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Neural Blooms

There is a place deep in ourselves
Where free will operates
A place where liberty exists
Where right and wrong relate
Where tides of anger lay controlled
By stronger stimuli
Where good emerges, bad deeds fade
A place where conscience lies

Though sadly in the twilight hours
That seat of consciousness
Can lapse into the evening air
Diminish and regress
As cells degenerate and die
And systems fail to fire
With palsy’s grip that suffocates
The will and hope’s desire

A wash that drowns the mind of man
The sea of discontent
The fate of free will held hostage
In airs of malcontent
Where cruelly all those better times
Are stripped down horribly
With no concession towards night
And darkness neurally

There is a place deep in ourselves
Where free will operates
A place to treasure and hold dear
Lest it becomes too late
So go forth into life enjoy
The seeds turned fragrant flowers
But care for those whose blooms are gone
In their retiring hours

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Options

The options that you make in life
Should always be your own
Not orchestrated by the crowd
But stand up strong alone

To be the choices you would make
Not those of other folk
Who might impart their own imprint
Your destiny then choke

For choices seem so rife these days
From what to do or wear
From where to go, and what to take
Just so many out there

So don’t pay homage to the mob
Or bow to their demands
Nor to their expectations cede
Nor despotic commands

But shout out your aspirations
Alight your focus fire
For options that you make will then
Bring joy, enthuse, inspire

Choices

Choices (Photo credit: Gemma Stiles)

The Gift of Free Will

An evil witch crept up one day
Upon a small dear boy
To steal from him his treasured prize
His gift, his skill, his toy

She came with wart upon her nose
With hat so very black
With gruesome cackle, broomstick bright
With lies, deceit a-whack

But in disguise she masked herself
All dressed in robes to trust
With academic gown and cap
A position so robust

She prepped a cauldron of despair
Lost hope the spell she cast
And in the place of frogs and snails
She cooked a spell to last

She spoke of expectations
She told the boy what she
Thought he should do, what he should think
She zapped autonomy

She added in incentives
Of rewards’ compliant pill
She threatened hurt and punishment
If he failed to bid her will

She ransomed him with sweeties
Then blackmailed him with her curse
To act just as she wanted him
With smiles but rather terse

And then when he’d submitted
She vanished out of sight
To leave the small child quite confused
His life without a light

His heart so wrenched and sold out
To the witch who stole his prize
The gift of independence and free will
Consumed by her disguise

This poem reflects on a year when reports of adults abusing their position to obtain control over young impressionable children seems to have been quite prevalent.  From the teacher running off to France with one of his pupil’s to parent’s abusing, in some cases even murdering, their own children, we live in a world where those that have a duty of care over our children often abuse their position.  The end result is never a happy one and can happen to any child, so if there’s one thing we can all try and wrap up this Christmas, I pray it will be the gift of autonomy and free will for our children, and in giving them that undertake to move into 2014 nurturing this gift in their lives so that their outcomes honour their expectations and aspirations and not anyone else’s.

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Fate

If it’s meant, then it will happen
And there’s not much that you can do
For it is said the hand of fate
Walks straight through life with you
But how quickly you may amble
Or canter on your way
Might blend the path of destiny
With free will and mind per se

For whatever ‘it’ is meant to be
The journey there has different trails
And those you choose to wander down
Might alter life’s details
For at the end when all is said
And all is done as well
The story in our book of life
Will have more than fate to tell