The Future

I wanted to have a go at working out some of the big questions of life for you all - in poetry/prose form.

But I think I will just confuse you even further.  But, here we go anyway...

1. The future 

Eventual, forthcoming, imminent, impending, planned, and prospective.

Words to describe "the future"

So what is and where is the future?

What colour is it? (let's not go there - one confussion at a time OK!)

Talking about the future gets you all wrapped up in philosophy 

the future is very much inolved in the subject of "time"

as the future is perceived to be a period of time ahead of us

"time and space"

"how I experience time isn't how you experience time" - that sort of thing

Now, I'm no philosopher - just a confused poet with too many questions in his head

but as I see it

the future is a construct that never actually exists - think about it

the future hasn't yet happened 

yet, when it does happen - when we perceive it to have happened...

it's no longer the future!

it becomes now!

now is the future from 10 years ago

...and now

...and now

...and now - if you get my drift

Modern confectionary. 

Those large 'Duo Bars'

On the side say "one now - one for later!"

When is later?

Now?

...now?

...now!

You were always going to eat both pieces straight anyway weren't you!

I believe that the future is not just sat there 

waiting for you to wake up - all... preordained 

prearranged 

predetermined - and other words beginning with 'pre'

like 'The Generation Games' conveyor belt 

all full with goodies

for you

all heading your way - if you could only remember them

stretching out front of you

feeding itself to you

day by day

hour by hour - no!

You!

You sat there

you and your actions today

"the here and now"

you can change what the future delivers

the future is like an infinitly sided "Rubics cube" 

harder than the normal one

and confess -  you can't even solve that one can you

and so it has an infinite number of permutations

now; I know that West Ham won't win the Premiership 

speaking as a less than dedicated 'Hammers' fan

and I know that if you don't buy a lottery ticket

it is certain you won't win the jackpot

 

Does that mean if you do buy a ticket 

you will win?

well - only a fool thinks so!

(Remember: infinite number of permutations?)

there is a very very very slightly increased chance you'll win something if you buy a ticket

but remember

what should happen - might not happen 

and what shouldn't happen - might

(infinite number of permutations)

the future is a period that has yet to be

what colour and shape it is

is up to you

Try this:

the car that might knock you down if you cross the road without looking 

is still in its driveway 

your actions

and a small thing called 'time'

has a lot to do with that outcome 

and so with your future!

What I do know is that you mustn't  wait for the future.

Make it!

I hope that this has confused you further!

and I wish you well 

...in the future!

Oh and, don't forget to look before you cross that road 

because that car has now left its driveway!

Take care 

...in the future!

Thank you!

(Haiku)

What did they have to 

give up to have everything

they wanted in life?

(Haiku)

Poetry is my

therapy. It allows me

to sort my head out

I Me My

I get distracted

I'm very easily distracted

I start one job then end up doing something else

then something else

then I suddenly bump into the thing it was I was doing ten minutes ago that I didn't finish

so I finish that

forgetting to finish the other thing I started when I got distracted

...and so it goes on

I usually finish all the things I meant to do

but some bits of those things get left by the wayside

my head is usually half an hour down the road

I'll be doing something but thinking about the thing I've got to do after the thing after what I'm doing now

consequently some bits of those things get left by the wayside too

my mind wanders

a train goes by

a plane flys over head

I hear the washing machine stop

these things pull me away

away from what I was doing at the time I heard them

my head usually has a list of the days events in it

usually

usually because life doesn't always run to a list

the car parking space at the surgery isn't always there waiting for you

the box you have to open doesn't always open to the instructions written on it

my blue-tooth speaker isn't always where I left it

which could be anywhere as I tend to simply drop the thing I'm doing when I've finished doing it

then go on to attend to what's next on the list in my head

and if the box says it is supposed to open in a certain way

it should open in a certain way

if it doesn't I get cross and drift away

If I'm watching a TV program or film

and a fly lands on the screen 

I find myself asking

"What is the fly that is sat on the TV screen thinking about this film? Is it enjoying it?"

and

"is that one picture over there not straight, or are all the others out of true?"

These things make following a storyline very difficult

I also tend to see things that others don't

I see beauty in things others might not see at all

little details that fascinate me

I'm pulled away by the little details which nature has to offer

the way the light might shine on a leaf

the lines a cars tyres left in the mud

stuff like that

I see photos

I have a million million photos in my head that no camera has ever captured

I have a million million words going round my head that won't form themselves into a poem - but then sometimes they do

I always have a song going round my head 

and sometimes that song might pop out

add to this my constant companion

the high pitched tone which is always there

my tinitus

and my head is a busy place!

So, if you see me out and about

or if you've said something to me 

and maybe I don't remember it or see you

it's probably because I'm away with the fairies

thinking about doing the thing after

the one after

 ...the thing I'm doing now 

or admiring the way the sunlight catches the leaves on a bush

or thinking that that mark down the side of that car, make by a muddy puddle the car must have driven through 

would make a great subject to paint

..so it's not you

it's just me!

Breaklights

the rain persists

breaklights shine brightly Infront of us

as grey skies dip down as if to touch the road ahead

familiar views go missing under the dull featureless sky

tryes throw up spray

rain pounds the windscreen 

wipers work overtime

messages on matrix signs reflect in puddles ahead

breaklights shine out once more

the traffic closes up

our headlights shine on the vehicle in front of us

through the mist and rain

cars

caravans

motorhomes

vans and lorries

all with important places to go

again start chomping up the miles

until 

once more

the break lights appear again!

(Haiku)

If no one treats them

with respect, how are they to

learn it? (Teenagers)