Timeless Tessa

Mixing everything up that you've half learned or
ear-wigged from a table beside the window that
you admired so heavily that weekend just gone by.
So reminds me of Tessa with her upside-down-writing
and her sideways paintings and her left-leg-up to draw.
She is backwards and fast forward into the past and

out towards the future. True meaning of timeless,
as she can glide forwards or backwards on the time scale
#Timeless true; so so true. Timeless Tessa who never
wears a watch and has no need for a clock as she's
always on Tessa's time, Tessa O'Clock. Beautiful
words for the only heart that understands the letters sent.

Her uncommon ideology being fearful of modern technology,
teaching you nothing. Only how not feel and the illusion
of happiness and social depravity. Thinking Online so little
of others so maybe she right, only time can tell, but she is magic,
and timeless Tessa, our heroine of now. Always so mindful
and perfectly constant. Working so hard on her Tessa O'Clock.

The rejection of all and absolute everything from sense to nonsense.
A way to be free in a world full of winners, success and wannabes.
We stand and admire those that care so little for what others think.
Independence comes only from clear minds that are thoughtful,
not to be conditioned in consumer consumption but have rational
thought of what is important for the now and for the ever-after.

Awoman | amen.

New Style of Writing

Thinking Out loud | 07/04/2015

Making my voice heard in a world of white noise. Punching above my weight in the realisation that God or Allah are just mere delusions of divine emptiness of a world without pain and suffering. The chitter-chatter in the mind’s eye and the rattling of skeletons in cupboards of trophies of past glories. The stupidity of an omnipresent life-force shattered and a way out of the nonsense of our present time here made whole. Propaganda and the media coverage with the sole purpose of finding division; hatred and the group mentality of mindless violence. Never thinking that the rational mind seeks reason and the ability to comprehend clear and modern thought processes. Many are starting to state that they simply cannot compute and will never relate to the notion that religion is a gain for any society, for in reality, it is the controlling factor of the powers of the few over the ignorance of the masses. Marginalized and intent on forging derision between communities.  Busy splitting up streets with bedroom taxes and Mosques upon Mosques of social workers fretting, about children going feral and the relationships enjoyed with broken childhood friends.  The word racism is thrown down as if an Ace of Spades, a Joker in the pack or the Trump card. Thinking the reaction would be greeted with fear of being cast-out and branded a 'human-hater'. Terror found in every public toilet and discarded wastepaper-bins and the sound of angry halal Muslims as they mutter their morning prayers, all head butting the ground, as the sun rises in the East. 

My life is turning around as I have a youthful heart to love me. A breath of fresh air who was born with a wild mind and a keen interest in all things that matter. Bothering never to question the love between a man and his beau. The age difference ignored and seen as a hurdle straddled.  She seems intense, blending her smoothies and sipping her Coolade through barbed-wired fences. Building bridges between worlds yet created and world vision thinkers all guessing who, why, what and where to go next.  Puzzled as to whether or not the church roof will be fixed before next winter as the winds howl around my ears of sounds of others telling lies about Christian values and the family break-ups of divorced parents all screaming their unhappiness in a society that demands you demand more of yourselves and your feeble partners and their spoilt lazy nutta-bastards with their two point five litre children all acting up and seen to be OCD, ADD and FCUKed. Learning nothing from schools without education and lectured highbrowed fibs of liars all. Mindlessly turning pages without sense of past, present of sight of any reasonable future in a bubble known as terrorfirma. Keeping feet firmly off the ground as the words keep us up at night and wake us in our daydreams and again in our early to bed nightmares.  Respecting without question the majestic and regal bloodlines of the inbreeds in our multicultural societies of the masses of individuals all praying that they too can gain celebrity status and joining the Royal few in the gas-chambers of tomorrows concentration camps of past memories lost.