Posts Tagged ‘Hand’

“Every Bullet”

Posted: January 9, 2015 in Prose
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Every bullet fired in anger, every gun waved in rejoice,

Speaks volumes of the danger, of how we’ve come to lose our voice,

Every spilling of our precious blood, regardless of which Deity we claim,

Serves only to diminish all, to fertilise disdain.


Every bullet ever made in profit, profits all of none,

Manipulated fears and lies, solved only through the gun,

Every corpse left as carrion, as the bullets continue to fly,

Serves only to steal away our lives, to pile bodies high.


Every bullet missing a target, every rifle stuck or jammed,

Weapons destroyed or dismantled, reduces numbers of the damned,

Every hand extended in congruence, in the respect of differences that burn,

Serves as an educator, a chance for all to learn.


Perhaps we all hold bullets, the power to harm and destroy,

Tis up to all and one to see, we all have bullets we deploy,

Every time we meet adversity, we have two choices as we ride into that town,

To load the weapon with a bullet, or extend a hand,

 whilst laying the weapon down.



“The Hand”

Posted: October 3, 2012 in Musings
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Such a simple statement, such a simple image,

The Hand.

Think about it, what images come to mind, when you hear or read those words…. The Hand?

Is it influenced by hope? Or influenced by bitter experience? Does it conjure up Welfare recipients? Or does it supplant an artist at work? Whatever your image, The Hand, is a metaphor, and our way of receiving its image is our life experience. The Hand can also be a deal from a Deck of Cards, or the very thing that helps us cling to the last breath of life.

The Hand, helps us enormously in life, sure, it even allows this Voice, to type these thoughts, (unless you think I have a very dextrious appendige that isnt a Hand)….., Yes, the Hand allows us to greet, to say ‘Hi’, to express opinions on referees and politicians, to butter toast, to butter lovers, to butter ourselves……it’s a pretty impressive thing really..

So why should I write about such a thing?

Well, you see, most people in life are born lucky enough to have two of them…and knowing what one hand can achieve, imagine the capabilities of two?

The simplest example of this, what it means to have two Hands, is the wonderful, astonishing, fulfilling power of what Two hands can do. They, combined, can build bridges, hold people close, play instruments, connect a parent to their partner and child in a walk in the park, and they can help support a saddened head overwhelmed in the throes of life.

But the greatest thing Two Hands will ever achieve……is applause, that sound of instinctual appreciation, communicated, spontaneously on many occasions, as a way of simply saying….I like what you do, thank you.

Alas, that is two hands,

The singular Hand,…. ‘The Hand’…. has an equally effective role in life, however, when on a solo run, it is less likely to be heard. But boy, it can be powerful, as it will act on its own, without approval of a majority, or the need to be of a collective, it will just do what it can do, and most times, when isolated, will act out of love.

It will be brave enough to admit that it cannot applaud you, but it will endeavour to create that sound briefly by patting you on the back,…. it may not be strong enough to hold you, but it will linger long enough to set you free,….. it may struggle to light a candle for you, but, once lit, it will hold your candle with passion, However.

The single greatest thing ‘The Hand’ can do……is to reach out to another, and that is when the applause resonates…….

and so, I raise my Hand to you…