The Poet

performance without an audience

written with a broken heart

words of love that may have gone

though never meant to part

gregarious in his nature

with a Hidden depth 

articulated feelings, from a soul inept

humility as a warning

sentences on a page

conceptual with the detail

affectation into rage

so scribe the written pasture

the beauty of the beast

place it on a page of hell

for whoever cares the least.

Oppressed regression

content to suffer, no person has known

Contempt is all that has ever been shown

persecuted in execution, defeatist in life

beat with a chain, cut with a knife. 

fear is the bravest strength in ones sight

Pleasure in pain to howl with delight

Love Lost

How fragile life is

irreversible enough to live it free

freedom is a condition 

not everyone can see

whether in your heart 

your minds eye be

I missed the moment, 

for you are no longer here

you filled my life 

with warmth and cheer

forevermore on and on

Brobdingnagian world  

with pockets of space 

darkened by the missing

presence in your grace

I remember every detail

of a beautiful face

burdened not to show love

a gift given from the Lord above,

unpleasantly some find it a task

hidden rather within a mask

not appear to be seen weak

they do not know it is a gift

given to the celestial meek.

Pretence knows not why

they fear to begin

hence unhappy features

are saddened within

accepting love be ya tortured sin

Devil Child

A shadow of a fox, sly though he

contaminated by his smug triviality

devious to the chore and willful

to the soul he be

Merciless killing, slaughter of the lamb

abundantly clear yet hidden beneath

decieving through his unimbiguousness

hell to you or thee

The mind of Oxford where the rich boy doth play,

true to nature inconceivable sway

inequality for the helpless

a soothsayer way

Oh foolish nation opened the mind

to the cruelest mean of potent unkind

hell be damned a place to be

Sordid, wicked, irrationality

kindness, a revolutionary way 

the struggle onwards will see

I’m not the same, or am I ?

Life's like a dungeon as far as I recall from a very young age to the moment we are tall, trapped by the rules and wants and despised as a fool.

The medicine was a spanking in the very first week, only five years old some warmth I would seek,  it taught me not to cry for mum, to be silent and meek.

Alone in my childhood life I craved to be liked, do anything for friends even steal a bike, rub mud on the walls for someone called Mike but never really had friends 

Never knew what it was like.

Secondary years came along I would often feel sick every day was hell to get a lot of stick bullied for being quiet and often afraid, the cane and the children felt the bloody same. 

I remembered junior school with a fondness now, I learnt quite well though I did not know how.

secondary school interestingly fun for a lark, two years of hell from a boy called mark, at 13 years old after a fight it lit a fuse so to create a spark I would often bunk off and go to the park.

If your the kind of person that doesn't fit in, believe in me when I say it's not a sin

a burden you'll feel forever and a day

At least you'll have independent thoughts and be happy that way.

I'll not follow a crowd, not be one of the pack, I'll take a lot of hardship but eventually fight back, I'm caught in the web of deception, not afraid of hard work but then there's not a day goes by where responsibility will I shirk.

One hope that I wish to leave behind, is that I love my children, was considerate and kind, if you cannot be good then at least not be blind. 

The Tennessee Waltz

The guitar in her cupboard, a song in her head tells of a time and now it is dead

Shut away sadly fifteen years gone, all with the music of a Nashville song.

Someday She'll return to her Grand Ole Opry home, sing some old Country, a musical throng, for the near future she's all out of salts,

maybe soon Tomi Fujiyama will sing the Tennessee waltz 

Ai Wei Wei

Ai Wei Wei is a creative man

Artistically skilled without the blue

Sensitive, creative, imaginative, true

A mind observing the writing on the wall

A futuristic sight he is warning all

Inanimate objects shown without life

Electric empty, colourful spice

Trees of wood, perhaps a glint

the future of the world maybe a hint

He came here to show the Trees

he saw the passion,noticed the greed.

To show contempt would be out of place, 

he left old England with a smile on his face

JOHN 3:16

Do you need to be advised where you should go?

to free your live and be eternally whole

I've shown you already you must be blind

Observe it below and you might find.

The Sculptor

She was taken in by his deceivable charm

richly dressed ingratiating smarm

contaminated with a sourceful skill

honeyed voice, physique to kill

If the premonition were perceived at word

the corruptible girl should have heard 

Her body found in the woods of old

statuesquely silent, ungraciously cold

no noticeable bruises, no reason or rhyme

perfectly still as a moment in time 

white as a dove, artistically lay

Surrounded by flowers found wild in May 

Ostentatiously thwart, a clinical mind

bloodless statues of feminine devine

seven pretty women beguiled by a killer        perfected form from an artistic thriller

representational of a Renaissance art

ageless beauty that could never depart.

Deaths dealt quickly by a calculating hand

legacy of a father, a controlling man,

mother crudely hurt from a tortured beat 

 a man trodden woman that gave back heat.        

he was only a boy with too much to take

He wept every night the pain in his wake

an art gallery near, his only true friends,

were statues in the museums of Londons West End

A Friend ##

If you are all alone and feeling low,

no one cares or nobody knows,

Just call on me and I'll help if I can,

I've always been a sincere kind of man

 

you're hurt real bad don't know what to do 

  in a bad way and some kind of stew 

She broke your heart and left it in two

So call on me friend, I'll listen to you

feelings of love eat away at your heart 

no way for a man to make a new start

  you cannot end it all with a fight

So call on me we'll help it go right

Suicide thoughts may rush through your mind

There's no way out and no forward sight

look to the possible things you could be

just give it some time well then wait and you'll see

If your tempted to see her then give her a call

meet her just once and play it real cool

If she responds with an answer of 'don't give a heck!'

then leave the cafe and pay the damn cheque

There's plenty of goodness deep on your side

Just let it shine and don't let it hide

Try not to wear your heart on your sleeve

Look for strength that you need in me

I'll promise I'll be there to help you see

A friend is a friend for eternity.

 

Machines that go to war

A world market collapses 

Offices and factories shut their doors

Thousands lose jobs through redundancy clause

Although there's still enough money left for the machines that go to war.

World hunger escalates while adults play games taking gambles on the stock exchange 

Families struggle to survive

it leaves the population sore

But There's still enough money left for the machines that go to war.

Countries suffer,through after war neglect

civil unrest, killing in the streets

each faction greedier than the one before

How would you like this on your back door?

There is still enough money left for the machines that go to war

Greed of world power wanting sustainable oil

murdered Leaders for the excuse of atrocity

countries perished by the score

Grandparents, Fathers, Mothers and babies escaping homes destroyed for more

refused entry to stay alive the poor die poor

Still, there is enough money left for the machines that go to war.

England in an economical downturn , borrowing through the roof

Blame the jobless and the poor  

Cut the the funding for the NHS and benefits of the disabled In the name of austerity to stop the financial draw.

Spend billions of the countries wealth renewing the Trident missile and what for ?,

Is there a need to spend more money on the machines that go to war.