“The Queen is dead.”
She’s eulogised
but nobody mourned our freedom
passing
into hands of tyrannical dread.
Subjugation disguised,
whilst liberty shaped tear drops fall on and on.
Everlasting…
Another lost lesson on
empirical oppression.
A vision:
Telecommunication from beyond the subconscious.
A message so clear it’s seen as obnoxious.
And as vivid in the mind as a car crash collision.
A warning:
Coalescing deep down within your psyche.
Killing love with a spike through Aphrodite.
On a tempestuous December morning.
Mud in the eyes of a colourless scene.
Blood on the thighs of a motherless dream.
But, still you refuse to see.
The
Ritual
Is ever present
Ever lasting in the mind
Ever smiling like a moon’s curled crescent.
Un-
Hallowed ground
Cause once true belief
In a weary wanderer
Stolen by evening shadow thief.
Death
A fixture
Rivalled by birth’s goal
One in forty trillion
Odds favour few swimmers in a shoal.
Life’s
Scriptura
Stem from the seedling
Of a tree which reaches up
And grasps all six senses of feeling.
A glimmer
A memory of a memory
The flash of a camera bulb
As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.
Forgotten
Yesterday’s news is buried treasure
And X barks the dog
And the dog eats itself; rotten.
Avarice
Is devouring a banquet feast
Set out in front of a rough sleeper
Too famished to throw a fist.
Cupidity
Hunting with arrows for more
Material or maniacal power prêt à manger
Sustained solely by stupidity.
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.
Snooze you lose
The emperor’s got amuse-bouche
Yesterday’s muse
Pales into insignificance
When you’ve got no food.
Leadership battle
Pray to silence politician’s prattle
Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle
Morbid magnificence
Cause we are already culled cattle.
Another day done
Counting down until the final one
Rebellion quelled by quango sponge
Resolute reticence
Society controlled by scum.
House of common creatures
Falsehood is a permanent feature
Nurse, retail worker and teacher
All paid a pittance
But it’s just a policy procedure.
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.
You can’t un-see
Once you’ve cut the red tape
You remain unfree
Shackled thoughts won’t escape.
When it doesn’t make sense
Whenever you listen
There’s no recompense, in a
Taxable war of attrition.
“You won’t have to suffer
If you’d just work harder!”
No nutritional buffer
For empty stomach and larder.
This so-called elite
I just don’t understand
They’d cut off your feet
And insist that you stand.
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