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Memory of Dreams

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, First light

I awoke
I remembered my dream
My oldest friend
And I
On holiday
On a strange island
We were going glassblowing
He dashed ahead
I lost him
I panicked
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I know dreams don’t really mean anything – but this surely means my dreaming mind is more creative than my waking one.

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Confined

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Space. It stretched out before him – endless, dark, enticing. The stars were faint and blurry through the thick glass view port, moving in a slow arc across his vision.

He could feel the endless nothing all around, calling to his soul, a siren’s whisper.

Float with us. Float with us forever! Float and forget.

The dark song was as endless as dreams.

He shook his head, fighting off the draining sensation.

He needed to concentrate.

He turned away to look out the only other viewport.

This one was dominated by the dark shadow of the dead ship. It was only visible against the deeper blackness due to the fading embers of molten metal fragments of its destruction.

They too fade from sight to and die.

Like everyone inside.

He shivered.

Looking out that viewport was hurting his neck. He faced forward again. He was too cramped. He could only move his head left and right and his arms enough to use the control by his hands and the keyboards before him.

He was stuck.

Daydreams had led him here – he couldn’t let them end him here.

A beep from the computer brought his senses back to proper alertness.

It had started. The attacks were coming.

He had anticipated it, though not so quickly and not all at once.

Float….

Concentrate!

“Update”, he commanded.

The computer’s calm voice responded.

“Interceptors are on the way they will arrive in precisely 623 seconds.”

“They must be responding to the distress call from the prison,” he muttered.

“That would seem a high probability.”

Dammit! He hadn’t been able to cut that off in time.

The computer went on.

“We should send our own distress call, they will be equipped to rescue you.”

“Do not!” he commanded. “Keep radio silence!”

“Affirmative.”

They were not only equipped for rescue. They were heavily armed. Once they learned the truth – and very soon they would – weapons would their first response.

“And our firewall?” he queried.

“The outer defence has been breached but the systems have not yet been compromised.”

That wouldn’t last much longer. The authorities were suspicious already –  the presence of such a strong firewall did not to allay those suspicions – so they were hitting the firewall with the best they had.

“And my program?”

“Approximately 800 seconds to completion.”

Not enough time!

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. There was too much at stake here to fail.

He needed more time.

“Instigate firewall program 42!”

The computer complied and ran the program for him.  That would keep the cyber attacks at bay for a little longer.

He shook his head. He had the nagging feeling that this was all just too fantastic!

Only a year ago the only thing he did on a computer was check social media and chat! Spaceships were a thing of science-fiction! Now here he was a master programmer and a fugitive from the authorities flying in space. It all seemed too unreal.

It was the stress of the situation he told himself and he could not afford to be distracted by it.

Besides he wasn’t actually flying a spaceship right now. He was drifting in what was little more than an escape pod.

But the ship he had escaped from was real. As were those bearing down on him. And these were not the only truths he had discovered lately.

He looked at the countdown on the program he was running.

“OK,” he told the computer, “prepare a distress call. But inject the virus I prepared.”

“That is against regulations,” the computer informed him. He barked an override code at it and it proceeded to prepare the distress call.

It was amazing what you could learn in prison. Hacking, override codes. The truth about the universe out there.

Putting him in prison had been their mistake.

Daydreams and curiosity had led him to that prison. he asked too many questions and that had got him into trouble at work and with the Government. That alone would probably not have condemned him but he had also an inventive streak. And a paranoid one.

When they hauled him for questioning he had snuck in a crude listening device.

It had not worked very well but he had caught snippets of conversation.

“He seems immune..”

“Is he any harm though?”

“ … control …    inherited or just a ….. “

“He is a dreamer, not a revolutionary.”

“There we go then. We make him a believer…”

Unfortunately, the listening device was discovered – and that sealed his fate. He was shipped off to a deep space prison ship.

A deep space prison ship! One day he was in a world where the space shuttle was the most sophisticated space vehicle man had created and smartphones where the best man seemed to be able to achieve – the next he was in a world of spaceships – and space police!

It was a culture shock, to say the least.

He was dumped into prison and forgotten.

And that was the strangest thing of all. In prison, he flourished.

On earth – in his old life he had been Mr Average Joe to a T. Prison should have broken him. Yet he found that he had more freedom stuck on this ship than ever before.

He learned the truth for one thing.

There existed on earth (and space) a super élite far above anything anyone even suspected existed. They had science and wealth beyond the imagination of most people.

The rests of the population were kept in drug-induced ignorance. Cattle whose sole purpose was to provide this élite with their lifestyle.

Knowledge seemed to flow freely in prison and he absorbed it all. He learnt to program and how to hack computers.

He had vowed to expose the truth and free the world.

So he had concocted his escape. It had cost him the lives of everyone on that ship – and probably his own life too but he didn’t care.

He was filled with fury. He wanted to free the enslaved population of the human race for sure. What he wanted more though was to see the smug bastards who ruled them get their just deserts.

“Distress call is ready to send.”

He nodded, he was about to tell the computer to send it when it preempted him.

“New contacts.”

“What?”

“There are two more ships, coming in from the direction of Saturn.”

“More interceptors?”

“No. They bear all the signs of space pirates?”

Space pirates? Pirates? How could pirates exist? That would imply ….

He shook his head. There were too many questions threatening to distract him. He had to concentrate.

“Program completion has been suspended.” the computer announced.

What!?

He flung his fingers at the keyboard and dove into code. They had not yet got full control but they managed to stop his program.

Which implied they knew or guessed what he was doing.

He glanced at the other screen. The pirates would get here quicker than the interceptors! And they would shoot first!

He didn’t hesitate now. He called up his virus and made a few changes, then he told the computer to prepare it again and send it.

Then he dove back in and started a counterattack against the hackers. He managed to regain control and get his program running again. He then spent the next few minutes  both fighting the hackers off and keeping his exit channels open.

While he did this he also watched as his virus took hold of the interceptors and turned them towards the pirates. They would be forced to fight each other for a bit.

The program was also done. The hackers came on in full force. He struggled to hold them back.

A fireball briefly bloomed in space. All the pirate ships and interceptors signals went dead. They had destroyed each other.

Almost there.

Now the hackers could see the program running even if they couldn’t stop it yet.

A signal flickered back to life on the screen

One interceptor had survived.

It was closing in, weapons charged.

Almost.

“Program completed!” the computer announced.

“Run it!” he shouted.

He watched the screen as the truth – all the truth – was sent out to every single person on earth.

The lies were exposed.

Come now, float with us…

No!

The interceptor would be in range soon.

He breathed easier.

He had done as much as he could for the world. Now he had to look to his own survival.

He was stranded in space, with limited resources and little time. Air and supplies running out and no hope of rescue.

After the years and years of confinement, he welcomed the challenge – relished it.

“Now this,” he said, with an almost feral grin, “is living!”

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 28/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. First light

Remember yesterday, when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

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Tragedy of Apathy

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Comedy of Errors

It’s 2022
It true
But still
There’s a madman
With his finger on the button

Our zenith has passed
We missed the chance
To progress beyond
Our nature
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OK – nothing to do with the prompt really – apart from that’s all that came to mind when I read it.

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Owners Guide to Cattle

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Keep them on the verge
Of being panicked
Keep them unsure
And afraid
Whip them into a frenzy
Then collect the coin they make
Prod them where you need them to go

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 27/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Comedy of errors

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!
Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.

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Happy Ever After

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Happy ever after

Happy ever after?
We all know
This is consigned to fairy tales
Why
In this century
Are we still driven by greed
To war?
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None

By Scott Bailey © 2017

None can understand me
Our inner teen cries
And so the world hurls
And churns
On and on and on

Image from Pixabay
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Scott’s Daily Prompt 26/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Happily ever after

“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?

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A Bird in the Hand

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Cliche

A bird in the hand
Is not worth
Two in the bush
The two in the bush are free
The one in the hand will wither
The two in the bush will multiply
Bring forth bounty
The one in the hand will need feeding
Care and Tenderness
The hand that holds
Is neither tender nor caring
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Mankind Limited – The Sky

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The sky to the west was as dark as a promise of Armageddon. It was punctuated occasionally by a piercing fork of blue-white lightning.

As piercing as the eyes that watched.

Mankind Ltd.

Read an excerpt here.

Available as

Kindle

or hardback

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 25/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Cliché

Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.

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15 Years

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Buffalo Nickel

I found a coin
From 2007
I was newly married
Brown was a new PM
Helicopters and coaches crashed
Here and there
I started a new job
We were still in Europe

We didn't know the joys
And the horrors to come
In the next 15 years

By the end of the next 15
I should be retired
What will happen between now
And then

What were you doing in 2007?

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Concert

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Speaker throbs with bass
Notes leap higher and higher
Feedback thrills the crowd

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 24/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Buffalo nickel

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

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B+

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, B+

B+
Be true
Be you
But be more
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Old Silver

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The purr of the projector
Warm popcorn scent
Dust motes dancing in the light
Deep, dusty heavy red drapes
Mumbles and fumbles in the shadows
Hand brushing hand by chance
Close, sweet breath and perfume
The excitement of the old silver screen

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 23/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. B+

Write about what you did last weekend as though you’re a music critic reviewing a new album.

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Seconds

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Seconds

Where is our time
The hours saved in the kitchen
The days saved by the robots
The weeks shaved by the ones and zeros
It was all supposed to save us time
Instead
We have seconds
Left to think
Before consumption
Calls again
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Boxy

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Worn out, knackered, done
A brimful of boxy fun
In old Legoland

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 22/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Seconds

Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail.

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Undo

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Undo

We all have those memories
That make us cringe
Those times
We wish we could undo
But if we did
We would not have those memories
To make us cringe
And warn us
Not to do it again
So
We would do worse
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Deep Roots

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The roots of the trees are deep
In the deep of the old old forest
Digging in the dirt, drinking in the earth
Long are the memories
The past seeping slowly from
Root to trunk to branch to leaf
Contemplating
Ripped up.
Houses built.

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 21/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Undo

If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.

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Plot of Earth

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Plot of Earth

Selective isolation
That would be my goal
Off the grid
Powered by the sun and wind and tide
Food from the earth
Room for friends to visit
And children to play
Security
Not much to ask
Why is it so distant
For so many
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Grey

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Gunmetal grey
Blood-red letters
Professional presentation
Businesslike
Guns and Blood and Business
Bedfellows for eternity

Image by Pexels from Pixabay
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Scott’s Daily Prompt 20/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. A plot of earth

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?

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Nightmare

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Nightmares

I dreamt
I was living in poverty
My home was gone
My family replaced
My life controlled
A nightmare
Or a plan
By darker forces
Masquerading as leaders
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Latecomer

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The latecomer arrives
The straggler
Moving slowly and surely
Youth spent
Only to find
Everyone else departed
Leaving him
With only their mistakes

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 19/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Nightmares

Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?

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Far From Normal

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Far From Normal.

Far from normal 
Our family is
Like many others
Far from normal
But then
That is normal
The drive for conformity
From the media that surrounds us
Is abnormal
There is no normal
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The Eye

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Behold the great eye
Watching through the trees, maybe
Just a butterfly

Butterfly Wing
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Scott’s Daily Prompt 18/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Far from normal

Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

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The Swan

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Mentors

The Swan glided by
Remembering
Its days as a cygnet
Mesmerised by its mentors

Now it knew
Their lessons were empty
Now he chose
His mentors more wisely
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Sir Richard Francis Burton

By Scott Bailey

If ever you are looking for a good and somewhat different biography to read them try Burton: A Biography of Sir Richard Francis Burton by Byron Farwell.

I am not one for biographies myself – I only read this one due to the fact that he was featured in one of my favourite old time Science Fiction series – the Riverworld books by Philip Jose Farmer. A series where every single person who ever lived is resurrected on one world all at once – just a fantastic premise in itself.

Farmer uses Burton as the main character of the first book (and others later on.)  He writes him with such passion and paints him in such an interesting way that you can’t help but find out more about him.

So I delved into this biography. Farmer had only painted a small part of his life!

Sir Richard Francis Burton, in reality, was  – complicated.

He was a man of extremes. In many ways, he was extremely admirable. On other extremely reprehensible! Unforgivably so.

He achieved more in his lifetime than many of us could on six, seven, eight lifetimes! But is beliefs were bigoted and selfish, to say the least.

For example:

He was an avid supporter of slavery! He believed women’s places were in the home or the bed! He was vehemently anti-semitic and wrote several books that still cause controversy today!

You could argue he was a product of his time but he was an intelligent man and there were plenty of contemporaries who were seeing past the constraints of their society and challenging the established views.

He was a womaniser – had affairs, frequented brothels. He was a brawler – fought at the drop of a hat earning him the nickname Ruffian Dick. He disregarded authority of all kinds and went his own way, expelled from University and often AWOL from his army career.

However:

On the flip side.

He was one of the foremost fencers of the time inventing some new moves.

He was a masterful linguist  – he was fluent in 24 languages – and in many of the different dialects of them. So much so he could pass himself off as a local in many places. He learnt much of it from prostitutes!

He was a master of disguise – not just in the fact he could dress up, makeup and talk like the locals. But that he understood them, he took the time to know their customs and etiquette, the foibles without which he would have been betrayed as an outsider. He immersed himself in their culture.

He made seven pilgrimages in his life.  Studying and being accepted into various religions – understanding their teachings while not believing any of them.

He was the epitome of an explorer, making dangerous journey in strange lands, suffering illness and injury, going back for more and pressing on.

He explored and brought to light the many sexual practices from around the world. He brought much middle eastern and eastern culture to our consciousness. He brought us translations of the Thousand and One Nights, the Karma Sutra and the Perfumed Garden.

So as I said, complicated.

It brings up a problem we often have with heroes. We want them to be perfect. We want all those good qualities without the bad. But life is not like that – people are not like that.

We kind of know that – we try and accommodate it. Modern day fictional heroes have their flaws, they are dark and brooding and have emotional baggage. But nothing we can’t handle – nothing really reprehensible.

So it got me thinking. I have a real problem with Sir Richard Francis Burton. I admire what he achieved. I dislike what he was as a person. I certainly would not like not have known him personally. 

And I see a reflection of modern men in this dilemma. I have written here about how men (and everyone in fact) are demonised in modern media. On the other side, we are brought up with a set of ideals about what a man should be what we should strive to be.

We end up with conflicting views – an ideal – heroic man to strive for, and the wretch the world tells us we are.

The conflict I feel when thinking about Richard Francis Burton is the conflict we feel about modern men – he is a kind of reflection of us.

We should, I think – start to accept our flaws more, try to improve and eliminate them, yes, but give ourselves a break. They are a part of us, a part of our nature. Nobody is perfect – natures abhors perfection as much as a vacuum.  Perfection does not exist so let’s stop trying to achieve it.

Anyway, ramble over.

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 17/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Mentor

Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

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The Clock

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, The Clock

I heard the car door slam and immediately looked at the clock. It had stopped

6.20am 18th February, I awoke to the truth. It was cold. The war was ongoing – would never stop.

But I did not care.

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Best I can manage today – I am feeling so ill.

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Curse

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The tiger curses
Beautiful, perfect pelt
The hunter’s desire

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 16/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. The clock

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

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Pride

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Proud

I have been proud
Recently
My colleagues, friends, loved ones
Told me 
Well done
I swelled
Ah
I am easily led
To that fall
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Mankind Ltd – What Right?

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What right had she to make decisions for other people?

What had made her think that those posters were true?

How dare she have the courage to break those chains?

By Scott Bailey 

 

Read an excerpt here.

Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 15/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Proud

When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

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Ode to my Wife

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Cupid’s Arrow

Through glass doors, I saw your eyes
They struck me that very first time
And as you waited, I felt surprise
And bells began to chime
I had been resigned until that day
To accept a single life
Now it seemed I must find a way
To make this girl my wife
I opened up those doors that day
And let you in my life

You sashayed by in your silky skirt
More than my heart arose
I wondered if would just be hurt
If this road I chose
History did not promise much
My track record did not shine
But your perfection I longed to touch
Could it be that you’d be mine?
To the smallest hope, I would clutch
And revelled in your shine

Your beauty, your smile they stole my heart
I longed to hold you near
To be your friend was a shaky start
Al least I could be near
Until that day we made took the leap
We became more than friends
Then my heart was forever deep
With a love that never ends
And though age and time forever creep
This love still never ends

Your ever happy shining heart
Lights my life through every waking hour
You are a living work of art
A beauty like a flower
You stir my lust, you stir my love
You want to make me grow
You are sunshine from above
A perfect warming glow
You are my hope bringing dove
May your light forever flow
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Wonders

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Starlings swooping down
As they spy the big city
Wonders await them

Image by Unachicalinda from Pixabay
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Scott’s Daily Prompt 14/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Cupid’s arrow

It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

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The Politician’s Apology

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Shoulda, coulda, woulda

Shoulda done more
Coulda done more
Would have done more
But
There was this 
And there was that
We did our best
Under the circumstances
We did
Better than them
Better than we thought
So
We apologise
For earth we left you
We enjoyed it while we could
So now you can’t
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Blind (Etheree)

By Scott Bailey © 2013

We
are blind
to the truth
Everyday
Suffering goes on
And we deny it all
Unable to find a way
Through the maze of our modern lives
To a place where we can be ourselves
And hold out that hand that helps our neighbour

Instead we clench our hand in a tight fist
Holding tight onto what we have gained
Not seeing what we are losing
What slips away from our grasp
Diminishing our souls
Focused on our goals
With such passion
That we are
simply
Blind

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Scott’s Daily Prompt 13/02/2022

Today’s prompt is. Shoulda, woulda, coulda

Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.

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I Write

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, All about you

I can’t contain my dreams
So I write
I can’t speak with eloquence
So I write
I cannot fly
So I write
I cannot stand and fight
So I write
I cannot remember
So I write
I cannot still my fears
So I write

There is so much to dream for
So many arguments to win
So much to fly from
So much to fight against
So many memories to cherish
So much to fear

So
I write
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The Urban Jungle
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The Urban Jungle – Thirteen Tales

The Urban Jungle

The pressures of civilisation conflict with the urge to conserve and record. Someone – something – intervenes from with echoes from the distant past.

The Urban Jungle

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

By Scott Bailey

A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Others are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.

Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.

Check it out at Amazon.

A paperback version is now available for those who prefer the feel of the paper while huddling by the fire – on your own – in the dark – with that noise behind you……