one of the most powerful
emotions.
Feeling relief
releases floodgates
plus
a stream of positive energy flows
– you are much better
able to be your better self.
Eh?
I made the poem ‘Rain’ while I was thinking about some of the darker things in life.
Mental issues and how they can push anybody to the edge and sometimes even over the edge. Something I recognise from my own life.
My childhood was rather rough. Maybe because of that, I did a lot of crime and vandalism.
Luckily for me, I found a secret weapon to stop it before it got out of control. Drugs.. and many of them. I drugged my brain for 15 years trying to ignore my problems and feelings. But the brain does not easily forget. You can postpone and try to hide, but it will make you deal with it… one way or the other.
In my case, it just ‘turned on’ anxiety in my brain, and, if I did any kind of drugs, it would give me a panic attack.
Effective and without mercy.
It started five years ago, and I’m still fighting. No drugs – only words, a shrink and some good friends.
Most people can’t handle what they can’t see. We get 80% of our impressions thru our eyes, so expect a lot of people to avoid and ignore you.
But face it anyway… Fight it anyway. And when you get your first victory, keep that sweet little moment in mind when the next black cloud starts to rain..
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Rain
When black clouds
rained upon me
I used to feel sorry for myself.
I looked at people around me
popping their one man umbrellas
saving themselves.
unable to see
unable to hear
the suddenly invisible wet people.
‘we learn for as long as we live’
Maybe so.
But I still get caught in the rain
I still get cold
Still haven’t learned
how to unfold my umbrella.
But I do not feel sorry for myself
Not anymore.
Bring on the rain
Bring on the cold
I eagerly await.
Await the return of the sun
await for its shield of warm clear light
to spread thru my cold wet body
for the return of my smile
and the end of my sighs.
The “scientific method”
sound & strong.
Predict an outcome
experiment
discover
whether that happens.
The “trust method”
predict safety
experiment
experience
whether that happens.
Make your trust method
sound & strong.
The annual Jazz Festival in Cork is huge. It’s the biggest festival of the year in Cork. There is huge sponsorship by Guinness (Diageo).
Ireland has many great festivals – but few communicate their goodies well to the wider world outside Ireland via the Internet. [With the possible exception of the Irish Redhead Convention.]
At Cork Guinness Jazz Festival 2015, I set out to see how Periscope & Katch could be used to communicate the quality & excitement of the festival. And also add to the record some of the music events.
https://katch.me/embed/v/486d82a0-3994-3f2d-a3db-b2faab2fc9c0?sync=1
Here’s a Twitter List of Irish Festivals (not complete)
It’s great to feel positive.
Energy flowing
spirits high
resolution strong.
It’s inevitable you’ll feel
negative
blocked
contorted
unmotivated.
Be positive about your negativity.
Don’t lock it in.
Express it

My old school
My old classmates
My old playground
My old teachers
My old stomping ground
My old team
My old routine
You served me a dish fit for a Limerick boy, a Jesuit boy, a Roman Catholic boy, a professional boy
– doctor, dentist, auctioneer, lawyer, publican, priest, fishmonger, bookseller, architect, accountant, shopkeeper, teacher, vet, insurance broker,
Nothing on the menu for a father, lover, lorry driver, bricklayer, songwriter, carpenter, gardener, bus conductor, poet, vagrant, commercial traveller
In my day…
https://blab.im/7cd64f73da2647f88d84279662366593
How to get better at using Blab?
This live streamed conversation with Victoria @VictoriaJamesUK + Ollie @Ollieflj (Oxfordshire UK) + Timm @brandideas (Sydney Australia) + Rich @firemanrich (New York State USA) :
We began relationship building.
We finished up advertising 2 Blabs:
(1) Blab about Kindness on 22 October #GenKind24.
Plus
(2) Blab about poetry on 23 October.
Reflection: We loved Blabbing conversation because it connected us
– lines composed as a result of spending a Sunday afternoon in The Green Room, Chicago, in July 2014
Play with your eyes
out of your head
Strum the chords
out of your corners
Crawl all over
his melody
into ecstasy
across the tap tap
slap into the face of her heart.
Glasses pop
into stacks
wicked slick
beats bleat
complete insider
Out to play
The Green Mill pill