Remembering; slumber.
A forgotten number.
The subtraction
of dreamy interaction.
An ever-falling bungee jumper.
Remembering; rest.
De-stress? Distressed.
Unanswered calls
by sunken eyeballs.
To close their quest.
Remembering; peace
Of mind. At ease.
Stood at attention
for every mention
of failure to sleep.
Remembering; dreams.
Coins in a fountain gleam.
Now each and every
are but a memory.
Copper tears that stream.
Cool breeze
Eases the heat
Smiling sunshine’s
Caress is sublime
From head to feet.
Hopeful faces
Content, courageous
Sweet chitter chatter
Feet pitter patter
On pavement, in places.
A new beginning
Each day is bringing
Future plans
Are grasped in hands
And seized for winning.
Spirit grows not shrinking
Heart blooms not sinking
Exhilarating azure
Makes a dark mind pure
By it’s blue sky thinking.
Power down
But you never have chance to
Power down
Government changing hands too
Power down
It’s in their plans to
Power;
Us down
To push policy plans through.
Lightbulb
When you finally realise the state
Lightbulb
Ideas falling into place
Lightbulb
Won’t stay on in a darkened space
Lightbulb;
Dimming
Is our struggle and our fate.
Shock
Charge from a volt
Shock
Bank charge is your own fault
Shock
Electri-City company cult
Shock;
Horror
Cost of living insult.
The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;
Being.
The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.
All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.
So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.
And, just;
Be.
A wall is made for breaking down
A brickyard’s tears, a stony frown
Ventless, relentless, in the past
America, Berlin, Belfast
Partition found on world renown.
A bridge is made to bring together
A culture crossing, a road for better
Far-reaching, for teaching
The human condition’s seeking
Each step across is a capped feather.
The walls you put up within your heart
Deny a chance for love to start
Foreboding, eroding
Bitterness, self-loathing
Constant reminder – landing marks.
The bridge you build will bolster new
Strengthens souls and spirits too
Co-operation, exaltation
Meeting in the middle; combination
Helps humanity by uniting you.
We are all cut from the same cloth
Black or white. Pauper or posh
And as those veracious bubbles do froth
The truth always comes out in the wash.
Life’s banquet is seared with many decoys
Blue, well-done, medium and rare
You can never delect in the delicious joys
Without first tasting bitter despair.
It’s always the cruel that bloom and flourish
It beggars belief how the meek don’t inherit
We must first plant wisdom and courage
To stop them reaping from our own merit.
Because when life is unkind
And your ducks don’t stay in a row
Sometimes you have to lose your mind
To find your soul.
Whatever it might be
It’s them and not me
Something found you’ll still miss
The thing is…
I can’t put my finger on it
Darkness can never be lit
Never cease nor desist
The thing is…
You’ll find a problem you look for
In colour, creed, or much more
Whether words or a fist
The thing is…
We all bleed one way
Same colour, red – every day
The thing is…
We are all in this.
Together.
The Sun carries the fate
Of our future on its back
The Son carries the weight
Of his past in his pack.
The Sun practices beaming
Ready for the summer show
The Son forever dreaming
Of freedom free to grow.
The Sun solemn staring
At a world disintegrating
The Son struggles caring
In a world hell-bent on hating.
The Sun won’t last forever
But will far out last the Son
The Son’s a trifle clever
But he won’t surpass the Sun.
The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit
After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit
When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite
And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.
It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken
Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken
Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken
Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.
The denial of free thought and free speech through laws
Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars
True freedom lives between those ears of yours
In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.
Thoughts are running wild
Their hoofs unruly; trample
Cerebellum sands reviled
Scatter, scurry and they scramble
A lack of understanding
As to why this burden carries
Aptitude is demanding
Mind and fear; forever marries
It’s hard to point the pin
If there ever really was one
In self-loathing, selfish skin
That coalesces til it’s gone
Yes, the suffering it stings
But the feeling never lasts
The ‘only hope’ should cling
Yielded tight within the grasp.
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