8 June 2014

Then They Stepped Upon The Mount

No one heard their voices, no one heard their cries. Ears and minds turned away by ignorance and by indifference.

No one spoke for those who could not speak. Not until it was too late. And then they stepped upon The Mount.

The Wise, The Esteemed and The Honorable. In silence,The Unheard, The Unwanted and The Forgotten, listened. And so did we

Oh their words were so very fine, spun from the Golden Loom that made the Sash that binds so tight

Words we had heard so many times before. Words we will hear so many times again

"Must never happen again" They said - The Wise, The Esteemed and The Honorable

"Lessons have been learned" They said - The Wise, The Esteemed and The Honorable

"Can you not hear us cry?" They beseeched - The Unheard, The Unwanted and The Forgotten

Lord, a tired child am I; Soon within my bed I'll lie, Send an angel, please, to keep watch beside me while I sleep

And the slow, heavy,  rhythmic footsteps, echoed in the cold, stark hallways of the Righteous, The Good, The Holy

Wherever you may be - be safe  

Copyright Mike Hitchen Online, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved

14 January 2014

Beyond The Gate


How long had I been waiting?
That's a question that is so easy and so understandable to ask,
Yet the answer is far from simple and even more difficult to understand.

I had a watch, but when you wait for The Lady, a watch is of little use.
You just wait.
And wait.

I had waited in the burning sun, the chilling rain
In the wind that chilled the body
And the cold, cruel wind that deadens the soul

"You can stay where you are" they said.
"Do you really think The Lady will come? they mocked
"Go home while you still can. While there is still breath in your body"

But I waited.
For I knew, if I walked away
I would spend the rest of my life walking.

Many have waited, many have walked
Many lie beneath the earth or been cast in to the breeze
I continued to wait

I leaned against the large, seemingly impenetrable Gate
I turned my head and cast my eyes towards The Edifice
Looming large over people like me. People like you.

Day became night, as it had so many times before
Hope began to fade. I heard laughter from beyond The Gate
Then I saw The Lady.

She stepped from the darkness and smiled
No words passed between us
No lips or fingers touched

In one hand she held a heart
Beating, pulsating, with the hearts that lay within
The hearts of those who had waited.

The Lady turned and faced The Gate
She raised her sword and with a mighty blow
Broke the lock that protects those who break our souls

"You can go now" she told me softly
"Go home, to The Cottage..
"To The Lady with the apple blossom hair. She has waited too."

She walked towards The Edifice, I towards The Cottage
The lights in the building dimmed
The lights in the cottage glowed with a thousand sunrises.

Somewhere, some one waited
"Do you really think The Lady will come? they mocked
"Go home while you still can. While there is still breath in your body"
 
 
 Wherever you may be - be safe 
 Copyright Mike Hitchen Online, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved

17 November 2013

A Tale of Two Fishes

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin...

Once upon a time there was a young, ambitious, greedy fish. Swimming along he saw a tasty morsel.

He saw the morsel - but did not see the hook nor the line it was hanging from, for his perception of his ability, far exceeded reality.

"That's mine," he said to himself and greedily snapped at the morsel. "Gotcha" said the man with a rod in his hands

Later, an older fish came along. Carrying the marks of many a fray, he too saw a tempting, tasty morsel

But whereas the the younger, greedier fish saw it as a morsel, the older one saw it as bait. He smiled and swam past.

The older fish continued his days frolicking, swimming, eating and breeding, As for the younger fish...

.Blinded by greed, ambition and inexperience, he was served served on a plate - to the man who paid the man with the rod

Copyright Mike Hitchen Online, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved

20 September 2013

Somewhere along the road

In the 60s and 70s, freedom seemed so close. Just a passionate soul, a fiery heart, a song, a singer, a book, a movie away,

We were easy riders, coasting along the black top from Hope to Reality. The wind of freedom blowing through our hair.

We were found - but now we seem - lost. Don't get me wrong, there are countless people out there, risking their lives every day

They are persecuted and tortured for what they say, what they write - what they think. Yet in this age of mass and instant communication

We seem further away from that dream now, than we were when freedom seemed within our grasp and not the grasping hands of others

The technology we use to fight, is used by others to control. It is not just attitudes we have to fight -

it is systemized, extensive, cynical control and manipulation by an increasing number of government, corporate and media entities.

sometimes, I can not help thinking, that somewhere along that road to freedom - "We blew it man, we blew it"

Wherever you may be - be safe

Copyright Mike Hitchen Online, Lane Cove, NSW, Australia. All rights reserved

5 June 2013

I have conducted a poll of myself

I have conducted a poll of myself and the result reveals 100% of me is a boring Internet user.

I bought myself a laptop and it's - sitting there. Over there, next to that big aspidistra. I'm sitting here wondering what to do with it.

If I go out - I am out. I want to see things, not send emails or conduct business. I can do that in the place assigned for business. If I want a chat, I'll visit or phone and say, "Hey now Mama come on over here"

I can't see myself sitting in a harbourside cafe, ignoring the beauty around me while I focus on a 15.6 inch screen that I can't see properly, and that for some reason, keeps flashing up the time in front of my eyes!

It does have a built-in webcam, which is very exciting and full of potential. Why or what, I have no idea.

I don't play games apart from the games I had years ago. Need For Speed 2000, the original Red Baron and Space Cadet pinball. Oh and a very old but very good, snooker game. I don't play pool as I always avoid being behind the eight ball.

I watch news videos but only one or two music videos per day

On top of all that, it's just another thing I have to recharge. I swear blind 50% of my work day involves plugging things in to recharge

I used to love technology. You name it, I knew all about it and had to have it. Now? I'd be quite happy with a floppy that actually flopped and an operating system that is user friendly.

It's a nice laptop though. It will be even nicer when I've cleaned all the fingerprints off the shiny bits!

 Wherever you may be - be safe  
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