Eyes closed
No breath of notes
No words left to say
No tongue to articulate
I rest
Feet up
A ghost drifting
Between this world and that
In abstract
I find form
Given birth again
By foreign tongue
History written
Cannot be undone
Has fate allowed for me
To be read aloud
I am consumed
Nothing left
But for what the reader’s digest
A Bible
And blessed be the word
(of Truth)
A Truth
Which cannot be undressed
As words themselves shiver
When used under duress
Speeches given
To deceive
By nimble and agile tongue
Will be undone
And fall foul of their own corruption
When exposed in the light
of the Sun



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Typing begins
Letters and Words start to Flow
(or do they?)
But where do they come from?
And where do they go?
Who is there to curate this steady stream
of nonsense and soliloquy?
Impassioned yet Disillusioned
Stare at the flat tyre of Hope
50 miles from home
Stricken on some desolate highway
Hmm….maybe the “Bates Motel” rest stop
15 miles back
will have a phone I can use?!
I used to think that a bag on my back
and the great outdoors
was all I’d need
Only the bag was always too heavy
And I never got out much anyway
Turtling with my life
“Slow and steady wins the race”
Words echo and reverberate around
the inside of my dusty cranium
I didn’t even know there was a race
But perhaps there was
…And perhaps I was there at the start
Only I got shot by the starter’s pistol…
Either way this empty shell ain’t going anywhere
And where to go anyhow?!
Like a slow growing acorn in a Forrest of Dawn Redwoods
Everything rushes to find and occupy
any and all available space
Choked off by the rapid growing surroundings
And overtaken by the high-speed, 24/7
Life-draining, Drone-driven society
Things never did quite take root for me
On ever shifting sands
Soil stripped bare of nutrients
In the fight to hammer out
A barely adequate existence
Straining beyond breaking point
Adorned with everything greedy little paws can set upon
All of life’s “Jewelery and Make-up”
Make you a pretty little prostitute
So shake your “money maker” on the street corner
You know the one
At the crossroads where you have to choose
between right and wrong
So you show some thigh
and pout your lips
and flutter your eyelashes at every passing ‘opportunity’
Go ahead
See if you can get a ‘good’ price for your soul
As everything that’s good inside you withers and dies
And all in the pursuit of something
Nothing more than
A word which to me describes the colour of boredom
A kind of middling brown
About the same colour as all the shit that’s floating around
Because this world filled up with it far too quickly
And it seems that no-one ever learned to flush
“What’s the point?” – some say
Others – “Why not?!”
“Where did this all start?”
“When will it ever stop?”
I have some minor talents, sure
Just don’t ask me to name them
And I don’t seek abject fame or glory
Just something nice to frame them
But when every effort gets blown away
You need to stop and take a look around
If you’re in the middle of a storm
Fair enough, you’ll have to try to ride it out
But when I looked all I thought was
“Hey, who’s that guy with the shotgun?”
And another thing…
Whoever it was who said:
“You’re not a victim of circumstance,
Just of you’re own decisions”

Would obviously have no sympathy for some like Anne Frank
Or the thousands of starving children in Africa
…given that it was clearly their own stupid fault
for choosing to live there…
But that’s just me
or simply agonist
If I can provoke some kind of response I will
For better or worse
I’ll tell what’s motivational
Absolutely nothing
— (or is that ‘what war is good for’?!)
But do you know why people say
“you have to play the cards your dealt”?
Because if they convince everyone
that Life is a Game (like Poker)
…Where success is based upon your ability
to lie, cheat and steal
All whilst remaining calm
looking at someone
and smiling to their face
whilst you stick
a knife in their back…
Then they can pretty much do what they like
And not have to feel guilty
I mean what a way to ensure
the total collapse of
decent, civilised and moralistic values
Pitch everyone in this world against one another
Battle Roayal
The winner is the one left standing at the end
Only no-one is allowed get off the island alive!!
Why don’t we teach kids this in schools huh?
Just tell them the truth?!
Because some sick bastard(s) realised
That it’s even more fun to see
How long it takes the dumb shits
To figure it out
…13 years old, standing there
lunch box in one hand
intestines from the knife wound across their stomach in the other
“I just wanted to be friends…”
They manage to whimper before dropping to their knees and keeling over…

“Too far!” – you say

Well yes okay, perhaps this rant has plummeted
To some depraved and desperate levels of despair
When really all it was meant as
Was a way to clear the air
From all of this smoke around me
So that perhaps again I may
And see the light
and the beauty of the Natural World
around me
And this was only meant to be
A Stream of Consciousness” experiment
But I think
…like a fisherman looking out to sea,
seeing several Dark and OmminousTM patches…
That it serves as a warning
To proceed with Caution
And to strongly reconsider
whether it is wise or not
To go Sailing at all?!
Better instead
To ‘Turtle’ in bed…
Let the pangs of the fantasy of action
and the hunger for satisfaction
fade and subside
Yes they may rise again soon
and this whole crazy cycle
can begin again anew
And perhaps again
provoke you to write (or do)
something else
which means nothing
And the pathetic,
lustful longing for significance
can be crushed once more
by the heavy, meaty boot
of this thing called “REALITY”

So watch the skies
and watch this space
as I consider that
perhaps it is a good thing
that I will see my therapist again,

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British Heart Foundation’s Peak District Mountain Bike Challenge

Hello folks! Sorry it’s been a while since my last post, and even longer since any poetry or whatever spewed forth from my keyboard, but I thought I would keep you updated with things…

So here we go, time for another Charity Cycling Challenge!!

I know that you’re all itching to sponsor me, but you’ll just have to be patient whilst I get my donations page set up. [I will post a link back here soon!].

Again I will post regular updates of my “no pain – no gian” training [lol], only this time I’m using an Android App called MapMyRide so it should be much easier for me to just post links to my latest work out’s rather than trying to type up something “interesting”! 😀

I have completed a few routes using this app already so these will be uploaded first.

Best wishes to all o’ ya 😉
Stay fit and stay healthy!!

– TS

Hiatus Haiku

Posted: 11 Jul 2013 in Haiku, Uncategorized
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Hiatus Haiku
To explain why I am not
Currently blogging…

So, I have been out of the country for some 4 weeks (Some well deserved R&R after the Nightrider event? …perhaps!) and I have not been blogging!

To be honest I haven’t even really felt like blogging (sorry). So I will be taking another hiatus until I have forgotten and then remembered that I have a blog, or until I find some inspiration to write again. In the meantime I have some (slightly) more important things to do, like finding a job and earning some money….largely so that I can spend even more time out of the country (WooHoo!).

I would like to thank everyone who has ever read anything on my blog, and I have much gratitude for all of the people who have “liked”, “followed” and/or “commented” on any of my posts. This is likely not the end, but I suspect that things will be quiet here for some time. I would also like to say that I have especially enjoyed reading the posts and poems and seeing the beautiful photos that so many of the incredibly talented writers, photographers and budding hobbyists have contributed out there in “WordPress Land” (do people still call it the “blog-o-sphere”?), it truly lifts the spirits and inspires to see such endless talents strewn across the world.

Thank you.
A good night to all, and to all a good night. 😉

Well I honestly have no recollection of if I did any training over the weekend, I’d like to think I did….maybe a jog and some of my “work-out” but…my memory is blank, so…

What I do know is that on this day I went for a bike ride, I was feeling good and the Sun was shining so I was determined to get out and make the most of it. With this in mind I went for a longer rider than last time, taking a route from Eccleshall to Stafford, then along the A34 to Stone, and back to Eccleshall. This forms a nice ‘triangle’ route which I’d estimated at about 15 miles, although now that I am registered on Mapometer.com I can share these routes with you and get an accurate mileage too!

It’s really great! I mean, what would I have to write in my Training Diary otherwise?

“…Uh…I went for a bike ride today… It was nice!”

Anyway so here’s the map for this triangle route

Eccleshal - Stafford - Stone Triangle by HatsOff on mapometer.com

Along the way I stopped of briefly at Great Bridgeford…

View from the bridge at Great Bridgeford, looking towards Stafford

The river running under the bridge at Great Bridgeford, Staffordshire, UK

Then further on, half way along the A34 I took this picture at a grand country house near Whitgreave…

Country House near Whitgreave, Staffordshire, UK

However as I was heading back down the hill towards Eccleshall I felt like making the most of the good weather, and since I wasn’t too exhausted just yet I decided to extend my ride, so I diverted down the lane to my right and headed out on the reverse of the “Copmere Country Lanes” route from my last ride.

For those keeping track this is the lane just before the 9 mile marker on the Copmere loop’s map. I continued out along this route until a little past the 7 mile marker and took the left turn, following this all the way back to the B5026 (Loggerheads Road) then took this back in to Eccleshall. I stopped at the old Church to take some more pictures…

Holy Trinity Church, Eccleshall, Staffordshire, UK

Church information engraving, Holy Trinity Church, Eccleshall, Staffordshire, UK

From the Church I rode up Kerry Lane (steep hill!) and then back along in to Eccleshall and the ‘Finish line’….or perhaps it was the Swedish line, I don’t know! 😀 (ahem…sorry)

I hope the pictures make up for the complete lack of anything else much to say when I go for a bike ride to train and get fit! All the time thinking and remembering that this isn’t just for me but is in preparation for The Event.