Conviction

Greetings all and first up let me thank Anna, Shilpa, Louise, Roni and Jo for liking, sharing, commenting and loving the latest post I put up yesterday. Truly, it's marvellous to have you all come along and let me know you've stopped by.

What comes to my mind today? Have you ever in life felt that you are swimming against the stream. It's the moment when you keep on doing what you feel is right and strange looks of bafflement, confusion and hostility greet you. You may burrow away in your own little world and some may think why? What comes to me is that we must all do what we feel is right and I would say who are those to say it is wrong? Provided you are not causing harm to anyone else then be the individual you are meant to be.

It's a bit like this blog of mine. Some no doubt would say, why are you bothering? You're readership is well, rather minute so what's the point? If we get into the realm of numbers, views, etc then yes that methodology would certainly doom this blog of mine to destruction. I will confess that there have been times when I've posted stuff and looked at the number of views etc and thought how exciting. And yet, many of those views were mere acknowledgements of what I put out there. Not many deigned to stay and see what baubles of knowledge would tumble from the tree.

I've come to realise now that it's not about numbers. Two or three dedicated persistent readers who genuinely like your content are far far more valuable than 5000 who just roll on by. There's also the element of when writing that you write for you. Now, there are those who would ascribe that this approach is totally wrong. You write for your audience. I do appreciate that outlook, but surely should the writer also not be their own viewer? For if the writer merely churns out stuff for markets then I would guess they aren't particularly enjoying it.

I can almost sense the prison bars of conformity, following the rules of order to stay in their genre and don't dare jump into any other boxes or face deletion. To that approach I say nay. Why should we not chance ourselves in other domains. I've written a vast array of stories, poems, articles over the years and yes some have not worked at all. However, it was my choice and I would also like to think that some of my musings have actually struck a nerve.

There are some who've read my work over the years and seen my own evolution into what words I write today. Could I have done better? Oh most certainly. What has held me back no doubt is the onset of social media. Far too many times I have been drawn into pointless procrastination with apps, foolishness and idleness. Yet each day is a new start and I have found this blog a Godsend for waking up this creative side of me who has taken a good old slumber over the years. Well, just like Smaug in the Hobbit, I am slowly awakening that side of me again.

The days of graphic horror that I used to pen are long gone. I literally, ironically, don't have the stomach for it anymore. I tend to be quirky, unusual and just a little bit out there these days. I know I can hopscotch into humour, pathos, gravitas and just plain old odd. And why not? I will make this conviction that I will write whatever and wherever the winds will take me. I'm an air spirit after all and time now to turn the staid air into a hurricane of creation. Dear muse, I call upon you to help me on my way.

And on that note, I shall pry into the archives. What awaits us all today I wonder?

Choice

I will vote for…

How can you?

You vile traitor.

Don’t show your face.

We will rip our your throat

With keystrokes of steam.

For we are the mob

Who are always right.

Liberty has fallen.

Do not complain

And do not break ranks.

For we are the no thought.

The one that flows

Through ruin of compassion.

A fairytale river

Where trolls now sail.

This is the cauldron of filth

Who we adore.

No place for hope

Or a different dream.

We will trample you,

Kick your avatar in.

Shut your pious prattle

Bow down, don’t move.

That is our mantra.

The spire of power

Streams the wisdom.

Who we all obey.

You, traitor?

You still simpering?

Or have you accepted

Our way is right?

Yes, best you keep quiet

Don’t type a damn word.

Our nation will speak

Without you.

Vote cast.