Monday, 31 May 2010

On the Precipice - Of Love??

Many, many years ago now I was involved in a conversation with a friend who, sadly, I no longer see.  I remember telling her I thought that at the end of all things, when by our own hands the Human Race is standing on the edge of extinction, the only thing that will save us, is Love.

A long time has passed since then, and my life has been....well, lets just say "eventful".

Nowdays, when I look at what is happening in and to the world around me, I have come to the conclusion that for whatever reason, the end of humanity seems to be approaching much faster than I ever thought it would. Family, Community, Compassion, Dignity - all the things which once held us together as a race, which made us whole - are either going or have gone completely. Sometimes it seems that we are no longer a RACE of Humans at all , instead we are largely a group of singular Nomads, sailing backwards and forwards across this planet with nothing to achor ourselves to anymore. BUT through it all, I still believe as I once did, so long ago.

SO, if you are a person who still retains the capacity for love, then for pity's sake USE IT!  Use it without fear of recrimination or rebuttal. Put every ounce of Love you have out into the Universe and use it for everything you think it is worth, because guys Love is really the only thing that we have left to anchor onto, and sadly, I get the impression that we have never needed it more.

For my part - I wish Love and Peace to you all. xx

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved.

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Poem: "WARNING: More perfect than 9"

I have this friend.....
He is waiting for love sublime,
So he rates the women he meets
And none reaches higher than 9.

He searches all nooks and crannies
Pubs and clubs and bars,
Applying his rule to each Juliet,
And never getting that far.

Some have perfect hair,
Others, a waistline to be adored,
But then he looks a little closer
And his dream is suddenly floored.

For in this world he is waiting for perfect
A Juliet higher than 9,
But this world we are in was never perfect
So he will be waiting for a very long time.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved.

Thursday, 20 May 2010

Poem: The Art Of Existence

My life is sketched in Colours
Myriad and Strange,
Wonderful and Beautiful
Colourful and Plain.

Each day is a different Entity
A lifetime pulsing of it's own,
A collection of experiences,
A single portrait in life's Tome.

At times it is a bright strange butterfly
Flitting between each solar day,
At others a three legged Panther
Crawling along the way.

There are sketches in the book
More horrific than the rest,
Tho' some scenes are more peaceful
But through it all I'm blessed,

With chromatic Eidetic Memory:
I choose to paint all the hues,
From scarlet, passionate reds
To melancholy blues.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Poem: "The Beauty of a Woman".

I received this poem in an email that I was sent today and I just had to share it - enjoy!

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,

Because that is the doorway to her heart,

The place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,

But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul..

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows,

And the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Ronnie James Dio

My Son has just called me - Ronnie James Dio died today. First Peter Steele and now Ronnie within a month of each other.....enough is enough.

I'm not an idiot - I know that people die, but why does it have to be the ones that we need the most down here? This world is turning to shit, and faster now than anyone can do anything about it, so we need all the good guys that we can get to keep. The ones that make being in this shit hole just that little bit easier to bear, the ones who are influential, you could even say the ones who help to keep on the straight and narrow the people who might easily go off the rails more than most, the lonely, the outcast - the people who desperately need a place to belong but who can't gain admission anywhere else, and people like Peter Steele, like Ronnie James Dio and the ones who got taken before them gave the world that. And we have to lose them? Now? It doesn't make any sense.

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Ageist Assumptions are FUBAR!!

I am annoyed. Actually I am really pissed off. Actually perhaps I am more disappointed than I am pissed off, but I am still annoyed. And incredulous. Let me explain.....

OK, so I was in the supermarket with Mk1 Offspring, in the bread aisle to be more precise, when I bumped into Brian, the night time shelf stacker that we have got to know quite well over the last couple of years. Well, as well as you can get to know night time shelf stackers anyway. Night time shelf stackers are usually a, err, I think the polite term is "singular breed" and "getting to know" them is usually best confined to a) the store only, and b) a few pleasantries, with as little actual personal information imparted as possible. This is the situation with Brian the only just 20 year old, who stacks the bread aisle, who is also gay.... and a confirmed bitch.  He knows that I have sustained a back injury at some time and that my son and I live on our own, but by and large that is pretty much all he actually knows, despite his frequent attempts to ferret more information out of me.  Anyway there I was; minding my own business, listening to Cradle of Filth on my MP3...obviously. (I live for the day that they play C.O.F and the like over the P.A system to the purple rinsers in Asda rofl),  and I was reaching for a loaf of multigrain Danish, when from behind, and over the lyrics "....Adorable creatures, Temptation, With unacceptable features...." I suddenly heard this comment:  "I feel sorry for you."

I spun around to find Brian smirking at me intently with a pack of  pink iced buns in his hand, and standing not 3 feet away from me. As there was no-one else in the aisle it was a fairly safe bet that the offending comment had come from him. I momentarily toyed with the idea of asking him if he knew how gay he really looked with pink iced buns in one hand and the other planted firmly on his hip, but not wishing to engage in a full on "bitch off" with a gay bloke I instead settled for the word  "Pardon?".  "I. feel. sorry. for. you." came the reply.  I am not sure what annoyed me the most at this point - that he felt sorry for me for some reason, or that he slowly puncutated his remark, clearly at the only speed he thought I would be able to cope with. "Why..Would..You..Do..That?" I pointedly said this to him slower than he had spoken to me, after all - two can play at that game, but in the grand tradition of night time shelf stackers he failed to notice that I was countering his bitchiness with taking the piss and pressed on regardless.  "Well" he said smirking at me again, "What I mean is; you are a cripple right, and you have a son who has...what do you call them...challenges, and you dont have a man to help you, and you are not getting any younger, I mean, you must wish that you could go back in time and change a few things?" ("Stage Direction": Stare at him wide eyed and open mouthed, blink twice). "What I mean is you must wish sometimes that you were a teenager again, so that maybe you didn't do whatever it was that caused you to be a cripple, and that if you had known then what you know now..... then maybe you would have left off having your son......."  He didnt get any further than that. I stood there with my mouth open for another couple of seconds, while my apparently very old, crippled, feeble brain grappled with everything he had just grossly insulted me with, and then I let him have it:...."Brian...Have you got Aspergers, or ADD??? Did you forget to take your Ritalin this morning??? Or are you just being BLOODY RUDE!!???" He stood rooted to the spot - apparently vitriol from a person other than himself actually shocks him, so I took time out of my busy bread buying and now shelf stacker battering schedule to explain the following points to him, quickly, concisely, and non too quietly:

"Listen up Sundance, for your information I LOVE being the age I am now and I wouldn't be a teenager again if you paid me all the money in the world. Aside from the fact that I wasn't exactly the most popular teen this side of "Napoleon Dynamite" I love my age because of all the 'mores'"  He looked confused so I was compelled to explain: "Yes my little misogynistic melanoma - 'mores': I have more wisdom, more experience, more creativity, more time on my hands to exercise that creativity and to the point where I can actually make a living out of it, instead of having to stack shelves on the graveyard shift. Thanks to my son and his "challenges" I have more patience than I ever had before, and despite the fact that I am divorced and I bring my son up on my own, especially financially, I have more money than I have ever had in my life, if you want to bring it down to that level, and at your age I suspect you probably do. I have seen more, done more, felt more, experienced more, BUT, on top of, and because of all of that, I have the ultimate "more": I have more to offer. To my family, to my friends, to the people who have known me for years, and the people I haven't met yet, to the world. Tell me Brian, what could I have possibly offered the world when I was your age? Apart from another shed load of post teenage angst, and yet another unwanted pregnancy, because believe me hun, that is pretty much the extent of your options when it comes to being able to offer anything when you are only just out of your teens. I have climbed the Great Pyramid on the Giza Plateau and watched a red sun setting behind the Sphinx, with Cairo in the distance as a backdrop. I have been chased around the streets of Alexandria by a leper, who taught me one of the most valuable lessons in humanity I have ever learned, I have climbed Mount Olympus to the first ever Olympic Stadium at the top, and stood in the starting blocks and felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck with the sense of competition that is still there, even now. I have eaten my lunch with the silent monks in the Gardens of Gethsemene. I have walked the Way of the Cross and stood on the spot where Jesus dropped it. I have climbed Calvary and been silent in the place where Jesus Christ died, and stood in the Garden Tomb where he was buried. I have been beaten, crippled, driven to the edge of insanity, and defeated, but then each time, I have stood on my own two feet again to set a good example to my son. I can offer all of this, what about you? I might be the age I am, a cripple, and in pain most of the time, BUT still I am having the time of my life. So you can take your "sympathy" and......." I thought better of that last statement.... "Give it to someone who actually needs it".  With that I left Brian open mouthed and stalked off to find Mk1 Offspring, who was wisely hiding in the fruit and veg section. I know he was hiding because he is a teenager and I cant normally drag him in there.

Please understand - I don't ever normally brag about the things I have done with my life, bragging is not something that appeals to me at all and unless there are exceptional circumstances I dont usually like it when others do it either. I just worried about what would happen if Brian had said those things to someone who might have taken it differently, badly even. I have friends who regularly and fervently wish that they were teenagers again, and I cant understand it. I always tell anyone who asks that I have no regrets, that I refuse to regret and usually I get a look that tells me they think I am a sociopath, but I am not. Aside from anything else it is a pointless exercise - you cant get back past years so why waste time on wishing you could? I think it is much better to learn from past mistakes and make good the time that you have from now on instead, and that is something you can do at any age. I know why my friends wish they were teenagers and mostly it has something to do with a grey hair here, a wrinkle there, but when I look back on everything I have done so far it seems to me that the odd line and wrinkle is a small price to pay for such a life.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Favourite Love, Music and Life Quotes.

Here are some of my favourite quotes about my favourite subjects, Love Music and Life; I hope you enjoy and are inspired by them also:


I have been astonished that men

could die martyrs for their religion

I have shudder'd at it.

I shudder no more.

I could be martyr'd for my religion

Love is my religion

And I could die for that.

I could die for you.

~ John Keats~

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

~ Sam Keen~

Love me without fear

Trust me without questioning

Need me without demanding

Want me without restrictions

Accept me without change

Desire me without inhibitions

For a love so free ...

Will never fly away.

~ Dick Sutphen~

I have loved to the point of madness,

That which is called madness,

That which to me,

Is the only sensible way to love.

~F. Sagan~

It is best to love wisely, no doubt;

but to love foolishly is better than

not to be able to love at all.

~William Thackeray~

Love is much like a wild rose,

beautiful and calm,

but willing to draw blood

in its defense.

~ Mark Overby~

Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.

~ Marguerite De Valoi~

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us

discover this truth at the end of a love

affair or else when the sweet emotions

of love lead us into marriage

and then turn down their flames.

~Thomas Moore~

There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.

~ Mother Teresa~

He who has never experienced hurt,

cannot experience true love.

~ Tristan J. Leo~

To fear love is to fear life,

and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

~Bertrand Russell, Earl Russell~

(Sorry, but this next quote amuses, Rofl:)

"Constant togetherness is fine—but

only for Siamese twins."

~ Victoria Billings~

Other men said they have seen angels,

But I have seen thee

And thou art enough.

~ G Moore~

To love a person is to learn the song

That is in the heart,

And to sing it to them

When they have forgotten.

~ Unknown~

Your voice makes me tremble inside

And your smile is an invitation

For imagination gone wild.

~ Unknown~

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

In the beginning a flame, very pretty,

Often hot and fierce,

But still only light and flickering

As love grows older,

Our hearts mature

And our love becomes as coals,

Deep-burning and unquenchable.

~ Bruce Lee~


Music is the only language the whole world speaks, for within it soul speaks to soul.


Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

~Red Auerbach~

Talking about music is like skywriting in Braille.

~ Brian Weiland~

If music be the food of love, play on.


Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

~John Keats~

Music, the greatest good that mortals know, And all of heaven we have below.

~Joseph Addison~

Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes.

~Bill Cosby~

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

~Ludwig Van Beethoven~

A song will outlive all sermons in the memory.

~Henry Giles~

Don't play what's there, play what's not there.

~Miles Davis~

I have no pleasure in any man who despises music. It is no invention of ours: it is a gift of God. I place it next to theology. Satan hates music: he knows how it drives the evil spirit out of us.

~Martin Luther~

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

~Victor Hugo~


I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

~Agatha Christie~

You are responsible for your life. You can't keep blaming

somebody else for your dysfunction. Life is really about

moving on.

~ Oprah Winfrey~

Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise

live rent-free in your head.
~ Ann Landers~