People and places

Remember who you are,
and where you stand,
you're not too small to understand,
that it's all just so big- the randstad.

Like the place upon the hill,
far across the waters edge,
you meet and greet many a place,
to show a face of wanton need.

The towns gurgle through lack of water,
yet the Randstad is such a jolly place.

Don't make a face at it, be with it,
history has shown its hand upon the land.

Now remember who you are,
what you are and where you shall be,
you're not too big to be forgotten,
just buried beneath this old stead,
but do stand in stead,
it's important to hold one's true self.




Not quite sure that really worked in the end, the first paragraph was what started it and initally ended randstand until i found out randstand was not a word and had to change it all.

Storms

Storms are in a way fun to watch,
lightning strikes,
the sky lights up,
you see the trees swaying...

and then they fall to the ground.

It's not so fun after all when people are injured,
 and yet we are all so blar-zay when we wander around unwittingly searching for that edge factor that gives us a little kick of enjoyment.

We forget to check in, and make sure that everything is safe when were taken up in the swirling motion as time stands still and you feel free. It's only after you pick up the pieces and recognise the destructive power that it brings with.

What does it mean, the trains as ever in such british style grind to a halt and the commuters do something else. Those who live and breathe the time between waking and work and leaving work and getting home have an un-excused hour of time where you can only watch and wait. Back in the day it was top hats, big coats and massive broadsheet newspapers. Now as we pass the fields, it's catch up TV, emails, ipods and ipads. People don't carry big brollies anymore.

In all for the commuter who gets to stay at home for once,
patterns are thrown out of order,
hopefully we've done something more with our lives in the day,
to make it worthwhile
for storms come and go,
but some things are left to go.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01k0kr5
Job Satisfaction, The Forum, BBC World Service

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P.s. Anyone notice I spelt satisifaction wrong (satusfaction) unintended play on words, has been corrected

Winters past before its come

It's been so long since I've been in here. Not really remember why I write on here, the effort the curiosity of other peoples lives, the blinkered-ness of my own maybe here, still its late and I am here to remind you and me, we are all trying to go somewhere, be someone or something and yet know we are just standing still right here.

There's a tale to be told, but its true its too late this minute to be told, the bed is calling the clock have gone back and an early windy and wet start for a train is meant to be here, I promise you I will have to work from home, and if I don't then something looked down on me and said ' here I give unto thee a  free ride with little issue, a car undamaged, a safe house and free passage to your place of work', just me this will not happen the sun will rise one hour early again tomorrow and I will have very little to add to my days existance, although the work you could say is important but nothing like the geography I once did, that held all thoughts together, I am just trying to catch up and be here...somewhere on this planet with you...

or perhaps I will just have to keep wandering this road of existance, for where ever here is, appears to be gradually shrinking.


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I will come back,
I will strike with avengence to put my thoughts back on the page,
where I can think,
to understand,
and once again believe my own thoughts,
"for whence I came unto this earth",
nothing shall stop my own beliefs.

I say unto the rest of you,
do not under estimate the sleeping dog,
I collect, archive, assess, analyse, correct and adjust,
I will find the answer and make right upon the land to which you destroy,
my soul is not for your pleasure, (nor mine),
but maybe I will give unto thee,
new found meaning to your lost cause,
a hope to your own demise,
to set me free.