Happy New Year!

May the New Year ring in
Your resolve renewed
And may your highest wishes bear
The very best of fruit.

May you stride with grace
And rising purpose
Into Future
With the courage, strength and confidence
To trust in your own judgement
As you face oncoming tests.

And may your life be blessed with celebration:
May you feel more Love
Perceive more Light,
Hear more Truth,
Know good Fortune,
Speak more Wisdom,
Taste real Progress
By your own Creation.

*~*

Happy New Year, Dear Readers xXx

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What remains

With moneyed words
Of straight talk (seeming)
Honeyed threats
And claims absurd
The scheming herdsmen
Hawk nefarious fayre
Of crony-dreamed agenda:

Our complete surrender
To Old TINA,
Wheel of phoney status quo.

Oh, strip away the rhetoric
Of well-connected bogey men
And opportunist populists
Of vanity’s expedience;
And quit the lazy parrot spiel
And déjà vu of petty zeal
And what remains
But really:

What do you think?
How do you feel?

hex à triptych

Light and Love
Be all withal
A call in every One
For by our hearts
We are the parts
Of Beauty’s greater sum.

~

Wisdom’s Peace
Arise to rise
A prize for Humans, be
For by our deeds
We are the seeds
Of Life’s inspired capacity.

~

Justice mete
In lore and Law
Restore in creed and book
That in display
We meet the way
Society might look.

~

Away in their cages

Away in their cages, no break for the plebs
The put upon people get deeper in debt
The thieves and the tyrants look down from their heights
And laugh as they profit from entropic spite

A chill wind is blowing through Albion’s lands
As Cons steal and sell all control from our hands
They hover like choppers and inverted snobs
And sanction from mansions like mythical gods

They’ll always browbeat us and won’t go away
Unless we rise up and extinguish their stage
Deliver ourselves of this flat earth nightmare
And build us a future we want to be ‘there’

God Rest Ye Merry, Government

God rest ye merry, Government
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Price is everything
And you are getting paid
To save the few of no value
While all the rest be played
O tidings of contempt and rage
Now being waged
O tidings of contempt and rage

From gods of craven worship
The blasted Con men came
And unto certain sycophants
Gave entrance to the same:
How in the land of Buccaneers
All’s done in Profit’s Name
O siding with self-int’rest and might
Hubris with bite
O siding with self-int’rest and might

And when they viewed the mayhem
Whence their dear saviour streamed
They found their way in danger
Of running out of steam
The population keeling o’er
And ripping at all seams
O sliding on serfdom to peers
War and small beer
O sliding on serfdom to peers

Now to themselves bring conflict
All those who rule our space
By their cruel ideology
Society’s disgrace
The wickedness of idiots
Must surely be displaced
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys
(Comfort and joy)
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys

And please you, have a Merry Christmas!

May you be bathed in light and love
May you be where you are at home
And not feel lonely if alone.

May you feel warm and dry and full
May you find inner strength and joy
And take time to enjoy it all.

May you laugh loud and longer than you row
May you be blessed with gifts of kindness
May you know the wealth and health
Of a peace of mind within our Now
And please you, have a Merry Christmas! 💫

 

The Tyrant’s Own Goal

If you have to frighten
Multitudes
And threaten them
To get your way;
For them to follow
And obey,
On pain of horror and of death,
Then you’ve already lost
And,
Not only do you waste
Your time,
Your energy
And breath
But such intent,
Spent in control,
Is on your own soul
Weighed the cost.

Where Gluttony made wish

Where Gluttony made wish,
The Centre cracks,
As stockpiled clichés track
The bloated rhetoric
Of global death-cult leadership
That turned the world upon its axe
For, now its needy grip grows slack
And Propaganda holds a banquet
In the name of Peak,
On trestles creaking under
Platters piled with excess fat
And where the Body Politic
Is swarming, swollen, fit to chunder
As it feasts on friendly fire’s due attack.

Big Society; Big Business

Charity is injurious unless it helps the recipient to become independent of it.” ~ John D Rockefeller

Charity: late Old English (in the sense ‘Christian love of one’s fellows’): from Old French charite (charité), from Latin caritas, from carus ‘dear’ [OED]

Charity is to voluntarily assist that which one holds dear. It is a noble, wonderful concept that demonstrates the caring and generosity of the human spirit. Charity can be international, national or local and be in aid of both collective and individual causes, the most moving, beautiful and appropriate sort being when big, open hearts crowd-fund in the face of sudden large-scale emergencies and small, singular causes. It can begin at home and be brought home and, for the reasons my friend, activist and fellow blogger, Jayne Linney, gives: local charities “are the Ones (most) worth supporting”.

Charity gives: of time and things. It is a service of the heart, whether by true compassion or by there-for-the-grace-of relief and/or guilt.

But Big Charity is big, big business. It creates think tanks, makes financial investments – and reeeeally long advertisements, gets generous tax relief, requires paid staff, is funded by fickleness… It is politicised and corporatised. As such, Poverty is a massive investment opportunity and Charity is a bubble that need not burst.

Personally, I think it’s rather depressing that a ‘developed’ nation still requires so many charities at all and I think it’s appalling that so many are so sorely needed now, just to cover for infrastructural, economic and attitudinal inadequacies.

And yet.. At this moment in time: thank goodness for Charity, whatever its size and form! And for those who donate and those who are volunteering themselves quite ragged, such is the struggle to meet increasing needs. For, under neoliberal socio-economic policies there are now many more holes in the safety net and Charity, in its myriad forms, is indeed the only entity plugging the most desperate and wholly deliberately made gaps. But, as Ekklesia’s wonderful writer, Bernadette Meaden says, “picking up the pieces” is also to risk “letting the government off the hook”. Conservatives see schemes like food banks as supply side economics (the double-thinking nerve of it!) – as a mark of enlightened social and economic success in a civilised people – so the demand they create, through their cruel policies, is spun as evidence that their Victorianesque ‘Big Society’ aspiration is working.

But how ignorant and reckless to purposefully shrink a perfectly reasonable remit of the State and replace it with an outsourced expectation of deeds of guilt and good will. How frighteningly regressive, negligent and patronising is that?! And how shortsighted and complacent is a Society that, rather than lamenting and questioning the political causes of the constant need for Charitable intervention, is, instead, content or resigned to putting its faith in and relying on the philanthropy of the wealthy and powerful – those who also co-create and perpetuate the dependency and help formulate the policies of government. And how terrifying for those demographics compelled to depend upon it in their increasing numbers.

Big Charity is another vehicle by which a government absolves itself of its duties to the State – that’s all of us, remember – and outsources its most ideologically inconvenient socio-economic responsibilities to private organisations. And when Big Charity actually becomes a contracted public service provider, who are its clients: those that provide the funds (which this Government is reducing)  or the intended beneficiaries as per the mission statement? And how pernicious is it that philanthropic organisations should depend upon the perpetuation of the very causes they set themselves up to alleviate and eradicate? It’s a most unpleasant symbiosis that doesn’t look anything like progress and I think we shouldn’t accept it because, while we do, any chance at developing an economy and a more equitable society that truly serves us all is greatly inhibited. What about Society is ‘dear’ to us and what will be the cost if we forsake it..?

What kind of country (or however many countries we are, nowadays) do libertarian proponents think Britain will become as the vast majority of the population is arbitrarily relegated to second-, third- or even no-rate status? Just how long could such a state of affairs actually last? How much country would there be left and who and how many could thrive in it? Or really want to? The trajectory hints at the dystopia of many science fictions.

A society that has more justice is a society that needs less charity.” ~ Ralph Nader

I’m all right, Jacks

I’m so sick of “I’m all right, Jacks”
With their narrow-minded thinks
And simplistic understanding
So relentlessly demanding
Paltry policies that stink
And bring the nation’s
Quiet populations
To the very brink of
RIOT
As they sink
Beneath the radar of compassion
Since the fashion came to pass
That those who didn’t cause this
ECONOMIC FARCE
Are made the scapegoats of disquiet
With expedient derision
Based on top-down spun division
From the Conning Men who sell
That it’s the vulnerable people
Who have brought us to this Hell
And that their neoliberal show
Is still the only way to ‘grow’
And so the Relatively Well
Queue up to buy it.