Monday, 21 September 2020

Origin Story.

I consider myself extraordinarily lucky to be living and witnessing the dawn of this era of exponential growth in communication and technology. The world has got increasingly smaller with every new application society adopts, as part of it's development.

As I have got older and most definitely wiser, I have found myself wondering. Will I leave this place better than I found it?. The unequivocal answer, is a resounding no. Yes, I have had a part to play in giving life, to four beautiful and very different characters, however, what mess have I bought them into? More importantly, what am I going to leave as a legacy for my kids, grandkids?, and then their children?... If we have not gone and destroyed ourselves by then!.

I, like many others, have drawn a frightening but logical conclusion. There is far too much evidence from the greed of the so called "powerful institutions" around the world to ignore. Even with the punitive measures taken to re-centre Earths natural balance, it is highly likely that it is too late, and we have already passed the tipping point. The constant and inevitable wheels of commerce and industry, cannot and will not pause for contemplation of the cost. Not for more than 3 months anyway... Covid19 was not all bad.

There is a real need for change, however, there does not seem to be a way, to safely effect it, as war is the human answer to change. Historically, as we are, all too well aware, this leads to separation, subjugation and persecution. The will of the victors, forcefully imposed on an unsuspecting population who had nothing, but location, to do with any of it. Civil wars lead to military rule, and the inevitable implosion of a nation. All roads lead to the same conclusion. A new order comes from the chaos, nothing really changes, one controlling rule gets supplanted with another.

Depicted in an exhaustive amount of literature, lies the demise of the human race. This frequently pedalled, dystopian future, just a Hollywood movie plot, right?. No way, we would end up annihilating each other, RIGHT?. The answer is and always has been the hardest to understand because it makes the least sense. Sadly this has always been the case. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying that by joining..., well..., whatever this turns out to be, that we are going to change anything. I know, as do you, that the wheels are too big and fast to stop from turning or even slowing. A compulsory one way ticket, punched at birth, all with the same destination but let's not get morbid, the bit in the middle can be very worthwhile if treated with the respect, every form of it deserves.

So finally getting to the point!. We do not have a full understanding of how our digital legacy, will be viewed. Future generations, I am positive, will study this era with great interest, assimilating their history, as they ready themselves for whatever life looks like, through their eyes. 

I for one, am going to make sure that my contribution, is carefully and consciously, considered before submitting to the eternal archives. This rhetoric, my mission and my promise to the future, whether I have reached one or one million "The Cursive Collective" will endure.


Friday, 18 September 2020

On Our Watch!


I recall when growing up, there was just so much to see

A world that felt so massive once, now’s a big community 

We used to check the papers, for the work to pay our way 

In modern times it’s easy, just a computer click away 

An adult now, I worry, whilst the youth are led astray

An eagerness to show off, put their lives out on display

Their need to get approval, but so quick to say “it sucks”

Get naked for attention, then purse their lips like a ducks

It’s sad to say this generation has lost the power to mix

Don’t talk unless on mobile phones, while trolling others pics  

They’d rather all sit lonely, with their best friend as a screen

Jealous of the perfect life, or a place they've never been.

With all emerging gadgets, give the world much less to do.

Considering no time ago, that mobile phones were new

Whilst breakthroughs keep on coming, at this fast rate of knots

Question not what’s coming next, ask, just how much the cost

The problem now with Facebook, buried under, far beneath

Is a pluralistic ignorance, and the lack of self belief 

Governed by the zealots, with no care apart from greed 

Lead the way and live without, in truth it’s you they need. 

Murdock x

Mind Sober Matter


Living inside me lies this voice in my mind, the incessant rambling of my conscience, 

My choice not to listen, now taken from me,  the calm quiet moments of my past history 

I look in the mirror and all that I hear is the hatred he has now and the future he fears

It’s best just to end it he says that a lot, just look at yourself please, you’ll be quickly forgot.

The stick that i have to beat him back with, is a bottle of whisky and a big line of sniff

He doesn’t offend me, when I take that shit, drowned til tomorrow as I take another hit

My head fills with answers, a medical shrink, blood drips from my nose leant over the sink

Psychosis is nonsense, a made up illness, my habit no reason or rhyme for this mess.

I wake up the next day it’s two forty five, my head, face and nose sore, hate being alive

He shouts his displeasure being kept at the back, arrived at his station called full on attack

The cycle repeats now and i feel so depressed, this life not worth paying  the fee from the test

He’s winning the battle of wills in my head, he tells me again that i am better off dead

A friends intervention, my families all there, sitting around me in a forced central chair

They ask me to not lie, be honest this time, if I tell the truth now then it all will be fine

The voice doesn’t like it, he shouts deep inside, tell them to fuck off man, where is your pride

He feeds on depression, self pity and doubt, strengthened by poor choice and not doing without

Advice in abundance now it’s in the open air, there is so much to live for, i’m starting to care 

The voice still inside me but now under my spell, he lives in the shadows now i’m feeling well

The gym work has helped me, lose all the fat weight, my life is much better now without the hate

If reading this poem you hear him as well, just think of one person who’d help you to tell.  

Hardest part over when help was allowed, admitting illness, the voices inside became less loud

Strength found from somewhere, god helped resolve sin, impulse resisted, counted as a big win

So conscious and fretful of falling back to this plight, stand up again braver to restart the fight.

Reflection in the silent mirror the best it can be, voices all gone now except the good inside me. 


Murdock x

Dating is easy!


A long look in the mirror, what is the good in me. 

My brown eyes staring right back but bad is all I see

I’ve still got lots to offer, It’s time I got back out, 

Sitting in my armchair, with phone in hand to scout.

I choose my best shot ever, the profile my pic they’ll see  

Five years and  three stone later, but never mind its me.

To get the perfect soul mate, it asks, describe yourself

I write, I don’t know what to say, just fed up on this shelf

The next few questions stress me, my likes and things i do

I lie and say hikes in the park, staying in and going out too.

In this section to match up now, outline your perfect mate

No box to tick for just a pulse on a woman would be great.

It's all done now the form complete, and ready to upload

I check once more my answers back before i start this road

With best intent i press lets go to begin the big explore

Swiping right on everyone my chance improved i’m sure.

A week goes by first date is set, to meet, eat, drink and chat

The thought occurred the lies I've told and made out im not fat.

I’m in it now to hell with it, tonight's the night we meet

Then just before i texted her and pulled out with cold feet.

It’s done the job, my ego’s back, i stood her up no doubt

She wanted me, to fill a gap, that’s not what I'm about

Delete the thing it's for the best and meet someone for real

This dating thing too easy now.  just don’t see the appeal.   

A Prayer for the Living


Your futures before you, and histories past 

The time left inside you will pass all too fast

Repent at your peril as you will not say

I wish that i’d done less on that fateful day

With purpose and reason appreciate choice

A strong moral compass and passionate voice  

Be greedy for knowledge not power or wealth

To pass this gift freely which cornerstones health.

Opinions though vital, progress and improve  

Scribe gently in pencil with freedom to move

Be honest and forthright, emotive, sincere

Use truth as your weapon and live without fear

Make those stood beside you aware of your love

Give more than expected, enjoy just enough

Take no joy in winning at others expense 

As learning from losing its own recompense.

Your futures before you, and histories past 

The time left inside us will pass all too fast

Pay the price gladly as you will not say

I wish that i loved less on my fateful day

When emotions define us, they give much away

The strongest among us can still be led astray

When forgiveness is inter and gets cast aside

Regretful decisions are locked deep inside. 

The tipping point for us has just been and gone

Consuming Earth’s life blood so terribly wrong  

A clear present danger to life strong and weak

We can’t leave their future unimaginably bleak 

Consider this question that most have not asked

No chance of redemption when your life has passed

Will smiles shape the faces of those in your wake

Be thankful their memory is your’s still to make.  

Your futures beyond you, just history left 

No time left inside you, your body bereft

Reflection around you, life’s light fades away

Just love every moment until that fateful day.

Murdock x



Thursday, 17 September 2020

Lockdown. The inside story.

As painfully obvious as it is, Covid19 has irrevocably changed modern society. All of the social, personal and commercial rules, we took for granted, have changed. Now, we are all navigating through life, in an entirely different and slightly confusing way. 

The new generation growing up, will never know the awkward moment when we used to greet each other with a hand shake, occasionally missing the palm culminating in, an embarrassing, finger and thumb waggle or the unmatched awkwardness of an air kiss in the same direction climaxing in a red cheeked, face smoosh. The joy of time spent in the doctors waiting room, air thick with cough droplets of bird flu, swine fever or mad cows disease shared with every intake of breath. They will never know the gentle reminder to visit the dental hygienist from the fragrance of the collective halitosis on the London Underground. Gone are the days of taking a cheap flight to Sunny, Anywhere. Sitting so close to a complete stranger, that your shoulder becomes their bony pillow, inevitably leading to the superbly awkward moment as they wake and peel themselves off to reveal the dribble soaked wet patch. Concrete blocks which built the characters of our society are fading memories of yesterday, lost to the kids of today. Lucky them. 

Recently the national media reported that the virus seemed to be targeting ethnic minorities making them four times more likely to die from Covid19 in the Greater London area. This caused a widespread panic amongst the white community leading to a rush and shortage of available housing in Essex. 

When we look retrospectively at the whole story, unfolded as it has, reaction all over the world has been far in excess of the virus's actual real world danger. Now as good tax paying citizens, we will have to foot the bill. The cost of the first lockdown is still being rung into the till, and it does not look likely to stop until well into next year. I am not dismissing the fact that this, beastly bug, would have gained much more traction if the social distancing and self isolation measures had not been imposed, but this normally inept and malfunctioning government want us to think they did a good job, but in reality, they can't really take the credit for acting nearly in line with every other nation in Europe and getting the worst result therein, There are way to many complete fuck up's in recent memory to talk about now, so that's enough of that.

So what next?

Getting used to the idea of more, self isolation, regional lockdowns and quarantining is the reality. A future that only ever seemed possible in Hollywood movie plots, is now a sticker slapped on a map holiday destinations everywhere around the world. The conspicuous absence of the drunk and disorderly but fun loving Brits is hitting the coastal regions of Earth particularly hard. Usually flocking anywhere sunny, their generosity world renown for spending their hard earned wages on booze and fridge magnets. Still we have some lovely areas in the UK to visit and all on our doorstep. The main benefit of which is there's no extra charge for the oversize luggage in the car, containing four sets of welly boots, woolly jumpers, umbrellas and rain coats.

As for the less adventurous of us. we are stuck with the ever present and unarguably frightening prospect, of a new national lockdown. Effectively imprisoning us in our homes, once again. Faced with another term of house arrest without the financial support of the previous one, will test every last one of us to the limit. The notable faces we have all got somewhat, used to seeing over the last seven months, will quickly become a particularly unpleasant sight The truth is, we are just a series of positive tests, which were likely passed around like a yard glass in a pub, from really having to live on the breadline as there will be no more bailouts, so i am off down the supermarket to panic buy butter, beer and toilet paper

Lets join our virus free virtual hands and make sure to keep a smile on our very real faces.

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Murdock x