Poetry – Untwined – a poem about the end of a long and dwindling relationship.

Many relationships run their course. They start full of promise for eternity, with minds charged by endorphins and gradually disintegrate into scenes fuelled by adrenaline.

The ebb and flow create a difficult choice. No sooner have you gathered your determination than you reconnect for an afternoon of bliss.

It is always shades of grey. Perhaps is the saddest word.

Time and time again you make the decision only to see it melt as the moment approaches.

The moment for ending a once good relationship is always full of regrets.

UNTWINED

When the string’s untwined

And you’ve unravelled every thread,

Untied every knot;

The way

The waft and weft

Were wed,

Til there’s no mystery

In the tapestry

Everything’s been said.

You’re at the end of a story

Where relationship

Is dead.

 

Hung in the comfort zone

Suspended by force of habit;

Staring at the headlights

Like a startled rabbit.

You’ve seen the moment thundering

But lacked the will to grab it.

Now finally as the monster rears

You’ve no courage left to stab it.

 

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Poetry – Peace, Love and Happiness – the antidote to ISIS and the selfish tycoons.

The world is torn apart with hatred, sectarian violence, fundamentalist insanity, corporate greed, selfish exploitation, misogyny and racial ignorance. It’s time everyone stopped and took a step back and tried a different approach.

Instead of listening to the hate-mongers we should try talking to the people.

Where-ever I’ve been on this small planet I’ve found the people, no matter how poor, friendly and helpful. Why are they turned to hate?

What feeds that despair and intolerance?

Back in the sixties the peace and love vibe permeated the world for a couple of glorious years. The hippie trail went out to Afghanistan and Pakistan and there was none of the fanaticism and fundamental hatred. There was respect for the culture. What has fuelled the extremism and intolerance?

Oil, greed, war, religion and power, that’s what.

It’s time we built a positive zeitgeist, reached out to people and smiled a lot more. Equality and tolerance should be the key words. Respect and communication the tools. We need to oppose bigotry, extremism and ignorance with all our might and never with violence. A cuddle works wonders.

I believe that religion is one of the greatest causes of evil in this world but, as an antitheist, I would stand up for the right of every human being to believe what they want.

I believe the greedy bankers, industrialists and exploiters are guiding us to destruction but that does not mean that I want to eradicate them.

I believe that the warmongers are jiving up the passions so that they can exploit them for their own power. But I believe the only way to deal with the psychopaths is to talk, communicate and use reason.

There are better ways than bombs.

Peace Love and Happiness

What this world needs now is a big dollop of love

Spread like honey over toast

A cuddle and a hug with the warmth of a cosy bath

That stretches from coast to coast

A welcoming smile and a helping hand

To show we all do really care

The gentleness of touch of a passing breeze

To show we’re always there

 

What this world needs is peace and harmony

To melt away the greed

A shared drink and meal with tinkling laugh

To show we are agreed

For love can thaw the hardest heart

If we put aside our hate

If we join together with respect and pride

We can surely improve our fate

 

Peace love and happiness

Is that too much to ask?

I’ll join with you if you’ll join with me

Together there’s a task.

It’s a job that is worth doing

To improve our sad old world

Peace love and happiness

Is worth much more than gold

 

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Poetry – Orbiting your Beauty – A love poem for a special person.

You can’t beat love. Nothing beats love. Each second is made brighter by it. Each moment richer.

Chance brings you together. Serendipity gathers you in and you are hooked. Everything has purpose and the purpose is love.

It is nectar on the lips, soft glows in the eyes and blood that sings.

I wrote this for my lady who is the fusion in my reactor.

ORBITING YOUR BEAUTY

The universe conspires to bring me to you

The chaos of a butterfly’s wing

Creates a breeze that wafts your scent to me

Generates a hurricane

That rips through the fabric of my dreams

And I am trapped

In orbit around your beauty

Like a satelite who cannot escape the pull of your allure.

 

Every road leads to the lake

Every journey takes me to the sea

Every action becomes another rivulet

Every breath escapes as a waterfall

Even my thoughts become cascading rapids

That suck me into the whirlpool of your love

You are the water I would sip

Without which there is no life.

 

I cannot escape you

The stars, the sun, the earth

The air I breathe

The light that reveals the world

Every song; every word

All things that live and dream

Every colour; every note

They are merely there to guide me home

For nothing could exist

If you were not there.

I am not real without you.

 

Opher 18.10.95

Love – The Red Telephone – a song about the claustrophobia of society and freedom.

Love came straight out of LA in the sixties. They were unlike their name being more of a Punk Band than a soft lovey sound. They were feisty and full of angst.

Da Capo and Love were brilliant but Forever Changes brought it all together. This was a time of rebellion and reassessment. America and Britain were split. The establishment had the power but youth felt that they had the moral high ground. We were changing the world. There was a revolution.

People were speaking up and fighting for their values, for liberalism, equality and freedom. These were the days of civil rights, anti-war and a new global fellowship.

The establishment did not like it and fought back. There was violence, protest and anger.

The young saw the older generation as lifeless. It was a society that was moribund. We wanted life. We wanted excitement, fun and real purpose. We despised the hypocrisy.

The Red Telephone

Sitting on a hillside
Watching all the people die
I’ll feel much better on the other side
I’ll thumb a ride

I believe in magic
Why because it is so quick
I don’t need power when I’m hypnotized
Look in my eyes
What are you seeing (I see)
How do you feel?
I feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?

Life goes on here
Day after day
I don’t know if I’m living or if I’m supposed to be
Sometimes my life is so eerie
And if you think I’m happy paint me (white) (yellow)

I’ve been here once
I’ve been here twice
I don’t know if the third’s the fourth or if the
The fifth’s to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
And if you wanna count me
Count me out

I don’t need the times of day
Anytime with me’s okay
I just don’t want you using up my time
‘Cause that’s not right

They’re locking them up today
They’re throwing away the key
I wonder who it’ll be tomorrow, you or me?

They’re locking them up today
They’re throwing away the key
I wonder who it’ll be tomorrow, you or me?

They’re locking them up today
They’re throwing away the key
I wonder who it’ll be tomorrow, you or me?

We’re all normal and we want our freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, I want my freedom

Read more: Love – The Red Telephone Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Love – You Set the Scene – Lyrics from Arthur Lee and one of the best bands of all time.

Love were a brilliant band. They produced three outstanding albums. Forever Changes was their apotheosis.

This track comes from that album. For me it sets the whole picture of the enquiring nature of the sixties counter culture. What were we going to do with our lives? There had to be something more than this bland society. There had to be something worth fighting for.

We wanted our own rules, perspectives and agendas. We no longer trusted our leaders.

We wanted life – to be out there living it. Life was change. Life was full of colour.

I face each day with a smile.

Love – You Set The Scene

Where are you walking, I’ve seen you walking
Have you been there before?
Walk down your doorsteps, you’ll take some more steps
What did you take them for?
There’s a private in my boat and he wears
Pins instead of medals on his coat
There’s a chicken in my nest and she won’t
Lay until I’ve given her my best
At her request she asks for nothing
You get nothing in return
If you want she brings you water
If you don’t then you will burn

You go through changes, it may seem strange
Is this what you’re put here for?
You think you’re happy and you are happy
That’s what you’re happy for
There’s a man who can’t decide if he should
Fight for what his father thinks is right
There are people wearing frowns who’ll screw you up
But they would rather screw you down
At my request I ask for nothing
You get nothing in return
If you’re nice she’ll bring me water
If you’re not then I will burn

This is the time and life that I am living
And I’ll face each day with a smile
For the time that I’ve been given’s such a little while
And the things that I must do consist of more than style
There are places that I am going
There’ll be time for you to start all over

This is the only thing that I am sure of
And that’s all that lives is gonna die
And there’ll always be some people here to wonder why
And for every happy hello, there will be good-bye
There’ll be time for you to put yourself on

Everything I’ve seen needs rearranging
And for anyone who thinks it’s strange
Then you should be the first to want to make this change
And for everyone who thinks that life is just a game
Do you like the part you’re playing

I see your picture
It’s in the same old frame
We meet again
You look so lovely
You with the same old smile
Stay for a while
I need you so, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if you take it easy
I’m still teethin’
I want to love you, but
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Where are you walking, I’ve seen you walking
Have you been there before?
Walk down your doorsteps, you’ll take some more steps
What did you take them for?
There’s a private in my boat and he wears
Pins instead of medals on his coat
There’s a chicken in my nest and she won’t
Lay until I’ve given her my best
At her request she asks for nothing
You get nothing in return
If you want she brings you water
If you don’t then you will burn

This is the time and this is the time and
It is time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time

Sex – Pornography – male and female.

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Males and females are different. That is quite obvious and not merely restricted to the physical. There are physiological, emotional and psychological differences that are every bit as stark as the physical.

In terms of sexual needs and relationships those difference come from a psychology born of different priorities. It gives rise to different attitudes and desires.

The object of sex is to get as many copies of your DNA into the next gene pool as possible with a view to them going on to create further versions of themselves in future gene pools. It is the way we achieve immortality.

Sexual reproduction creates variation. Variation creates a range of offspring that enables adaptation to change. More variation – more likelihood of success in the distant future.

Male and female sexual strategies are different due to the nature of their physiology.

Males are capable of fathering thousands of children. One of their strategies to get copies of their DNA into the next gene pool is to go for quantity. They will seek opportunity to father children as and when it arises with as many different females as possible.

Females are only able to produce a limited number of offspring. Hence the female strategy is to go for quality. The female of the species makes herself attractive, draws in as many suitors as possible and selects the best. She then wishes to create a strong relationship in which her children can be brought up with security. She wants to provide the greatest chance of her limited number of progeny surviving and prospering and so invests a great deal of time, energy and effort in nest-building, relationship and nurture.

Males are also interested in quality and are prepared to invest in this nurturing. It is in their interests to raise healthy survivors who will prosper and pass their genes forward. Though they will always be looking for opportunities to father children in other nests.

Females too are not naturally as monogamous as they might appear. Variety is the name of the game  and if an opportunity arises to introduce variation into her offspring she will seize it. It makes sense for her to have a safe nest to bring up children, provided for through a stable relationship, while at the same time introducing variety from different contributing fathers.  Research shows that many children of seemingly stable, monogamous relationships have different fathers.

There is a biological imperative at work.

So how does this relate to pornography?

Males tend to view sex as physical and mechanical. They view their pornography as close-ups of the genitals and sexual act in detail. There is the minimum of relationship and it is devoid of emotion. The more lurid and graphic the better. They are excited by visual and auditory portrayals of sex. Male pornography exaggerates physical sex to the extreme.

Female pornography is completely different. Females are interested in relationship and tend to prefer the emotional side and exaggerate it to the extreme. The romance novel is as much pornography as the male sex magazine. The young female swept off her feet by the gallant male. The perfect love affair with its deeply romantic setting culminating in their perfect love-making under the delicate moonlight.

Of course I stereotype. There will be males and females who would be quite turned on by pornography aimed at the other gender. I merely suggest that firstly, the romance novel is as much pornography, in that it exaggerates an aspect of relationship out of all proportion, as what is regarded as male pornography, and secondly that the reality of sex must lie somewhere in the middle.

In order to foster better relationships we should understand the motivations that are behind our behaviour. Sex is a means to an end. Relationship is a compromise.

Rock genres – Acid Rock

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Acid Rock as a genre started in the mid-sixties and flourished in the late sixties.

At that time LSD – lysergic Acid Diethylamine – was legal and thought to be safe. Marijuana was the drug of choice for the burgeoning alternative culture and was extensively used.

A Rock Scene sprang up in the two cities on the West Coast of America which had attracted in large numbers of alternative characters. In Los Angeles the scene was centred around Venice and the Sunset Strip and in San Francisco it was around Haight Asbury.

The culture was very radical. It became known a the Hippie movement typified by its long hair and bright clothes, liberalised attitudes to drugs and sex and a distrust of the establishment.

The Acid Rock culture had grown out of a coalescing from a number of sources. There was the influence of the British Bands who had inspired a number of musicians to get into bands; the politics and poetry of the Folk movement, exemplified by Bob Dylan, with its radicalising message; the influence of East Coast musicians like the Lovin’ Spoonful and then the seminal band the Byrds with their Folk-Rock and spacey sounds.

In Britain a similar thing was taking place simultaneously. It was based in London where both cannabis and :LSD were circulating and was creating a Psychedelic scene based around clubs like The UFO Club, Middle Earth and the Eel-Pie Island.

The two were to cross-fertilise and interact.

In Los Angeles the leading lights were the Doors, Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band, Buffalo Springfield, The Mothers of Invention (Frank Zappa) and Love. They tended to have a Blues based sound. Frank was a a bit of a one-off and not really what I would call Acid Rock but …….

In San Francisco it was Jefferson Airplane, Country Joe and the Fish, Big Brother & the Holding Company, Quicksilver Messenger Service and Grateful Dead. There was more of a Folk influence here.

The effects of the drugs on the music was very evident. The pieces were drawn out into long jams with the integration of soaring guitars and harmonies. It was intricate and interweaved into complex rhythms and there was the use of different instrumentation, musical forms, electronic sounds. It created a dense sound that was mesmerising and you could get lost in. It was album based, rather than singles, and was focussed on the ideology of the alternative culture with its peace, love and anti-establishment themes. The music was of and for the sixties alternative culture.

When coupled with light shows in small clubs the atmosphere was a total immersive experience that was intended to be consumed while high.

Surprisingly it was instantly commercially successful with bands like the Doors and Jefferson Airplane hitting the singles charts. This threw everyone into a dilemma. The bands were in danger of being called ‘Sell-outs’ and losing their street credibility and the establishment was shocked and did not know how to deal with the drug references and social messages.

Some of these bands went on to become among the biggest in the world – like the Doors. Others developed huge stadia followings like Grateful Dead and others fell by the wayside like Country Joe and the Fish.

My favourite was the incredible Captain Beefheart who produced the greatest body of work, pushed the boundaries, was innovative and extraordinary, was a poet of great originality, and created complex music the like of which has never been bettered. He influenced a thousand other musicians and remains a largely unsung hero.

My book – ‘In Search of Captain Beefheart’ is not actually about the Captain; it is about my quest for the lodestone of Rock Music. It’s a tale of a man’s journey and love of Rock Music.

I have a number of other books concerned with Rock Music you might enjoy – Tributes to the Top Rock acts:

My views on the greatest albums of all time:

Rock lives!!

A bit of the good stuff does you good!!

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Sometimes in amongst all the terrible things going on – beheadings, hatred, terrorism, rampant capitalism, trials, abject poverty, overpopulation and environmental degradation, we lose sight of the great things people are doing.

Out there, right now, are a set of saints pulling out all the stops to make things better.

I salute them.

The health workers dealing with Ebola who put themselves at risk

The aid workers helping the refugees

The reporters trying to tell us what is going on in the war zones

The nurses, doctors and orderlies dealing with the sick and dying in the most deprived parts of the world, in our inner cities

The psychologists trying to comfort and rebuild the lives of the tortured, bereaved and traumatised

The people going out of their way to do kind things, help, give, smile, cuddle and love.

The mediators and peace makers

Those who forgive

The creators of beauty

The environmentalists fighting to save a forest, a tree, a species, a single insect.

Those who give sanctuary to an animal or family

Those who succour and care

Those who give more than they can afford

The educators who are building a better future through knowledge, truth and understanding

These are the heroes! These are the people who deserve medals! These are the people who make life worth living!

Fascism and fanaticism are killed by education and good deeds – not bombs! Help build a better zeitgeist!

So who did I miss out who is deserving of our thanks?

Love and Arthur Lee – Opher’s World pays tribute to genius.

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Contrary to the connotations of the name Love were not always soft and full of flower-power naivety. They came steaming out of the heat of Los Angeles with its urban gangs, racial tribalism and harsh culture. Los Angeles was a city like no other. It sprawled out from the freeways and boulevards and was constructed for the motorcar. It was not a place you could walk the streets; you cruised in your Cadillac and frequented the Sunset Strip to sample the London Fog or Whiskey-a-go-go where the action was.
Love’s first couple of albums were earthy with a Punk feel to them. The songs were melodic and memorable but they had an edge to them that was raw and full of energy.
Arthur Lee and Bryan Maclean shared the writing and vocals creating a great blend of harmonies that fitted well with the guitar-based rhythms.
Those albums were groundbreaking but Love really came together on the third; the immaculate Forever Changes. This reflected their songwriting, musicianship, vocals and production all at their peak. It was one of the stand-out albums of that Acid Rock period. This was a masterpiece of West Coast Hippie culture that has been voted the best album of all time a couple of times. The album has sophistication and is complex with a divine sound without losing the immediacy and distinctiveness of the band. I love it.
Love capture the counter-culture feel of Los Angeles in the heady days of the sixties.
They also epitomise its collapse.
All the idealism and hopes of those times crumpled. The creative force dried up and it descended into violence, hard drugs, free-loading and sell-out. Greed and abuse destroyed it.
Hard drugs were the main reason for Love’s decline. It was all so predictable. After having broken big they were consumed with adulation, sycophancy and overwhelmed with expectation. They were plied with heroin. After the adrenaline high of performance it is difficult to come down and return to any normality. They were hugely successful, swamped with groupies and expected to live the life.
They were young men and succumbed. After one last OK album they split up.
Bryan went on to produce one solo album before going off into Christian Rock and dying in 1998.
Arthur stumbled along reforming versions of Love but failing to recapture the magic. He got himself into trouble discharging a fire-arm and ended up with a prison sentence.
It wasn’t until the 2000s that he finally got it back together. He found himself a group of young musicians called Baby Lemonade (After a Syd Barrett psychedelic number). He groomed them and formed a new vibrant incarnation of Love.
Suddenly the energy and magic was back. They were every bit as good as the original band in their heyday.
I caught a number of their concerts and they rocked. They even got Johnny Echolls back for a concert. I asked him where he’d been and he said ‘Around’.
Arthur wore his fables leather jacket and a headscarf and looked and sounded brilliant. The band was pulling enthusiastic crowds. Was it all about to happen again?
I had a chat with an enthusiastic Arthur. He was full of optimism and talked of recording an album of original material.
Just as it appeared that it was going to come to fruition and culminate in a renaissance Arthur was diagnosed with leukaemia.
He died. It died.

Extract from Opher’s new book – Opher’s Art and Outpourings. pt7

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Caring for children is not just for females! I got immense pleasure out of looking after my kids. The love is absolute. Men do not have to be hard, cold and vicious. We don’t just have a female side that is soft and gentle; it can be the essence of our being.

All this macho posturing is bullshit. It’s not tough to smack each other in the mouth; it’s primitive crap. We don’t have to go out there pretending to be the big hunter/soldier. We can smile and cuddle. It’s allowed.

Being tough is standing up to injustice whatever the cost.

Being tough is taking the side of the weak and downtrodden and making sure they get a fair share.

Being tough is taking care of your loved ones without resorting to violence.

Being tough is saying sorry.

Being tough is doing what is right in the face of pressure from all those around you.

Being tough is being true to your inner self.

Men are happier in relationships and relationships require working on. You can’t bring up a baby without a million cuddles. Nothing is ever more fulfilling that the unconditional love, hugs and laughter of a child.

Words of love heal.

A laugh and a smile make life worth living.

Our children need their fathers every minute of every day; they need them happy, content and full of laughter and love. What could be more important.

In Africa they used to say that it takes a whole village to bring up a child well. In these days of confusion, violence and anxiety it requires a whole family’s love.