They were liesThey were liesAnd there were liesBut they said it was the truthAnd they believed it was the truthSo maybe it was the truthWhilst remaining a lieYou seeing the world from your eyesWhilst I see it from mineSo much experience Preceding our beliefs Reenforcing our beliefsOur definitions of all that has happened So we … Continue reading There Were Lies
Dear Pogue, As you are obviously aware, I’m holidaying in exotic climes. Days spent reading, writing and thinking, besides swimming and catching up on my share of the sunshine. This has given me time and opportunity to read more widely than normal and listen to podcasts I might not listen to at home because they … Continue reading Mondays Musings
Pogue, Please don’t tell me your secrets or if you do, then when you put them back in the drawer don’t lock it anymore. I am just no good with secrets. I can’t keep secrets. It’s not that I find delight in telling others and making those hidden things public. Not at all. Not one … Continue reading I Can’t Be Trusted.
I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
Pogue, OK, so I’ve spent more than three hours assembling pieces that have no right to exist in a, or all, universes. More, what sort of troubled people do Lego employ? Who spends their working day deconstructing a perfectly good motorcycle, a Harley Davidson Fatboy no less, to enable them to turn it into a … Continue reading The Harley Dairies. Lockdown with attitude 2.
Dear Pogue, I told you last time I wrote that my god is a little bit on the wild side. Be like, my god isn’t a tame god. You’d be really surprised how many people’s is. Well, perhaps you wouldn’t as we’ve hung out so often that we have rubbed off on each other. Coffee … Continue reading We all need a hero
Dear Pogue, Tell me. Have you ever listened to a story teller? Someone who can take words and weave them in to something enchanting, something mesmerising that draws you in and engages you, maybe engages your whole being? Story is the one thing that can hold a humans’ attention for hours. Nobody can look away … Continue reading Tell me a story.
Hello Pogue, Did you enjoy our last letter? Can you believe there was someone who got hold of a copy and took time to send a message telling that they had enjoyed it? Made me smile. However, having read their message I am not sure they read the letter in the way that I intended … Continue reading I didn’t say what you heard.
So, I got to thinking some more and I began to think that perhaps, just maybe, it was with the beginning of the formulation of religion that people began to lose sight of God.
Dear Pogue, I’ve been back on the road for a short trip so haven’t put pen to paper for a week but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking. My thoughts have flowed from some of the letters that we shared recently and I have found myself asking: “Who owns the truth?”. You’re probably thinking … Continue reading Truth, what truth?