Sponsorship
For anyone ‘just passing’ who may feel compelled to donate to my fundraising activities, you can now donate using your mobile phone. Please text LAKE47 followed by the amount of your donation in whole pounds (max. £10) to 70070 e.g. LAKE47 £5 will donate £5 to my ‘Wear it Pink’ fund in aid of Cancer Research UK. Thankyou.
Demonspawn
All of my life seems to be good at the moment and yet the same old demons returned today with a vengeance.
I know I’ll get through it, I always do, but the monster is well and truly out of the closet and, if you’ll excuse the metaphorical mixing, the Djinn will return to the bottle when (s)he’s good and ready!
Monster
There’s a monster in my closet,
At least there was last night;
I didn’t really see it
But it gave me such a fright.
There’s a monster in my closet,
Of that, I’m fairly certain;
It hides among the shadows
And gently moves the curtain.
There’s a monster in my closet,
It used to be quite shy;
But then I caught a glimpse of it
From the corner of my eye.
There’s a monster in my closet,
But now it’s getting bolder;
It has to make strange noises
To scare me, now I’m older.
The monster in my closet,
Has now come out to play;
I’m sure this is the first time
It’s seen the light of day.
The monster from my closet,
Thinks it’s really funny;
It follows me when shopping
And then spends all my money.
The monster from my closet,
Has a darker side to it;
It sneaks up when I’m happy
And makes me feel like shit.
The monster from my closet,
Has chased away my friends;
We’ve only got each other now
But that’s not where it ends…
Because soon there’ll be no closet,
No monster in a hole;
It’s time to get my life back
And time to take control.
I’ll work my fingers to the bone,
I’ll save for a deposit;
Buy myself a nice little home
No fears, no monster, no closet!
Wear it pink
On the Saturday before Race for Life, Oldham parkrun will be inviting runners to wear something pink and make a donation to Cancer Research UK. I’ve decided to take this one step further and will be wearing pink apparel based on how much sponsorship money I raise.
Full details on my justgiving page: Click here
Scary Place
Scary Place was one of my earliest works, from a time I would rather forget. A torrid time where I shut out the world after a 3-day solid drinking binge and a failed suicide attempt – a jammed shotgun mechanism is not a cry for help! But if I were to cast it from my mind, the lesson would be unlearned and such a fragile sanity may shatter beyond repair. These were the first words that finally brought me back from the very precipice of oblivion:
In the depths of despair I sit, amongst the other dregs of humanity
Staring blankly at a wall of silence – no fear, no feeling, no thought,
No reason, no clarity and little left of my sanity –
Nightmares are free and dreams cannot be bought.
In desperation I open what’s left of my mind to the world around me,
Fighting to find some shred of earthly ties.
Realisation of what I am now astounds me –
I have to act, cannot stay here; reclaim my status in her eyes.
But wait! That’s how I arrived in this place of shattered illusion.
Reminders of my past bring back the pain.
The emptiness and confusion
Return, to steal my mind again.
Crawl back inside myself and leave the world outside.
It’s not so bad in here after all.
Unfinished Apathy.
Basically, what it says on the tin! I never did get round to completing this – one day, maybe…
A million miles away from you
In the seat right next to me
You look in my direction
And yet you fail to see
I’m here with you and I’m alone.
.
.
Will you cry by my grave,
Or even notice I’m gone?
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I am not
I only exist outside of space and time
I hover at the edge of perception just beyond your field of vision
You may have caught a glimpse of me from the corner of your eye
But you dismissed me – I can’t exist
For, if I do, a myriad of explanations of the unexplained come to fruition
And a single moment in time is extinguished forever
The single moment that you realised I could be
The moment that I was, even though I cannot be
The moment that betrays your life
The moment…has passed
The end of one of the most important charities in the UK?
So, here come the Big Society – and what promised so much may in fact see the complete demise of one of the most important charities in the UK.
Actually, when I say ‘one’ I mean around 480 – because each individual Citizens Advice Bureau is a registered charity in its own right.
Yes – I said Citizens Advice Bureau – what? You didn’t know it was a charity? Strangely enough, not many people do and yet probably 90% of the UK population have at least heard of them and know someone who has needed their services at one time or another.
We all know that the current economic climate is going to be difficult, but the CAB is being hit from more than one volley. First, there is the local authority cuts which (at best) in most cases will mean another freeze in funding levels or (at worst) the withdrawal of some or all of the funding. This alone means that the CAB will struggle to maintain services at a time when more people will be calling on them. The other volley is from the Legal Services who provide about 50% of many bureaux funding through contracts for Legal Help. This is because the government has announced that this help will only be available where there is serious risk to life or liberty and legal help with benefit claims, employment tribunals and even debt cases will no longer be available. If this happens, the CAB will no longer be in a position to offer help and most of the paid staff will be facing redundancy.
So, there you have it – one of the most important charities in the UK appears to be on the road to nowhere…
