Four!

FOUR!
Are the cards you hold all you perceive,
Or are they the ones you wished to receive
And you’re closing your eyes to living?

Is the ace that you think you hold
Only something you’ve heard or been told
Leading you to bet higher and continuing?

You see a three, you see a two
Your luck is in, they’re falling for you!
The banker is dealing!

Is that the five that you wanted so dear
That you prayed until certain your message was clear?
Is God finally listening?

A four, a four; what would you give?
To take away the taste, that’s so addictive.
You shake the card you’re holding.
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Perception I’ve heard it said
Is how one views things, or how they’re read.
It can camouflage a life for good or for bad,
Giving happiness or making one sad.

Why not pray for happy, what’s wrong in that?
Life is so miserable wearing a dull, sad hat.
Why not dream some dreams that’s what they’re for!
Lay in a dream tonight and dream of that FOUR.

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Ever Seen A Review As Good As This?

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Philosophy and Science, by Danny Kemp

I want to start something that I cannot finish today but hope to build upon in the future.

Some people would argue that science and philosophy are worlds apart; science being the study of known facts whilst philosophy is purely a thought process based on assumptions and belief. I would suggest the two disciplines are the same.

Philosophy is the exploration and questioning of accepted facts. It is a branch of science of its own. It doesn’t need in a sterile laboratory as it functions within the brain. It’s a thought process examining knowledge and offering a different understanding. In a sense, it’s conceptual thought following logical lines.

Science is exactly the same. It examines logical facts. If one reasons logically, one is thinking scientifically. The human brain cannot exist outside of physics yet thought process is not confined to either a physical form or the science of physics.

Neither in science nor philosophy must there be belief, as belief is the acceptance of irrational thought, ie, all factual explanation is questionable, but without questioning facts science would have no role to fill, and philosophical thought would be only conjecture.

I argue that without philosophy science would not have evolved. Without an egg, there would be no chicken…..The unsolvable issue of what came first.

Through science and philosophy, man has examined his self-being in more ways than solely altruistically, developing a conscious awareness of character and motives. BUT…….

Self-awareness is conceptual in so far as humans are parallel beings, one the decision maker and the other the explorer. The decision maker follows logical, well thought out lines decided upon through influence or experience, whilst the explorer probes the unknown abstract world of the imaginary. Self, is by definition a single entity and, therefore, in my proposition, incapable of understanding subconscious thought!

The fundamental basis of life is discovery, whether that be through a specific scientific discipline or through the dissecting scalpel of thought!

 

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Time Will Not Stand Still, by Danny Kemp

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Silver birch in bright sunlight bathed, standing on a hilltop that’s velvety swathed.

Yellow crocuses bursting through, cleaving their colour on this country view.

Radiant shines this springlike scene upon a lonely hilltop, quiet and serene.

The air blows cold. A late winter’s cry, this coming spring aching to defy.

Yet seasons change at nature’s will. Time for no one will not stand still.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 

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A Black Storm!

As night-time knocks at the forest door and daylight fades away for sure.

.As the wind rocks the boughs of trees and rustles all the growth of leaves.

As black becomes the cloak of night and animals shelter out of fright.

As midnight spreads its shadowy gloom a blackbird still sings its mournful tune.

Even in the dark there’s some light. Behind a gloominess sky, a star shines bright.

Hope never dies even if concealed within the murkiness of a descending shield.

 

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A Story, by Danny Kemp

Your pen may write the words but let your heart tell the story.
Blood may flow to fill the lines, but your soul will feel the glory.
Stones and rocks will thunder down and knives will stab you deep,
But rest assured that when you’re done your heart can fall asleep!

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Dreams, by Danny Kemp

A psychiatrist stands watching, in a pathology lab.
An anaesthetist holds a needle waiting to stab
The brain that needs examining because it refuses to die,
Whilst living in a world that only lives within its own lie!

The brain is extracted. It’s trembling, fighting for air!
The needle misses its target. The psychiatrist runs from there!
The pathologist cannot examine so few samples of blood,
As the brain rushes onwards creating an unfathomable flood!

Knowledge is scattered far away and afield.
Learning is gathered unleashing a giant yield.
Education saves billions from an otherwise ignorant death,
But the world continues rushing into oblivion without any redress.

What insight can be garnered from such a simple analogy?
Is it one where you believe that it’s only I in need of therapy?
Or, can you see the truths hidden in amongst so many lies,
That pure knowledge is powerful but not seen by most eyes!

It’s not what you have that makes you what you are!
Nor is it who you know that can carry you high and far.
It is what you believe in surrounded by so much vanity
That gives you the ability to make your dreams your reality.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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The Evolution Of Nonsense.

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Before I start this criticism of a particular scientific theory let me qualify my position. I firmly believe that research is both highly commendable and in most cases, necessary, but waffle is waffle, no matter how many letters there are after a name.

When I was very much younger I took an avid interest in biochemistry. The study of physics and my chosen preference, chemistry are similar in that they rely on proven facts. If one adds quantum mechanics to the pair the facts become more interesting and often, more provable.
However, in the study of human evolution only on one point can the three agree. A tenuous point at best.

There was, in scientific parlance, a RARE event that changed fish into walking animal. No branch of science can explain that RARE event.
That’s why I write fiction, I can make it up as I go along.

 

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London; The Thirty-first Floor View, by Danny Kemp

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A vista of trite monotony painted by a rapacious hand.
A magnet pulling workers tethered daily by its rubber band.
It spreads its tentacles widely in the early hours,
To cluster them together locked in its glazed towers.

London from above is an abscess on an eye
It lacks a soul, passion, and love flowing by.
An overshadowed river, no chances to live anew
Desolate, forgotten places where life once grew.

Take my mind off this vision
To a place where I can breathe without a sigh.
Lay my heart there to rest
Without the carnage seen from up high.

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For Those Who Love The Impossible, by Danny Kemp.

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A single solitary star shines brightly in the sky
Its twinkling tears of love, it silently does cry.
Few who pass have time to gaze up and, therefore, see,
The pain in its eyes, its slow death from agony.

The star was born the night that true love did finally die,
All it had heard was fabrication, just untruth, all a lie.
Spoken deceitful words that told a tale it had believed,
Until that fateful night when it discovered it had been deceived!

In the night lives the shadows of both self-doubt and duplicity.
From mouths wanting you come falsification, insincerity.
Hear the lies, but seek the truth that’s hidden deep.
Then when that star shines love will not die, it will simply fall asleep.

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