acknowledgement to and correlation with someone else’s work. A work that he’d read and appreciates. I’m talking about something that was required reading for many of us, George Orwell’s, “Animal Farm”. In Animal Farm, the puppies are turned in to the security force to serve those animals who are “more equal than others”. I’m not seeing a whole hell of a lot of difference between puppets and puppies in this scenario.

In the same song Dylan writes, “Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris”. Anyone for the centralization of power with foreseeing what the EU was going to be perhaps?

Not a single person I’ve talked to wants some like design of the EU here in Canada or in the United States.

BREXIT, rejecting centralization of power. TRUMP winning POTUS, partially due to the push for globalization. Canada, Trudeau pushing for the centralization of power within the party and taking backlash from within the party for it.

None of us want to be told what we must do with our Countries by those who are not of our country!

None of us want taxation without representation under globalization.

Those Globalists looking to centralize power and create a proletariat aren’t telling you something very important. For there to be a true global village some things have to change and Dylan said that too, “Counting the cost”.

I see it as some things will have to die to achieve that Global Village utopia. Yes I have definitive ideas on what must die.

What are you prepared to let die, kill or defend to achieve the vision of someone that will take away from you and assign you rights in Orwellian fashion?

Those not of a RITE; we do outnumber those trying to batten people down and take away everyone’s choice and voice. We must grow louder and more insistent.

A generation is 20 years. Dylan’s Academy Award Winning Song, close enough to a generation after “Slow Train” and it makes me think and it makes me wonder. I think and wonder if in those two songs a generation apart, Bob was saying, “I showed you and I told you what I was seeing and now I’m done telling you because truly, Things Have Changed”.

Have a good look around and take a listen, just For What It’s Worth. You may find not a whole lot has changed for the better and in some cases not at all in fifty plus years.

One thing is certain, the battle lines have been drawn!

First two lines of the last verse in my, “No More Yesterdays” piece, a small tribute and thank you to Bob Dylan.
There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation

G.R. Hambley ©
January 20, 2017
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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

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

A Lady’s Dignity

A Lady’s Dignity

I’ve been meaning to write this up for a long while. This is a how to on getting in to the back seat of a car on a busy street when accompanied by a woman who’s wearing a short skirt or dress.

Let’s be real clear about me; I aint no gentleman. Never have been and never will be a gentleman. I am considerate and understanding. I have definitive ideas about how to look out for a woman I’m with and I said so in, “Escorting A Lady Through A Door”.

Guys if it’s your first date, you’re going to score big points with the lady you’re with by doing this. Hell, even if she aint wearing a short thing do this and you’ll still score big points with the girl!

I have just been outside one of my coffee spots. I’ve seen this take place so many times where the guy didn’t know how to do it and the woman wasn’t pleased. The woman wasn’t pleased to have been sliding across the back seat. It’s a journey for the woman of making sure there is no discovery of Treasure Island.

The tell tale duality that is the look of disgust and discomfort that only a woman can convey.

Guys, we too can do that look; just not anywhere near as good as the ladies! A thing of true amusement as long as that look isn’t directed at you. Unfortunately for the lady in the current event, the guy was sky gazing and didn’t see the look she was giving. From the look on the woman’s face, she knew the right way to go about this adventure and the guy was going to hear about it.

I can’t even feel for sorry my fellow man in this case. Well I did have a tiny bit of empathy for him as I was thinking, “you poor bastard, you’re gonna be hearing about this”! That was probably more of an autonomic guy response than real empathy cuz I was smiggling* at the time. Smiggling, someone has to make up words and I’m good at it!

The Uber had pulled up and our not such a hero opens the back door. He points for the woman to get in. She looks at him for a second and then does so. The lady has to turn sideways so her back is to the other door and then slide along the seat while trying to keep her dress from riding up and giving the driver a nice rear view mirror peep show. Our hero gets in, closes the door and off they go.

This is the correct way on a busy street where you can’t walk around to the other side of the car after seating the lady and closing her door.

When the car pulls up you get in first. Go about mid way across the seat so you can reach the door to close it after the woman gets in. If there is dust and dirt on the seat, it’s now on you and not on her pretty dress or skirt.

When the lady seats herself you lean across her and close the door.

There are a few benefits from doing it this way you may not have considered. If you put the arm not closing the door up on the back of the seat around the woman for balance, you can just leave your arm there after closing the door. You could put that free hand on the ladies thigh for balance and if you’re closer in acquaintance, give that thigh a little squeeze. Let her know you like! If nothing else you’ve presented your cheek for a kiss for being so gallant!

You’ve also protected the lady’s dignity and I happen to think that deserves a kiss!

If the lady hasn’t recognized what you have done for her, In the interest of equality you good Sir are now free to tell her about it!

And what did I see of our heroine in this little adventure I’ve related? If I told you what I saw, just what kind of a protector would I be? The answer is always nothing. I saw nothing but her face.

Try this if you need a smile in the moment.

G.R. Hambley ©
July 02, 2016

*Smiggle is my own word – combined smirk and giggle
*Smiggling – combined smirking and giggling

Train Of Thought – Lyric

Train Of Thought

Lyric

Sitting on this sweltering city roof
Far below people roaming around
Sweating and swearing as they go
Every day more joining the parade
Glad to be up here with cold beer

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to home I’m hoping

Thoughts go and come back to hang around
Thought they’d gone where the hopeless go
Maybe just the memories being deceiving
Maybe just me trying to deceive myself
Truth is I’m missing how things used to be

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to me I’m hoping

The Thought 01

Sun going down smiles up on the clouds
Watching carries me back to angel hill
Can almost smell your perfumed hair
Nights we’d dance while fireflies flashed
How I know I’ll be waking her with a call

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to her I’m hoping

Morning comes long before the suns up
Back up on the roof phone in hand
Time ticking slow on the tower clock
Waits for no man so now it’s time
Her sweet voice says she’s missing me too

Whistle blowing, wondering when we’re going
Today I’m riding, riding that train back to where I belong

G.R. Hambley ©
June 05, 2016

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Departure Gate – Lyric

Departure Gate

Lyric

Fretting over it hour after hour
Worrying about it night after night
Feeling it fall week after week
Been knowing it for months now

Needing a plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl to make it to another day
Needing a plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl to make things fade away

Sitting here having some doubts
Those were the days thoughts
Flipping the phone off and on
Hearing your ring makes me sigh

Waiting on a plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl to work things out of the grey
Waiting on a plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl to get this life going my way

“If only” was said so many times
Nearly got to where I’d stay
Then came the tears and I knew
Closed the door and we were through

Wanting this plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl and get out of this rain
Wanting this plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl and start all over again

G.R. Hambley ©
June 04, 2016

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Beach Bound – Lyric Poetry

Beach Bound

Lyric

Been working an all night day
Now there’s time for a little fun
Sun’s making its morning run
Blinding in my rear view all the way

Don’t care what’s been left behind
Wheeling this old chevy 57 top down
Wind’s blowing my hair all around
Heading for where the girls are fine

Rolling again along this same old road
Hoping again to find someone of my own to hold

Got the sounds blasting on the radio
Station’s hitting all my favourite tunes
Smiling thinking what’ll be on those dunes
Just another hours cruising to the show

Drifting along the passing white lines
Summer heat raising up road shimmers
Beach girl thoughts giving me shivers
Gotta get some of those flashing smiles

Still rolling along this same old road
Still hoping to find someone of my own to hold

Sound’s get that pedal dropping down
Baby Blue rolling like she’s gonna fly
Her lullaby rocking me through the ride
Getting closer to that sea side town

Slow curves ahead says the yellow sign
Mind thinking that warning is wrong
Parked her right by a beauty with a song
Hopped out and she stops me with a line

Won’t stop driving that same old road
Won’t stop hoping until I’ve one of my own to hold

G.R. Hambley ©
June 03, 2016

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Recollections

Recollections

The summer days that had sweetly, gently, turned to next
Holding together as the nights crept their way away
One hot day rolling in to the sultry windblown night
Sleeping and finding that yesterday is back again today

Early morning brings a sweater chill, gone away by ten
Walking hand in hand through crackling autumn leaves
It’s getting late early, seeing our old friend rise to greet us
Sweethearts seen in an unending kiss by the harvest moon

Tasty flakes floating down, caught on waiting tongues
Fluffy snow just begging for new angels to be made
Unusually warm you say for such a cold winter’s day
Looking at you, a little lovin’ like we’d been told Eskimos do

Days are getting longer again, didn’t think they ever would
April is heading in to May and the world comes out to play
You’ve been gone not so very long, only seems like forever
Spring flowers blossom brightly where I’ve laid you to rest

G.R. Hambley ©
April 29, 2016

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The last two lines are what happens when you make a sudden left followed by an immediate down. I don’t so much steer these things, I just record where they go.

The course was plotted and laid in for smooth happy voyage beginning to end. I got to the 2nd last line and it took off like a rocket and I let it go.

For those of you that may prefer an alternative happier ending, enjoy.

Days are getting longer again, didn’t think they ever would
April is heading in to May and the world comes out to play
You making the bed where our favourite flowers will grow
Softly settling beside you to kiss, “I love you” in your ear