Down the stream
There is a boat
The bow it gleams
A shimmering coat
Sublime supreme
Keeps you afloat.
The boat is hope
Onboard is freedom
You pull the rope
To sail to see some
Sea foamed soap
And smiles to greet them.
When you reach
Your destination
The mind of each
Shipshape creation
Will wisdom teach
True divination.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
Jealous
That green eyed
Big and awful. Why?
Tell us…
Foolish pride
A real man can cry
Doesn’t even matter
Love it shatters
Everything
You can bring
Things in tatters
Clangs and clatters
Everything
But I love you
Yes I love you
And I hate you all the same
But the hate
Doesn’t matter
Cause I love you.
And your name
I’m yours and you are mine
Always.
Their weight on your mind
Their weight on your shoulders
Their weight you will find
Bearing down above us
Their pressure’s always present
Their pressure seems benign
Their pressure so unpleasant
When your life is undermined
Their future’s never honest
Their future seems so grey
Their future isn’t promised
When you’re living for today
Our past is there behind us
Our past always matters
Our past always reminds us
When our spirit seems so shattered
That we’ve always got eachother
When the thread is wearing thin
You’re my sister and my brother
And every new start, starts within.
They live and they earn
Is that all that it’s worth?
Will they ever learn? Nope.
Entitled from birth
There’s nothing to mourn
But a sheer sense of pity
The rich reap and yawn
While consuming The City
Their Cabinet shelf
Never knows a true home
Only money and wealth
So don’t ever you moan
In Common there’s nothing
Not House nor salary
They’ll smile while bluffing
A fabricated analogy
They’re out of touch
Like Savile’s fingers
They let him off the hook
But his smoke still lingers
You don’t really matter
Just a vote in the ballot
They’ll eat and get fatter
While criticising your palate.
Imagine holding your breath
And emerging from underwater
Often feeling so very close to death
For over a lifetime and a quarter
This is anxiety.
Imagine being trapped under rubble
Without light or breathing space
No-one hears you scream that you’re in trouble
Trapped in a lonely, unforgiving space
This is depression.
Imagine the hand that pulls you out
Your water-logged lungs cough with relief
They did hear you scream and shout
And restored your faith and belief
That is kindness.
Imagine their arms around your torso
Crying – your knees buckle and bend
And they tell you they understand, more so
Than you could ever comprehend
That is compassion.
The world is always a much better place with you in it.
We are always much better people when we help eachother.
More love. More life.
As I walk
The breeze kisses my face
And vacuums
The dusty sediment
Of depression
And anxiety
Which blanketed my tired mind.
As I breathe
The cold night’s air
Fills my lungs
With a deep sense
Of appreciation
For another day of not only existing
But another day of truly living.
As I think
The prisms and pictures
Spinning and cascading colourfully
My wondrous windmill thoughts
Exemplify the beauty
Of what it is
To be alive and well.
And to be human. After all.
It’s moronic that what we need
To survive as people
Creates poverty and greed
And is the square root of evil.
Money. You guessed it
Our master and commander
You bank it and invest it
To make your life much grander.
Poverty is an economic prison
Euros, pounds, dollars and deniro
Money talks and people listen
Until your balance reaches zero.
Greed is buying up all the property
And leasing it to the poor for rent
In a game of real life monopoly
Played by none but one per cent.
Short tempers, short words
And even shorter memories
Short attention span occurs
Like school kids in assemblies
“They’re all full of shit!
And they’re all fucking rotten!”
By the time the seam’s split
It’s all gone and forgotten
Desensitised destruction
Of the common man’s mind
Wait for instruction
The blind leading the blind
Those three mice never got fed
Farmer’s wife chases their blues
Missing their tails, full of dread
Who cares? It’s just yesterday’s news.
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