Reign

It’s amazing. The last time I blogged was just under 5 months ago. Don’t worry people, I haven’t died. I’m not terminally ill, or anything like that, I’ve just been busy.

As of writing, it is currently 5:15 am, on a boring Sunday in May. I wrote some poetry which was actually what got me back to this blog in the first place, as I was wondering where I should post it.

Especially seeming that it was originally intended to be posted on Twitter.

It basically reflects recent events, like most of my poetry/ rap, it is politically minded. However this has a lot more metaphors and references in it, which you can pick out at your own will, If you like.

I will help you out, however. It is mostly based around the Syrian Civil War, and the most recent events, (as of the 5th of May, 2013).

There IS some personal messages in this, however,so if you like interpretations, go ahead, be my guest.

So here goes:

there they all go past flying high
down they go right through the sky

The Reign

 

tiny baskets full of lead
“Why don’t they use it for pencils instead?”

their clouds are full of deadly chem
where they land is up to them

each drip it drives right through the soil
each drop it gives more blood and toil

She Waits and She Sleeps.

blood and guts spewn everywhere
his attacker has no concern, he does not care.

this reign it spills out through the land
like a childs worried mother holding her hand.

This is not the end, what I’m telling to you;
but in a few hours they will not let me through.

The skies over Aleppo

He will soon make his decision, we shall see
his particles, his neutrons, they will be free.

Take this gift now I’m going away;
tell everyone that it has come our day.

be hopeful and remember what I say;
be hopeful and remember that they will soon PAY….

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On Hobbits, Wednesdays and eh…. me being back.

So this is a blog post I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. I’ve written a few notes in a few drafts but I never actually got down to doing it.

EDIT: I just realised that this post is exactly a month since my last post (minus the image, as that technically wasn’t a post) 😀

Yesterday, I had a half hour to spare so I went to the library (yeaaaaaaaaaaah), and decided to go on the computers and blog instead of looking at weird books about Radio Propagation or Ancient Sumerian history.
I gave up on the idea of my coming back post and decided to go to Google news to fins some story yo blog the shit out of. I did, however, find an article on the website for the British newspaper, The Independent on the 2011 census. It had some surprising results on a number of things, mainly religion and ethnicity, however. I did post a link to it here, but for some very very weird reason, it hasn’t seemed to have been posted, or even saved for that fact, but oh well, I’ll hopefully have that done by the weekend if I’m not already busy (which I shouldn’t be).

I can’t remember exactly whether I’ve mentioned this before or not, but Wednesdays are my day off, so all day Wednesday I effectively, have a day off. That’s probably the reason why I’m writing this now, and come to think of it, in the future, it would be a very good slot to assign to such things. Best make a note of that.

So the Hobbit will be out on Friday. I’m sure numerous WordPress people will be out in flock to see it.
I actually bought The Hobbit, or There and Back Again) by JRR Tolkien about a year ago and started to read it, but I got bored around chapter 5, Riddles in the Dark. I started reading it again the other day, deciding that instead of starting at the beginning (which will mean I will probably give up again) or go from where I left off. So I started chapter 5, and ended up reading it all.

After going through all the weird riddles Baggines and the creature, which was a quite interesting part of the book, I went online to find out how far in the first film will actually go, as I then planned to try and read ahead to catch up for when I go and see it. I then find out they are actually making three films, each coming out a year after one another. WHAT COULD BE BETTER 😀
But seriously, the first film is meant to be based around the first 6 chapters, which is pretty convenient considering the fact that I have one chapter to got to get that far 🙂

I plan to read on a bit more though, to maybe get ahead as to what is next. I hope the film is not a waste of time. Weirdly enough, my dad wants to go with me, which is probably the first time he’s actually asked me if he could come with me for something. Amazing.

And remember kids, drugs are bad. Stay away from bad. If you are bad, however, don’t get caught. Michael Jackson didn’t. 😉

In Memory of the Fly-over that never happened…..

Today (yesterday) was meant to be remembrance day. All I remembered was that I’ve got a truckload of work to be handed in by the end of the week.

My mother woke my up this morning (yes, I still live at home) to tell me that thee was meant to a fly over so to wake up. Tired as I was, I decided to open the window and go back lying down.

At this point I was in limbo. I was neither asleep nor awake. I was wrecked so naturally I tried my best to sleep. However, with this said, i also tried to stay awake to listen out for the sound of the thunderous engines of fighter pilots which would shake everything not tied down in my house.

I heard nothing of this monstrosity which must means it never happened. Unless it did and I slept through it.

The last time great infernal machines littered the skies above me was with the Queens Diamond Jubilee, where (I think) the Red Arrows flew towards Oxford way.

Before this, it was many moon ago. I think on of the Queens birthdays. We only noticed it by the fact that the whole house was shaking. We had really old and fragile metal-framed windows which received such a beating in the possibly 30 years that they were installed, that they eventually cracked.

“But this very loud Sonic Boom led us to go outside to see it was an earthquake – which are very very uncommon on sunny England, but not rare (ones above 2 on the Richter scale, are however extremely rare and only happen in places like Yorkshire, or Scotland). We looked up and saw what looked like two Lockheed Hercules “military transport aircraft”. I have no idea what types they were.

Escorting these were at least 6, possibly 10 fighters escorting it across the skies. This must have been transporting someone (or something) very important, probably the Queen or her other Royal chums, as I’ve never ever seen so many military aircraft all in one place first hand.

I live quite near an RAF base (to which the name I shall not the mention), as well as numerous others which are dotted around the area, including very special one which I shall not name (again). This locale, might explain the presence, and may also explain the reason I saw so many Chinook’s and  “military transport aircraft” when I was younger (about 10 and below)

I used to call these planes ‘Aircraft Carriers’, as hat was effectively what they did. the were aircraft that was used primarily to carry heavy goods. I knew very well at the time what and actual Aircraft Carrier was, but I didn’t know exactly what to call them.

Finally got back to work today, and it turns out I have a fuck load of work to be done by the end of the week, which I don’t think I’ll get done quick, to be honest.

But who gives a fuck about that. Like the famous Monty Python catchphrase I really need to “Get on with it!!!!”

ND: I shall hopefully be uploading some pictures I’ve taken recently, possibly next week, that is, is they’re not shit.

I think, there gonna be shit.

Yeah, they’re shit.

Or are they?

Sorry, but FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

I’m sorry for getting behind on my blog posting. I missed posting yesterday, but that’s no biggie, who cares.

After posting some lengthy articles I’ve been getting bored due to it taking a lot of my time away from things and also occupies my mind all day, so it’s very hard for me to do work.

Coupled with this is the lack of views I’ve been getting which has been a bit shit,but fuck that. I never made this blog to get views or recognition, I made it to have somewhere, (that’s not Facebook) to voice my views and thoughts and to see others peoples perspectives.

I hope to continue with some more news articles in the future. I’m no journalist (actually an IT studento), but I do find it fun picking bits out of stories and adding my own little twist.

With all this said, I think I may resort to only having a few posts a week. If that becomes a pain, I shall make that once. In the past, I’ve stopped myself from posting more than one article a day, but I might stop this as it’s a little dumb. I doubt this will affect anyone as no one reads this thing, it seems, but I felt I had to get it out there.

Trust me, I’ll post some interesting things in the next coming weeks. More of my elusive photography, some poetry maybe and possibly some humour if I can be asked.
As an end note, I would like to thank those lovely 10 people who have followed me, it’s very nice to know that people find my pot that interesting, that they want to subscribe. Cheers 🙂

A mini rap, my myself. ©

I don’t really have much to talk about today, but this is something I just wrote.
© ThouShallNotParse.

All this power and this chaos around me everyday;
I get sick of it all, when my work don’t pay.

I got the man and machine staring down at me now;
I’m wondering how, their scheming is allowed.

If revolution is the message, when will it come;
must I mobilise myself, or my daughter & son?

I ask this question without pain or commission;
The decision or position, isn’t my mission.

I love my mother, and my family too;
But if I had the choice, I would throw a shoe.

Topple Dictators who run this place;
the sole will hit him, slam bang in his face.

Remember, Remember!

There’s nothing special about this man they talk about;
He’s on the news everyday with the shit they spot.

From the land that thinks that they’re the greatest;
The truth in fact, is that they’re just racists.

They go to other lands to spread their lies;
All they care about is the oil which the consumer buys.

Laughable how people really believe their shit;
It makes me want to throw a cocktail full and lit.

I must leave now for higher places;
No not heaven but to retrieve my laces. 😀

© ThouShallNotParse.

Black Monday

As I got up yesterday at 5pm, I was effectively wide awake around this time yesterday, so it meant I managed to stay up to the very liberal hour of 3am. Another night of pointless facebook games I started off slowly, actually checking my other profile to see if this Canadian girl I used to be good friends with, had blocked me or not (which she did )’:), which I only really took notice to due to a funny image I found on Facebook relating to Canadian accents, which I have posted below.

Lord Thunderin’!

Everyone took the piss out of her accent anyway, so it as cool, lol. But she was really nice anyway, i wish i still knew her. I love Canadian accents as they’re so diverse and reminds me a lot of Irish accents, especially with the language they use. Newfie being my favourite one.

Anyway, enough of rants about Canadia (NO, I DON’T MEAN CANADA), onto business. Well nothing really is the business so there’s nothing much to say, which when I say usually means I have a lot to say, So for today’s installment of “Life on the Open blue sea” I have very much to say. There. I said it.

Well yeah and no. But I did finally catch up with my James bond bonanza. I watched For Your Eyes Only, which somehow, and quite frankly weird as fucking shit-ly, I had already seen it. At least most of it. While I could remove my eyes from the screen when Bibi Dahl (played by real finger skater, Lynn-Holly Johnson)  was on – she is/was an incredibly sexy blonde, albeit, an annoying whiny one, I couldn’t be asked to sit through a whole hour of a film I’d already seen.

Her tasty self!

Today being the 5th of November, means that it is Guy Fawkes Night in the British Isles and a select few Commonwealth countries. This includes Ireland, which despite being of 95% Catholic, they know little about that fact that the bonfires were originally build to burn effigies of the Pope himself. Unless your Ian Paisley,  I doubt many people will accept that very well. They may even adopt the Rev. Paisley’s staunch tactic of saying No! to everything.

Mind you, in the Irish language, there exists no such words as thank you. well there does, but it’s seldom used, at least directly anyway. There defiantly isn’t a word for have, as they would say ‘I’m after doing….’ instead of ‘I have done….’. If the word No! was widespread used throughout Ireland, I suppose the hospitallic nature of the Irish race would fall apart as they would be effectively tell everyone else to feck off.

I must go. I’m after falling asleep here already. Be good, and all that other bollocks. Good night 😀