A part

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You do not stand alone,

I am with you, solidarity,

no number could quantify the bond between you and me,

stand up, walk-on, dance, be free,

you always help,

you always remind me,

you always carry me,

you always help me,

time  and oceans between us but we are not apart,

you are firmly fixed  in my heart.

motion, art and all creations,

I don’t take a single direction,

action,  decision,

without consulting you,

you may not be here but that is true.

I can’t demonstrate and I can’t articulate, your precious value,

you are loved by me and will be for eternity,

Companion

I’m not here to beg you not to set sail,

I just wish I could follow you like a blue whale,

I wish you a peaceful voyage,

I hope the land is pleasant,

The water clear and the grass green,

I hope the people are sincere,

I hope you have no reason to fear,

I look forward to your stories……though to imagine is not to share,

I will be there by your side, along for the ride, drifting with the tide,

Where shall I go, what do I know,

I don’t think I could ever be anywhere else,

I wouldn’t want to be, this is my own, these are my roots,

my foundations, this is my situation,

I pray my prayer for everyone and everything,

The loss of a friend, a veteran, a companion, sadness, the best for you is all I wish,

soon one day all one day we will meet I will be complete,

see you soon,

Emotion pictures

I’m sorry but I forgot, how we parted or where we left off,

You grew old and I grew angry and sad,

The clouds float silently through the sky,

Moving without motion,

Emotion….I could see through their wickedness, straight through their folly,

Like moss on a roof,
clinging to truth,

We are the ones who dream,
In clean air,
Pulling small pieces of beach sand carefully from our hair,

We are the ones who feel,

We are the ones who believe in our elements,

We believe the choice,

We are the ones with wings, the birds Who sing,

The one’s who eat peacefully,

We are the ones who know your language,
We are the ones that will keep you sane,

I will stand on that mountain and I’ll speak to the crowd,
I’ll sit in silence and listen,

I’ll be dragged from my horse in an ancient skirmish,

We like your ideas, we share your fears,

The air was fresh and the wind was mild, it reminded me of when I was a child.
I’m walking with you through your favourite grass field, holding your smallest finger struggling to keep pace, happy, everyday we are busy, everyday we are angry, everyday we laugh, everyday we create arguments just to fight, in the end agreeing each other is right.

There are others but they are black as night.

Teach me and tell me i’m right.

A Poacher’s Revenge

I hide, I sit, I wait, I shoot, I eat. My name is Bob Edwards and they call me a ‘poacher’. They hunt me down with their big dogs – hounds of the devil – I call them. That is all apart from Sunny my companion wolf-dog. He’s the most useful tool I have because unlike my rifle he can kill almost silently. I’ve even trained him to catch our dinner, which is generally rabbit stew, he’ll get it in the neck without making too much of a mess. Ever since Par died it’s been him and me. Par stepped into one of those evil man-traps and at the age of thirteen I watched my Par bleed to death. His last words that I’ll never forget were: ‘ Don’t ever be tempted into those wicked cities son, they’ll turn you into a slave of the system’ he said. ‘Like a hamster on a wheel’…….

See the difference between me and most is that I eat what I catch and then sell the pelt for what I can and buy ‘meself’ some more hot lead. That’s how I live, never wanted to live any other way, it’s ‘da’ only trade ‘a’ know. The hypercritical bastards persecute me for hunting for ‘ma’ bread. They hunt us down with their dogs like I’m some ‘kinda’ rabbit. When they kill an animal they say it’s ‘cos’ they need to control the population ‘The Balance’ they say. Anyway they don’t kill an animal they destroy it.

Better be on the move again. That gunshot i’ll draw ’em’ like flies to a carcass. What I do you see is hide it and go back later that night for me supper ‘en’ to skin the animal for it’s pelt. I can hear their dog’s already – filthy mutts -, evil gits. They’ll never catch us with their dogs and mutts. They’re useless, as I’m off down the river on ‘me’ canoe. It’s not a bought canoe like most folks would get, no! Made ‘this’un’ by ‘meself’ took me a whole day hollowing it out of a blooming tree. ‘ Ma’ friends ask me why I don’t get a ‘proper’ job. ‘An’ I say to ’em’ you get me a job that’ll pay for a 50,000 acre back garden.

With night closing ‘an me’ tired I decided to stop at the side of the river like I usually do. I never stray far from ‘me’ river and ‘ma’ canoe to make a quick get away. We never stay in one place more than once or you become a creature of habit, an animal and animals get caught, I don’t. That’s what my Dad said to me before he stepped into that evil man-trap.

The reassuring feeling of Sunny by ‘me’ feet and the crackling of a warm fire soothes me and tempts me to forget all ‘me’  w o r r i e s……. a n d……..f e a r s………………….

This is what I love about what I do, waking up to the babbling of the……………………

‘Oh Shit!’ Is that the dogs I hear. They’re on to me! Those dogs are the ultimate tracking machines they won’t stop until your dead…A wolf, their close relatives, can track it’s prey for three days jogging constantly if it has to. Sunny’s been itching to have a go at them ever since he first heard them, but he wouldn’t stand a chance three on one. Head for the river as soon as I hear those dogs. In to my canoe and away in seconds. As I’m going past them in my canoe I provide ‘meself’ with cover this is quite easy, a few loose rounds should do the job. They know that in a straight out canoe race me and Sunny would whip them.

I daren’t go back for me bear hide for I’ve got a hunch they’ve found it. I won’t stop canoeing until the day is out, have ‘me’ jerky on the go because it’s not worth the risk of stopping but I’ll slow down if Sunny wants to stretch his legs by swimming in the river. I’d do almost anything for Sunny because he’s as loyal as they come.

It’s getting dark now, I think it’s best I make camp, that small cove should hide my canoe quite nicely. If it gets spotted by those gamekeepers I’m knackered as they wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in me and pretending I never existed. I fall into a deep sleep like a baby………

God what a gorgeous morning, ‘ SUNNY, SUNNY’ where is that dog. ‘HERE BOY’ He never normally goes off like this! SUNNY! SUNNY! What if they’ve taken him? Where is he? Panic sweeps over me. I walk a couple of hundred yards and find him. ‘Me’ poor dog. I cannot describe my anguish. Strapped to a tree with a bullet in his head and half eaten by those evil mutts, dried blood staining the tree and the leaves around it. My God he’s been my sole companion since the age of thirteen. I must pull myself together. I can hear ‘ma’ Par saying, ‘ Channel your anger Son, Don’t let it drown you.’

I’ve taken him down and put him in ‘ma’ canoe to take to somewhere not as dangerous to give him a proper burial. He must have go the scent of something last night and gone straight into their twisted trap. They shouldn’t be allowed to protect animals if they’re capable of doing things like that. This looks like a good spot. As I dig away making him a proper grave that won’t get dug up by scavengers, I think to ‘meself’ what can I do to make them pay for this disgusting act of debauchery, ‘it’ worse than murdering, those sick bastards! I decide on the Final Act the highest punishment: Death, I will kill them! They have pushed me over the edge, I will not run, I will become the hunter of all and the ‘Gamekeepers’ the prey. They’ve taken away from me the only thing I had left in the cruellest way possible.

I hope they all behave a bit better with a bullet in their brain. It’s going to be those evil mutts they set on my Sunny that die first though. They, those twisted bastards, set the man-traps that led ‘ma’ Par to such a horrendous death. I won’t rest until they are avenged.

As I walk from tree to tree half expecting to hear their perverse voices in the background so much I can almost hear them in ‘me’ head, ‘me’ mental pictures keep flashing between my mutilated dog amongst that dried blood and ‘ma’ Par in his last tortured moments. I can hear them laughing as Sunny would be ripped to pieces. Lets see how they laugh at the wrong side of ‘me’ high powered rifle.

As night falls I grow a malicious smile on ‘ma’ face for darkness is where I am untouchable. I hear their raucous voices in the distance now along with their mocking laughter.

There is no need to get close to the camp for I can pick them off o n e by o n e. As I adjust the scopes a rush of ecstasy flows through ‘me’ blood. The elation at the thought of taking these bastards down is overwhelming.

The round is in the chamber ready to be liberated to do my lost relatives justice. BANG! Down goes one of those pretty ‘hounds of the devil!’ One down three more dogs and four more keepers to go! The kick back was sharp but only heightened my elation and determination to destroy them all. Come to Momma! BANG! BANG! BANG! All of those mutts down. Feeling better Sunny! Totally enveloped in a frenzy and lust for blood.

I could sit hear and watch them run around like headless chicken but no they will die! Look at them running around trying to find cover behind pebbles wondering whose going to be next. Look they’ve even pulled out their pistols now as if they could reach me that same malicious smile beams across ‘me’ face as I realise they are helpless prey. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The silence returns to the forest slowly after the volley of echoes. It leaves me shuddering as the adrenaline flows from my body and the elation collapses.

That is what happens to evil and twisted men. Their clones however will come again in the false belief that they are justified in their wicked ways but next I could end up like my Par or Sunny but for now my Par and faithful dog comrade avenged I can return to my previous existence.

I hide, I sit, I wait, I shoot, I eat.

Tyrant

Tyrant

I watched him from afar like any independent thinkers who valued their current existence.
A tyrant, he walked onto the battlefield with his army of women and strongmen and soaked up his enemies strengths and ripped them apart with their weaknesses, some they didn’t even know they had until it was too late, an understanding cruelty, the kind that spread fear,
There was men who may of beaten him but they just seemed to keep their distance, while the world still seemed large enough to coexist they left him be.
He seemed to take a part of every natural living thing and absorb it to the point where it may be of benefit in wisdom, skill and strength.
People lost count of the number of his offspring, it was never a clear area anyway. Although jokes arose when young women and men trying to prove themselves from his community showed his characteristics.
Deadly, people revered the energy he put into the security of their lives.

Talking point

Talking point

Technology broke down the barriers,
we could finally communicate with other species,
as people saw the potential their was a great excitement and drive, a developer push like no other,
a truly crowd-sourced project, with beautiful rewards.
Learning what the beautiful creatures that surround us had to say and contribute was nothing short of a revelation. The wisdom that these creatures brought gave the feeling throughout that the world would hopefully be heading for better times.
Dark times are behind us now, we stand together in the light.
Problems are now shared and solved. The world is a vastly richer place. A new found value for the preciousness of life and health has led to a new found care in all we do.

Prime

Prime

That walk, natural movements of a perfect woman, Umna, maybe half my days staring her way, Umna looked fine this afternoon, her black body covered only with paint, gold and white streaks.

Ready to fight, though today will hopefully be a peaceful one, in my mind her scent, let me shake off this haze with a line of powder, tut tuts from the medicine ladies Tolana and Caras as they rack me up some exciting white lines, smiling from mushrooms, wandering from hash, pepped on powder. Music would only make things to busy, there is already swagger and a motion within us.

The sun is shining, there’s a gentle breeze, i’m feeling like talking to the trees. Feeling ok, a busy active mind, thoughts going the right way. It is their company that keeps me on track, sincerity and beauty, fierce but fun.

They start talking, I ask questions, listen to their answers finding my own. Their hair grows in such interesting ways, uniquely complimenting their physique. A cold drink quenches my thirst, wet kisses all round.

I wake to the babble of a brook, a pleasant feeling, the women seem angry though content. Coffee and hash awaits, myself I feel good. We work, fight and play through the first half of the day.

Two intruders preying on animals, we cut them down with arrows, chopped them up, roasted them on a fire and shared out the pieces between us and the rest of the beasts.

Tolana’s brown skin glistens with sweat, her hair damp. Happy and excited we dance together, a magical night.

The Goldfish

The Goldfish has no name she is just Goldfish, she was rescued from a very dark place, a place where the owners had left a once thriving aquarium to die, starving each and every one of the Goldfish’s friend. The Goldfish was the only survivor of this awful circumstance. She was rescued by a man called Sam, who when hearing of the plight of the fish immediately paid the previous owners for the aquarium and took it to his home. At this home the tank was cleaned and the Goldfish fed and nursed back to a fulfilling existence. The Goldfish had lost many friends through the tragic circumstances, though is now living happily in her new home. The Goldfish and her friend Sam are very close. Nothing will ease the nightmare of what the Goldfish endured but the Goldfish was not one to hold grudges. The Goldfish talks quite openly to whoever she meets about her plight, in the hope that it raises awareness of what can happen if the darkness is not kept under control. The Goldfish enjoys using video sharing platforms to communicate with other survivors of difficult times in order that they may share whatever it is that is troubling them the most. Fortunately the world the Goldfish lives in now is very different from the dark time that the Goldfish endured. Since the dark times there has been gigantic leaps forward in technology and inter species approaches to each other.

 

Becky and Peter the donkeys

Becky and Peter have been married now for nearly twenty years. They never argue and always see the positive in everything around them. They are now free from any work commitments that had been thrust upon them in the dark years. They now are able to work on what they held dear. They both have a keen interest in growing vegetables and crops. It is a passion they have both shared for many years. They recently uploaded all their knowledge onto the internet and love answering intriguing questions about their knowledge of growing vegetables and crops. They are renowned in their field. They both took to computers quickly after the animal- computer revolution. They also hold their own online conferences where they invite other specialists in growing vegetables and crops to speak and answer questions from viewers. They also both share a love of cooking, Becky’s specialty is carrot soup, and Peter likes corn on the cob.

 

Our friend the Blackbird

You could not ask for a finer friend than the Blackbird, each morning she roams the garden of whoever’s neighborhood she happens to be visiting with a light kind of presence that only the humble possess. Pruning is something the blackbird takes very seriously, rarely will she go out without immaculate feathers. The rain if she is caught in it seems to just flow of her perfectly pruned feathers. In these times no longer does she eat worms, the worms and the blackbird are now companions, Like all on earth striving to improve the lives of everyone around them. There is now no war as meat is now grown in laboratories and computer technology has allowed for inter- species communication. If anyone appears even slightly lonely they will find the blackbird in their garden, she has almost a sense for loneliness and does not tolerate it. Dainty, delicate and pruned to perfection, the blackbird is always welcome by anyone who she visits.