The Brexit Vote

After the shock has dissipated people will realise these things:

There is no real advantage to leaving Europe, sovereignty in a connected world is only a word and that even the democracy we claim to live by is deeply flawed.

My vision for the future is one where people don't walk around with their hands in their pockets.

One of great realisation, that money and the lines on a map are simply lies told to us to hold us back and give us someone else to blame for the world’s problems, to make us feel better about the little we have.

It’s a world where we reach out to each other because we see each other not as citizens of divided countries but as a Human nation.

And why should we not be so ambitious? After all we tamed the oceans and the skies and even put a man on the moon. Yet we fail to conquer the beast inside of us all, the fear someone else will take what is ours.

And in its purest form this is what we see now by voting to leave Europe. The mistaken belief that you are special or privileged simply because of the happy accident that is the geographical area in which you were born.

This is a step back from a path that could deliver true glory for our species, a failure that our generation is now responsible for and that history will remember us by.

My hope is for a future where people reach out to each other, out of Love and compassion and live lives that are outwardly focused, on that day we will call ourselves civilised.

Then the Wild Cherries

I saw her reflection on a glass table, as I cut white stripes with a razor sharp credit card. She was a falling petal making way for the wild cherries and she moved among the young and the beautiful like she belonged.  

I handed her the rolled up ten I got on the island and said my name so she wouldn’t forget. She looked at me and I was rebuilt from the root. And when she spoke it felt good to be a man because I was her man.

She said she wanted good times and bad mistakes, I said she came to the right party.

In the strange mist of dancing smokers we got high. A dreamer’s high fuelled by drugs and music and I imagined we were in Love, even wished it would never end. But I was wishing on a falling petal and she would hit the ground and break both our reckless souls with her momentary brilliance.