The Dead and The Living

                The Dead and The Living (c)

                           by

          

                     Michael  Casey

     I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old, my father said not

 

     to worry as the dead are the same as the living, only the  laughter

 

     has left them, the sparkle has gone from their eyes, the worry has

 

     been lifted from their shoulders, and their voice has vanished  to

 

     eternity.

     In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the  twinkle  of  the

 

     stars, the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

 

     the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter.

    

     I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living,

 

     though I find the deceased are always more polite. My father also

 

     had a few words to say about the living.

     He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul ,  yet

 

     they think their existence is everything, that they know everything

 

     because they experience many things with their senses.

     What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short  and

 

     when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls  continue  without

 

     them, without their strong, without their weak, without  their

 

     beautiful or even ugly temporary form, to where I cannot say, only

 

     that it is a better place.

 

     Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin, the soul was free

                          THE  BEGINNING

what stats reveal

What Stats Reveal

Well what do stats reveal, I don't mean the Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics either. I mean every morning I check my stats to see what you are reading and where you are all over the world. I like to see are you reading me, as I spit into a hanky, this flu has really got me. Now I'm sat right next to a Christmas tree, it's 2nd dec 2018 now. So it's nice to see who are my fans, or from which destination junk email will come next. Dot.EDU is popular,  as are fake emails from big companies, which  I just delete.

The other thing my stats reveal is what you are all reading, the new just written and posted stuff or older stories. By the way I don't live in that big house that pops up on a google search. That house was the one I wanted to live in, but it is SOLD. And I do not own it because I have NOT won the lottery, and only a lottery win would allow me to live there. But it will no doubt always pop up, and somewhere in the world junk email people will see the image and send me targeted junk. That goes straight into my junk,

When I spot what you are reading I go back and read it myself to see what has connected with you. Sometime I cannot remember the story, I have written over 2000 pieces so I cannot remember everything. So it is a voyage of discovery to re-find a story. When I write I like the randomness of what I will write, it is fun for me, and it is fun when I put it down on the screen. Afterwards the stats reveal how much you all liked it. Though more often than not I'm surprised by your tastes, I may really enjoy one piece, but its something else you all prefer.

Then there is the USA, they harvest multiple stories at a time, so is it Barron Trump, or even his dad? I'll never know. Though as I've said before I do want a spot on the Radio, or a syndicated  column, but I'll settle for more tissues to spit into right now, don't get the flu. I did have a flu jab and a pneumonia jab, but I've been suffering for days now.

Memories come back as I reread what has come to the surface, oh they liked that one, or they didn't like today's story. Germany appears on the readers list too, so I'm wondering is it my old doctor, or Anthony Stein who I used to work with may years ago now. Hello to him and his hotel if it is him. Or maybe some random  German somewhere.

So on it goes, memories and hope and geography combined, you are all Michael Casey's readers, but as ever there is only one Michael Casey beware of all other imitations. There are 4 sites to read my rubbish on, which you should all know already, if you  read my Blogger Profile.

So as I go to have a really good cough and spit, please go and read more stuff. My wordpress has full translations to download too

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Christmas 2018

Christmas 2018 ©

By

Michael Casey

Normally I write a missive to my relatives in Ireland at Christmas, it’s like a school report, in a page I try and say it all. This year has been a busy one, we found our new house on Saint Patrick’s Day, 17^th March, and then you wait for the previous family to move out. Which was 4, four months, we had to wait for the end of the school year in the end. This was the obvious exchange date really as the old owner had young kids and they were moving far away.

So hopes of sliding into the new house during a half term were dashed, we’d have to wait till the Summer. Then once you have the keys, and we ended up with 7 sets, you have to have to change all the locks anyway. Though we waited till the builders were done before we did that, so 7 sets were useful. You have the joys of finding good tradesmen, luckily my wife had a list and then there was a bit of trial and error.

It took 3 months before we could move in. There are things that you want to do, things you need to do, and things you must do. Such as a new floor, which really busts the budget. A boiler in a bedroom is never a good idea, so you need to move it, or rather scrap, it and get a new one. This again busts the budget, but at least the bedroom is bigger and safer.Then there are electrics, when was it actually rewired? Look at the sockets, the size and shape and colour discoloration tells their age, and again whether or not you should, or could or must replace the electrics.

And on it goes, for a bloke a kitchen is just where you make yourself a coffee. For your wife, its a puzzle of 1,000,000 sides, Rubic’s cube gone mad. The looks and styles and colour combinations of all you could possibly have. To you the kitchen is nice and much better than the one in the old house. But to your wife its like taking LSD, Look Shape Design, the housewife’s LSD. Everything MUST CAN and WILL conform to her will. Resistance is Futile, you will be absorbed. LSD rules, Look Shape Design.

So the kitchen is changed and 50Shades of Grey, no not something kinky in private, but 50 Shades of Grey for Kitchen Colours comes out of the closet. Why oh why couldn’t you just be tied up and left in a corner to fester. Instead of being interrogated about shades of grey, not even 50 more like a million, it was like Chinese water torture by your Shanghai wife. But she want’s perfection, so she must have it. I always give perfection,but never in grey, 50 shades of grey, kitchen cabinet grey.

In the end the 1^st choice, or was it the 2^nd was the final choice, the 50 shades of grey were just some trick of the light, I had had the full spectrum of pain. All the colours of the rainbow in fact, picking or rather being picked on, to chose a colour,so long as it was grey, 50 shades of grey.It left me black and blue, and not having a clue.

But the kitchen would be fantastic when it arrived on the back of a lorry and was put together by her personal crew of builders.

And on it goes, meanwhile our Polish worker paints everything white, but grey has to be somewhere as an accent colour. We have plenty of accents with all the workmen, at least English was the common language. One tip, put some of your work on Gumtree and you can get lucky, but recommendation is better still. One Iranian carpenter was very good, otherwise your main builder knows his onions and he can recommend this and that.

And on it goes, as the pain of the budget overspill goes on, and I could go on but my own pained left shoulder is making me nearly cry, but at least as my small daughter makes brownies in the kitchen with her friend I can say the end does come. The brownies are at least now ready, and they are not grey, any colour but grey. The painting is over and all the changes, the good, the bad and the unexpected are over. Your guitar is not gently weeping, because the little Polish lad down the lane has it, you are no weeping willow, a reed that has bent with the wind or is that the Polish boy playing clarinet, as grey has sprayed everywhere. You know as any designer knows, grey is the new black.

So finally you move in, just in time for your daughter’s Birthday, only all the money has been spent so no money for a present, as you sit around on cardboard boxes. There is a sale in the furniture shop next month, and it’s easy terms, so long as you buy shop soiled stock in GREY.

  

Christmas has landed 1st Dec 2018

Christmas has landed 1st Dec 2018
our 1st Xmas in the new house

this is me at home, my 3 girls have just put the Xmas tree up next to my desk

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December is upon us

December is upon us
which sounds like an idea for a Christmas story
or even a poem
so I may  just do that in the morning
my daughter set up her old dolls house in the living room next to the tv
I think a poem it will be
so let me sleep and try and evict the snot from my chest and head
and in the morning maybe something will drip off my pen
though I only type these past 40 years
no writers notes or rewrites
straight from head to screen in  one take
like a sneeze into a tissue
so I'll stop now before my head explodes.
Just a thought  for everybody in Argentina
Why not drop bombs of love the  Christmas Season
Drop sacks of rice and medicine
Instead of bombs.
Reading when Santa Lost his Ho Ho Ho, again made me think of that idea.
Rice and medicine is far cheaper than bombs
But maybe Kennedy and Berlin Airlift is a memory
Hope has died under the weight of profit
Really we should all be listening to the Prophets
Good Night Everybody

a warm welcome to you all

 a warm welcome to you all, Russia, Chile, Japan, Belgium, USA, German and all of you everywhere today and everyday.
I just read an old Totoro story, I hope you love them in Japan especially. my daughter is a Studio Ghbili fan so when my girls got their cat she just had to be called Totoro.
I'm in pain and full of snot today, so maybe no new story today.
I'm waiting for a flying carpet to arrive, and for my cold to depart. I do enjoy seeing  my stories shade in the map. There are over 2000 pieces of writing to read here. I'm not expecting you to pay the writer via a  visit to Amazon books/ebooks. So just in case I die I've loaded up my words, I'm not expecting to die soon, just a few more years of pain for you the readers. Besides I want to hit 3,000,000 words and I'm not halfway done yet. Any Kpop star visiting uk is welcome to visit and be my speed typist. I could finish Tears for a Butcher another 600page comedy drama in 3 months if I could just sit and dictate it. Otherwise I'll probably never finish it. It takes a year and a lot of energy to write a full length book. As I don't have that amount of energy I write shorts instead nowadays. Though they are like Lego and can be joined together.

Anyway for all lovers of Korea and KPop here's a piece for the EaST.

K POP saves the World ©

By

Michael Casey

As I flagged yesterday I’ll write something about Pop Stars today, I’ve even changed my usual Font. I did think of one thing and then another, then I had a splat idea. Its the Jackson Pollock school of writing after all, as we lie in our beds the Angel of Death approaches, and the Dove of Peace is just a tiny tiny mustard seed in comparison. I am talking of the looming nuclear war in North Korea.

Read these two links before I resume, with a fresh coffee in my hand.

 http://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/north-korea-threatens-to-sink-japan-reduce-us-to-ashes-and-darkness/ar-AArUtCD?li=BBoPWjQ&ocid=mailsignout 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzJvBgsFjvQ&list=RDEzJvBgsFjvQ&t=4 

The 1^st is a worrying news item,  the 2^nd is K Pop.

I’m listening to REM as they sing “Everybody Hurts” I’ve chosen their Automatic for the People album as the backdrop while I talk to you all. Sorry Justin and your Beavers I’m not going to mock you, you do a good enough job on your own. And Snoop you walk your own dog, Eminem go back to school, but Justin dear Justin, I taught you everything you know, now its time to use your 20/20 Vision.

Instead I want to talk about Music, if it be the food of love play on. I wish I could lip sinc the entire film Moulin Rouge as I love it so much. My favorite scene is where the black guy punches the count and save Nicole Kidman. But I digress as ever, but I have such great legs so I should be in a dress. So today’s idea is K Pop for Peace.

23 million people in North Korea are being led by somebody who could be a fat rapper, who has spent everybody’s 50cents on Nuclear Bling, who could poison his own country’s water supply when the mountain where the testing is done collapses around him. In the South everybody has everything, they even have FOOD. So what are we to do to avoid the 1^st Strike from USA, or a very close 2^nd strike if the Panzi, which is a Chinese word for Fat or Pig, tries to get in first. The Logic Of Madness, this is actually a simple concept if you put yourself in the shoes of the madman. This is where the madman kills everything he loves, such as his own family, and then everybody just cannot understand why. Sadly we see such cases in the newspaper from time to time.

The Dear Leader loves nobody, he is corrupt and just loves his own position. So why will he listen to say a fat guy with silver hair in shades from Birmingham? He has not looked in the mirror and changed, he has not had a road to Damascus experience, he has no Soul. He hacked our NHS, it was only saved by a young guy who is now in Jail in USA for something, its due in court soon. A comedy about North Korea, not very funny in the artistic sense resulted in Sony being hacked. People forget Koreans are very clever, even if just in the Military sense in the North.

So what are we to do?

Pack up all your troubles in your all kit bag and sing, yes sing. All you Rappers and hard men out there, why not sing for Peace. I dare you to have a Dream, like King and yes like Abba. Pop stars always say in answer to what is their one dream, world peace, that was until one DJ punched the pop star, be realistic the interviewer shouted.

So Snoop follow your dog’s lead, 50 Cents lend us a penny, no not for a pee, just show us your sparkle, and all the rest of you out there in Hard Man Wrapper Land. Your time has come. Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. And the answer is sing Take me Home Country Roads and all the John Denver hits. Yes, all you hard rappers out there, Sing Country. And may Buddy Rich rock and roll in his grave. As for all you gyrating girl singers there is room for you too, as I sit here talking to you Love Hurts plays again, so you Ladies can sing that and shake as only you can shake, while I finish my Lemonade.

Then here’s the clever bit track back from Sony to North Korea and let them hear the music. Let them have a Soul, let them dance. All of North Korea’s public address system is taken over by music. First the rappers singing country, they will be the storm troopers of love. Then Let the music sing let the music take over. Surround North Korea with K POP the only language they understand. From South Korea, from Japan and from China too, not forgetting a few Russians.

Constant K pop, the music of fun and laughter and very pretty girls, not forgetting Gangham Style. Broadcast at them on every radio frequency, on every IP address, take over the North Korean nuclear program with K Pop Music, and not forgetting Abba. The Dear Leader presses a button and all he gets is every tv and computer coming to life with K Pop, and then the population have something to really cry about.

Cry with happiness because K-Pop has saved them from the starvation of the spirit. This should be a cue for a Rapper to sing something good, but are any of you good enough? I’ll have a sip of lemonade while you reach for your dictionary. But I’m sure King would know what to say. Or do we just ask the King, Elvis to say a word now. Yes maybe Mr Gangham Style himself should start singing in the Ghetto. North Korea needs to leave  the Ghetto and enter the sunshine. Sing Rappers sing, Take me Home Country Roads, in Korean.

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THIS WAS ACTUALLY PUBLISHED  ONLINE A YEAR AGO IN kOREA 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzJvBgsFjvQ