Look at all these people in their thousands, Yearning for an existence that fulfils them.
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No end..
The kind of night that knows no end, The bitter northern winds howl, like the devilish hounds that have pushed us to the brink. unsure of what exists and what is to begin, where we'll be be led and what will be got rid, What will leave and what will be eradicated in this din. [...]
Tyrannical rule in UK. On the #EveofWar I cried. Now I cry #GivebackmyTax
The world is in a sad state of affairs.. Protests and the will of the general people, those who express it are not being heard, protests online, offline, mass-MP emailing, die-ins etc. Our fellow countrymen who extend their voices in this arena who are impassioned either against or for are not being counted. Instead the politicians [...]
#NaBloPoMo #30
So yesterday was the last day of being a part of the NoBloPoMo exercise and I knowingly missed it. Not to say I had nothing prepared, I had lots. But I refrained. As I start to look outward at the communities around me, as I populate this site with my knowledge and knowing of the truths [...]
#NaBloPoMo #29: Poetic Greed, my chained thoughts are not free..
Interesting meeting with a man today. Reminded continually of the frailty in essence of the existence of 'the' human condition. How existence is a personal experience, felt, reflected and renegotiated individually in the midst, in the bosom of society and culture. All guarded I was, Sat serene, unsure as you buzzed, My mentality a little [...]
#NaBloPoMo #28: Excerpts..
Excerpts from last nights trade.. too busy working in the windiest of days in a new library or rather bookish place to edit these. Apologies for not posting last night. I be still working on my self-portraits for the logo I want to create for self and also playing with how I communicate online. https://twitter.com/M_Kauser/status/670735427159113728 [...]
#NaBloPoMo #27: …. Blank space.
Because so many thoughts, fleeted out feet first, taking over hours, clamouring over yet more barriers. Idiosyncracies met horror, met hurt, met anxiety.. And now I feel, still breathe, all whilst I suffocate in this sea. trained, trapped and tricked into their histories - this is the life I perceive.
#NaBloPoMo #26: The Journey to University of York
So apparently journeying to York, (beautiful "city" two towns over), even for the purposes of self-improvement and intellectual betterment is really impressive! Especially to one of the key respondents who luckily journeyed back to Bradford with me on the train! Amazing day, totally helpful to my thesis topic. Hope supervisor Dr. Sayyid will be okay [...]
#NaBloPoMo #25: My impatience caught up to it’s conscience, again.
For now here's some poetry what I wrote on 23/11/15 when I should have been asleep, in wee hours of morning, as I lay visiting an old site of comparison and worth, put on a pedestal to keep allowing myself to hurt; Instant electric attraction we had, From the moment that our eyes clapped, Minds met, [...]
#NaBloPoMo #24:
So feel like I'm falling behind a little. Plans not working out. Cold not helping. Wonder if I'm cut out for this climate and locality, or even I'm even staying true to myself. It was lovely to chat to lots of diverse people yesterday, but especially old friends who as Tom Stock's poetry says "Came [...]
Mariam Kauser 