Saturday, 25 September 2010

Rock (an attempt at writing - probably never to be finished)

A long lime ago a little spark ignited the Universe, from there the stars were born and the galaxies formed, somewhere within these universally momentous creations little lumps of rock and dust decided to huddle together in clumps until worlds were formed. Life would surly follow.

We zoom into a little galaxy known as the Milky Way to a little planet on it's fringes. This particular galaxy would seem to be teaming with life, much to the surprise of most the population of that little planet. There are worlds where the life is purely airborne and others where the summit of their world is the waves of a seemingly infinite sea.

There are only two planets that are completely balanced for carbon based life, one is that little planet mentioned earlier, the other is on the opposite side of the galaxy, again on the fringes. It is almost a complete clone of the first. Except, that the world is almost entirely tropical, the dominant life on this planet are reptilian as a disaster that happened in the other did not happen to it millennia ago.

The inhabitants of this planet have named it Planet Rock, as opposed to the Planet Earth which happens to be the name the inhabitants of the other wold call theirs. This is a little odd seeing that this world would seem to have more swamp than solid rock about it, in fact swamp covers one half of the surface with only one third being covered by sea, the rest is dry and mountainous with some tropical rainforest banded across the world. The
Poles are barren and cold, much like Earth, though with less of an icecap.

Down we go through the canopy of the swamp where cities on stilts have stood for hundreds of years, the inhabitants going about their daily business. Within these cities are always cleared sections of swamp, open to the skies, what you may call a park I suppose, given over to the pastime of basking in the sunlight.

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Monday, 20 September 2010

Hacked off and miserable

Today I have really become hacked off with everything. Work, transport, home stuff etc...

My condition is getting worse, I feel that I am starting to struggle even with my contacts and glasses on, and when I get home, well let's just say I have to take my contacts out and change my glasses, so I may as well have fog in front of me wherever I go for the clarity I see.

My brain has been progressively numbed today, problems, problems and more problems put me to a level of brain dead hat has far surpassed anything that has gone before.

I came home to a complete inability to think. I am slowly losing the will to keep going, my mind is fucked with this bloody condition of the eyes. I struggle so much just to focus out the double vision so I can read anything now.

I wish I could just not bother to move from the bed in the mornings right now. I force myself out every morning, I try to keep going at work, but right now I feel like giving up and telling them to stuff it. But then I'd be finically fucked as well as having fucked sight.

I'm at a point I think that I don't know what to do anymore, I have become hacked off with everything. I can't do anything in the house anymore, diy is out. I'm not confident walking either, so going for a hike is out. I don't think I can trust my sight if I were to go cycling. I certainly can't drive anymore and public transport is utter shite, I had to wait nearly an hour the other night because something had happened to the bus I was waiting on :(

Sorry this is a rant I know, can't help it, I just don't see things improving in the short term, and even though I am on a waiting list for a corneal graft, I don't feel to optimistic for some reason.

I shall now stop, before I feel the urge to take my frustration out on this computer...

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Sunday, 19 September 2010

On Pirate Day yae be talkin like a Pirate

When yea be ere on Pirate Day

There be a Yarrr'in in the riggin

Fir aw yea be hangin fae tha Crows Nest

Thar be no place for yea on the Poop Deck

Yon waves shall thar be a lashin the hull

If yea disobey tha Cap'n ye be roped an lashed

KEELHAUL, thar shout be thrown inte tha wind.

Well be Barnacle Bill goan down tae Davy Jones Locker

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Another day of shimmering sight

My world has crashed
My dreams are dashed
I see no future in near sight

This world is wrong
With shimmered edges
It's wonders blurred

For wait I do
For someone to
Leave the existence of self

An eye is all
But two are better
It saddens me altogether

When shed tear
Will fall in heather
The scots moors will rejoice

Am but here
In fine weather
In bleak winter

The wind will chill
But the heart keeps warm
For what purpose?

To go on?
To sustain?
To the morrow...

Another day of shimmering sight
The edges blurred, too bright
It ends, it ends in daylight shadow

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