Virtual Girl, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 VIRTUAL GIRL

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

So much game-playing

Such a ruse

Playing me off

Till I put my neck

In your noose

Yet I found myself

Game-playing too

A fantasy and

An escape from

all that is true

Virtual Girl in your virtual world

Just my madness to believe your words

So much fantasy within your voice

Such a tragedy that was my choice

Never believe

In a stranger's caress

Being unreal

Becomes a form

of Address

Life becomes a lesson

Within such games

With no address

Attached

to a name

 

Virtual Girl in your virtual world

Just my madness to believe your words

So much fantasy within your voice

Such a tragedy that was my choice

 

Living a lie

Ia all very well

Maybe give's life

a false tale 

to tell

 

Oh well now

All the same 

to me

As I return my 

life

to reality 

 

Virtual Girl in your virtual world

Just my madness to believe your words

So much fantasy within your voice

Such a tragedy that was my choice

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Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (2) by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags (2)

from the ebook Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags by Alan Ewing

 

Two Paragraph Story

Insomnia
Sleep was difficult to come by at the best of times for William. Counting sheep was tantamount to OCD on insomnia. He had once been prescribed sleeping pills, though his GP withdrew them for fear of addiction. That made matters worse for William had got used to their soothing effect when he took to his pillow.
Sunday nights in particular were bad as William’s brain would go into overdrive thinking about the new week ahead in work. The week ahead contained great tests of his character and his ability to work with others. Tossing and turning were interspersed with trips to the kitchen for snacks and milk, followed by trips to the toilet. Finally, he got to sleep. Five minutes later the alarm clock rang out loudly.

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Firstly, Sonnet 116 itself, a slow absorption of the words, followed by a second reading, then read my paragraphs below, then returning to the Sonnet, as the rhythm of the language flows as you get used to it:
 
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
 
Outside of the Bible then Shakespeare is the ultimate writer about the sheer nature of love. In Shakespeare this is romantic love, whereas The New Testament deals primarily with general love. Sonnet 116 is about the stability of true love. A marriage indeed. One in which the lovers can face every trial that life may bring, every test that fate might throw into their path. Love does not change in the face of such change, else it is not true love. Love is like a fixed star that is immovable.
 
Time cannot affect love if it is true. For it grows within time. Shakespeare is telling us that fickle fancies will also not interfere with the course of true love. When it is entwined then it is rooted in such a way as to be the foundation stone of life itself. Companionship, friendship and loyalty are enshrined within it, through good times and bad. Love can conquer every hardship, even when all seems lost, and is the most powerful force that we ever encounter in our lives, when it is true. If not, says Shakespeare, then he, The Bard, was never a writer.

Jotting

 Hot Water Bottle

I've been hanging on to my hot water bottle
It really resists the cost of living throttle
It keeps me warm under the covers
I don't need no lovers
I just love my hot water bottle

Gag

 Oh yes, yes, she cried out in bed, “this is the best it has ever been”, as she looked over Rory’s shoulder at her favourite tv programme.

 

 

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Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpts from the ebook 'Two Paragraph Stories, Blogs, Jottings & Gags'

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Paragraph Story

 

 

 Midsummer Night’s Flight Of Fancy
 

Biffy was certainly in the mood on this barmy, hot midsummer night. He had wanted it all day. Mary the Milk Maid had said that he had no chance of getting it from her. Rena the shop assistant had told him that there was no question of it today. Megan the cow herder had said no way.
But towards evening, Sabby the barmaid had told him that he could have as much as he wanted, with extras, if he stayed behind after serving hours later. Biffy had a great night in the pub with his cronies, as he eagerly anticipated getting some. At the end of the night when Sabby gave it to him, he was finally satisfied. It was the finest slab of cheese he had ever tasted, with bread and pickled onions on the side.

 

 

 

 

 

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God & The Tiny Dot

a blog by Alan Ewing

I have to keep my brain exercised or else it goes into meltdown. I could fall in love and let my heart take over and take me into silly town ... Anyway, to keep my brain ticking over, I am currently reading 'A Brief History Of The Last 13.8 Billion Years' by David Baker. Of course we start with The Big Bang. Although we have to get this into perspective and realise that it was the size of a dot. Though knowing that within that dot, then The Big Bang was mighty. All that exists is within the dot, which has been expanding for the past 13.8 Billion years. The point of a drawing pin would be massive compared to how The Universe began.

There was a kind of Valentine's Day when all particles of matter met particles of anti-matter. Mutual destruction. That would have been the end of the story, if not for the fact that particles of matter outnumbered anti-matter cohorts. Hence matter went on to form all that is. Now there may be a number of these gigs where you live another life that turns out differently. Professor Stephen Hawking alluded to this in his theory of 'Bubbles', that is, that multi-universes exist. So there are potentially many of a specific person that exist. Or maybe not at all within a given multi-verse.

In all of this theory, there is no meaning. It's just random chance that anything exists. Of course, to suggest a Creator begs the question 'Well where did that come from?' It seems that whichever way the question emerges, then it is of the same form.  Perhaps only in Love, meaning and existentialist questions that spring from this, can we find an answer. Certainly, science, within itself, does not contain the answers to this fundamental question.

And so we go on wondering about where life came from. 

 

 

Jotting 

The Devil’s Game

I have seen the devil's game,
so very lame;
seeks to divide us by race or colour;
no-one to call sister or brother.
Fall into its trap is what it seeks,
not very meek;
Wants to sow discord in love and life
Cause arguments and much strife
It wants us to go out and conduct war
an horrendous score
It will play a game within your existence
OMG! It is very persistent
Try to take you from your friends
Such is the end
It tries to say that it does not exist
Seeking to create existential mist

Gag

"Do you ever have thoughts of harming yourself?" Asked The Doctor. The patient replied: "No, I gave up falling in love years ago."

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Let It Ride, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Let It Ride

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

I'm shutting you out of my thoughts

But you walk into my dreams

I see no way 'cause I'm caught

And I try to find another means

Let It Ride

Let It Go

Let It Flow

I try to get get you off my mind

I toss and I turn in the night

I go with the flow and try to be kind

Fight with the dark for the light

Let It Ride

Let It Flow

Let It Go

 

 

 

 

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Private Dewy, iphone comedy sketches by Alan Ewing

 PRIVATE DEWY

iphone comedy sketches by Alan Ewing

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Mysterious Beings (iphone film storyboard), a social media experiment, by Alan Ewing

 Mysterious Beings

(iphone film storyboard by Alan Ewing)

An experiment takes place to prove a hypothesis. The case in question concerning whether the medium is the message. Namely a social media experiment. Having been on social media for the past two decades then it always occurred to my mind that certain mediums upon it suit particular outlets. Never was this more evident, when, as a musician, I crossed the digital sea from MySpace to Facebook in 2008. MySpace had been a thriving outlet for artistic people of all kinds; musicians, writers, photographers, painters, actors, etc. The crossover to Facebook inverted all of this when it became about personality first, with vocation secondary.The beneficial side of this was that friendships became important too. Gossip chambers became the norm, particularly as my time as a businessman in The Marilyn Monroe World coincided with this and also a crossover happened with a group from an online church.  Though, with gossip, hasn't that been the case since the novels of Jane Austin (Emma, Pride & Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility), and before that, St Paul's warnings about it (Titus 2:3, 1 Timothy 3:11, 2 Timothy 3:31)?                                                 

Well, to the experiment. This concerned combining reality video with film storyboarding. The iphone allows for this in the current age with its ability to replace the old way of paper, pens and pencils in enabling this.  On Facebook the reaction might be a 'like' or two and a handful of views [you do not seek to make your friends your audience if you want to keep them; sharing your interests maybe]. When this method was applied to Tik Tok then the number of views started to get towards the two-thousand mark. The method of posting was more amenable to a younger demographic who valued a person's creativity before personal attributes or opinions.  The gauging of this results in the medium being more important than content. Therefore, Facebook will be based on personality, X (Twitter) on sociological viewpoints ie politics; while the other sites like Tik Tok and Instagram will hinge on creative content.

Of course this is a relative experiment, qualitative in medium analysis, although quantitative in terms of the actual response results.  It can be seen clearly that social media is complex in how it operates, with the spectrum veering between intimate friendship grown over years online, and then freewheeler posting which reaches out in a wider consciousness. This can be seen as positive in the sense that with use of the various mediums then it is possible to grow friendships online, without giving up the need for wider creative expression with an audience. The iphone film used within the experiment 'Mysterious Beings' is posted below this hypothesis.

Alan Ewing, MSc, BA (Hons), Cert HE

The Devil You Don't, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 THE DEVIL YOU DON'T

a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never knew that in you

The devil may care

So that's the way you go 

Jealousy stares

Always tried to reach you

In God's Way

You just could not be true

In your ways

Attack on my spirituality

From the bottomless pit

Vile is your functionality

I find that rather sick

 

What is friendship if not true

A grand charade

So take your exit, you fool

With a pathetic parade

 

For love, it conquers all 

This you will find

For those who take the other side

Will lose God within mankind

Listen, if those ears can hear

May the sound resound

See with eyes that can truly see

Divine Presence within a cloud

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