Crucifixion For Show

reflection squeaky clean, an image we must show

even though we're sinking into the mire, deep in a hole

generosity appears so appealing, yet the costs are rising high, up on the ceiling

political persuasion, pointing to depression, bashing middle classes without any feeling

everyone must pay for governmental decision, own political ends, with personal ambition

changing boundaries, creating a vote, believing any of them, will place you in the boat

the poorest of all suffer the most, being blamed for daring to take from the host

capitalism is ending it's days, coming to a finish, following socialistic views, crumbling to diminish 

excrement is excrement whichever colour they paint it, pretty on the surface, looking not within it

millionaires making money from corrupt decisions, bright blue sky idealism's, sparkling remissions

believers mostly take in all there is on offer, grabbing a bargain in the shop, a pound or a tenner

while the rule maker's change they're lives, extracting what is good,

muggers keep on mugging, boys from the hood.

unemployment rises high for another political game, creating a competitive fight, 

decreasing wage, Tory right, always the bloody same.

eradication of a welfare state leaving poverty in it's place, good looking ministers, smiles on their face

when all has been done and their's no more to say, people will follow people, come what may

ask more questions, seek more knowledge don't give in to them for a bowl of sweet porridge

living apathetically while governments change your lives, will leave you as a slave serving their wives.

future lives in Britain can only get more harsh, one know's we have no say, when they build an Olympic stadium on a marsh.

one small man is stronger with two, five thousand people can change a political view.

crucifying capitalism along with the wealthy, give your lives to being kind and supplement the many

Bethnal Green

Knock it down, Build it up
Pie and mash, Razor Cut
Eels and liquor, Salt beef stew
The real Eastenders
Beat the fuck out of you
Not the Eastend as it is now,But the Eastend as it was then
Boxing clubs all around, hard men in suits, hidden underground,
Foot Soldiers collecting dues, hard bastards, stirring up feuds,
Pawn shops there were a few along with a Population of wealthy Jews, Christian churches, Congregation of gangs, taking prayers then onto gang bangs
Pigs Heads and trotters, hanging in the butchers, Specialised tailors cleaning up sutures.
Racketeering, A percentage taken, leave them some to not leave them broken.
Pay your way or disappear, complete a column underneath Southend pier.
all said and done, there were those good, not involved but understood.
Living lives as good people do, working jobs in the East End Zoo.

Genealogical history

Roman or Greek
Muscleman or Meek
Christian,Muslim or sikh
Whatever flavour bubblegum you chew
naturally historical and true
the family you genealogically knew
Came from a descendant of Jew

SISTERS

Though your distance is far from me
I hear you hurting desperately
I feel your heart break at a quarter to eight
Mine does too but I'm asleep, tired from work and what I ate.
My eyes while shut, heard you sobbing, emptiness your going through
woeful feeling that comes from loss, numbness left since we haven't had you
gone are the day's of joyful play, family noise, from us girls and boys
I made a promise set to keep, that I would not forget them while you sleep
thinking of you everyday, a cherished compassion in your thoughtful way

never will I be without, the thought of you and what your about

a person in half though I be, thank god for my sisters that look out for me.

Think Again

Though a rich man I may be,
Within my life's a cavity,
A hole with which I'll never fill,
The speed of man without the wheel,
The family living over there, work so hard for an equal share,
Unemployed is what they are, without a television,phone or car,
His wife disabled that's no lie,
"Scrounge off the nation all the time"
My neighbours discreetly scowl and stare,"look at They're scruffy face and hair", "They have no money not even shoes", "why should we work to pay their dues",
I thought about this seriously and I can see how judgemental folks can be.
Although disabled that woman is, she washes by hand happily,
no debt or loan do they have by name. no secret fiddling, not on the game.
 If you say I work and pay tax for them, then take your time and think again. There's lots of people with so much cash, especially Cameron with his stash.
if you want to take your anger out, then take it on them with plenty, create a world that shares the wealth, helping those without good health.
Eight millionaires in the cabinet are not good leaders for us all, They don't care about you, they're never likely to share they're money pool.
A country that cuts from the weak, is the poorest country of them all, inhumane, unhappy, with a nasty streak. A man and woman, so desperate for suicide, from a government that's guilty of genocide.

CAPTIVATED

Living life as light as snow
Follow where the wind doth blow
Up high with tightened chest
Down low with bated breath
Senses heightened with the dream
Intricately sliced in a minute stream
Hallucinating pictures, colourful glare
Eyes translucent in a stare
Diamonds sparkle in the night
Ghostly Spiritual, images fight
Lucy swooning misty clouds
Dissipating thunderously loud
Harkening downward flight to hell
Crescendoing sound convincing sell
Tricked into a joyous haze
Believing magic, ending days

Euro

Europe is dead, don't tell a lie, it cannot be saved so why do you try
Greece is the start of the future ahead, Spain will soon follow whatever next
Market's are collapsing, leaders will fall, countries will tumble into the hole
The euro is spent, the dollar will follow, people will suffer, tummies left hollow
stop telling lies to families of men, capitalism's death will be death of us all
Earth in confusion, millions distraught, the filthy rich richer the children left naught
welcome the Deutsche Mark, Lira and Drachma, return to the fold of countries
much nearer.
change the name of money to love give people freedom get rid of that stuff

billions have power over singular health, take it away and spread the whole wealth.

THE LAST LAUGH

Emotionally disturbed from a trauma in life, expect to other people, seems rather trife
dedicated to uncertain future ahead, leading to what, has not come instead.
continue my friend, intricately send, a message to Rome or Venice
travel under the bridge of sighs, on a barge sending death to Clarice
the body of love entwined in a corpse with a demon that grasps at your soul
bereaved as loss of one so fraught, vine round a neck passionately sought
possession from hell taking evil desire to the lake of descent and burning in fire
hung from a gibbet, bodily bruised, went straight to heaven, the lords angels amused
people detest every fibre of breath that comes from your mouth and out of your chest
Satan has lost the right to the soul of a person who's life's captivated to hell.

traitorously tricked, forgiveness in sin, demon in hell, in spirit his win.

Bizarre

I woke up as if in a dream, your life was gone or so it seemed
I shook you firmly and called you loud, you did not stir, not a sound
The ambulance came and took you to hospital. Blue lights flashing, sirens and all. You lay there quiet, I whispered in your ear, you just lay there still, I held you near
so distraught emotionally collapsed
if death is for you my life would be trash
the doctors led me into the ward,
You were lying there silent, I rushed by your side. Then by some miracle you opened your eyes, I said to you through my tears, "where have you been"? You answered promptly without any knowledge "that was a good sleep, can you make some porridge"?

Rabbit Roadkill

Rabbit in the headlights, looking at me,
Rabbit in the road, that I couldn't see.
It was so dark, when you came from the trees, straight out, in front, too near to breathe
I tried to stop to some degree, all within the bounds of my own safety.

I have had enough of this stupid life
I wish I was in a field somewhere in fife
There is plenty of food up there to go round, not like this wood it's hardly to be found
Oh good there's a car coming this way, I'll run out of trees so come what may, right in front of it, coz I'm so depressed, said the little beige rabbit with white on his chest.

The two came together, sad story to know, rabbits have feelings and cars skid in snow. A C3 smashed hard into a tree, a man died and went to heaven, a rabbit chose to end it on a peaceful road in Devon.

Fortunately Persuasive

American friend, a letter I send, no reply, consider it a by
Jewish meeting, secretly seeking, the truth is there, out there somewhere
Italian singer, opera within her, bursting out in song, overpowering some, Romeo among
French foreign legion, joined by a nation, fighting as one, cut out a tongue
Swiss like to ski, living in peace, forever up high, never obese
Greeks are so rich, Europe's arse bitch, they like to screw, Holidays for you
Germans are swine's with power on mind's, controlling every person, slight smile as if chosen
Russia so poor, agriculturally sore, had it so rough, future is buff
Spanish omelette, potatoes in it, basques or catalan,  depends if they can.
English are kings, educated has beens, great in the past, never did last.
Norwegian are strong, viking's they are, long hair, big bra's, fine for them, if they weren't men.
it's an irrelevant insult from a biased view, thank heavens for god, who know's all about you
live another day, persuasion my way, choose to be nice, clean up your vice
my crazy frickin' mind, donating a dime, sometimes sublime, never on time.

Season

WITHER I WANDER,WITHER I DO,

FALLEN LEAVES, ARE WET WITH THE DEW,

AUTUMN DOES COME, CHANGING THE YEAR

FROM WHAT WAS ONCE COME, TO WHAT IS NOW HERE

RED, GREEN AND GOLD, THE YEAR HAS GROWN OLD

BEAUTIFUL COLOURS, BRIGHT AND SO BOLD

WITH IT A SADNESS, FOR WINTER IS DUE

TO TAKE AWAY SUN AND BRING IN THE COLD

HOW WILL YOU MISS HER BRINGING GOOD CHEER 

OUT IN THE SUN ENJOYING THE BEER

T-SHIRTS ONCE WORN, NOW PUT AWAY 

JUMPERS COME OUT, WIND IT DOES SWAY

WINTER IS CHILL, THERE'S SNOW ALL AROUND

COVERING THE TREES, GARDEN AND GROUND

BITTER AND COLD, YOU MUSTN'T DISMAY

FOR CHRISTMAS WILL COME AROUND ONCE AGAIN

SANTA IS COMING TO BEAR ALL THE GIFTS

A LITTLE BOY BORN, YOUR SPIRITS HE'LL LIFT

Chinese Army

Chinese army through the west, Chinese army, are the best


Marching through a land so dry, Marching on, through low and high


Continue into spring , Summer too, on they march, through and through


Chinese army won't be stopped, thousands march and thousands drop


On and on, feet are sore, tough and strong,  soldiers galore


Kill some Chinese, then kill some more, still they march on, more and more


Powerful pearl encrusted Armour, strong silver chain mail, finely polished dragon scale


Tips of helmet's encrusted with jewels, glowing bright, lighting hills


see them coming, run in fear, run to those loved one's you hold so dear


tell them quick of what's to come, a Chinese army with swords of blood


hope for rain from the hills, to drown the soldiers from the fields


be prepared for when they come the Chinese army are out for fun, sports of blood they shall play, against men who beg for souls and pray.

Chinese army passing through, leaving death in our view.

INNOCENT OF BLOODSHED

I'M NOT IN YOUR COUNTRY TO STEAL YOUR OIL

TO KILL YOUR LEADER AND ENCOURAGE A COUP

I'M NOT IN YOUR COUNTRY TO ESTABLISH BUSINESS 

TO TAKE CONTROL OR TO ASSIST YOU

WE'RE NOT HERE TO STOP THE THE BLOODSHED

TO HELP THE HARDSHIP, TO PAINT THE TOWN RED

I'M NOT AROUND TO CLEAN UP THE MESS

TO PROVIDE YOU A TEST TO BUILD A NEST EGG

ALTHOUGH IF IT SUITS YOU TO BE DEMOCRATIC

TALK TO ME IT WILL SEEM AUTOMATIC

WE WILL BUILD GOLDEN TOWN'S

PLACE OIL PIPES DOWN

AND ALL FOR A SMALL LOAN TO FEED YOUR OLD

YOU CAN PAY US BACK WITH YOUR LIQUID BLACK GOLD

WE PROVIDE FOOD AT A MODEST, CHEAP SELL

A LITTLE MORE OIL WILL DO JUST AS WELL

WHEN YOUR OIL IS GONE, OUR INVESTORS ARE RICH

WHAT THINGS HAVE GOT HARD? WELL AIN'T LIFE A BITCH

WE WILL SEND IN SOME CASH TO ENCOURAGE A COUP

MAYBE YOUR NEW LEADERS WILL LOOK AFTER YOU

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER, YOUR COUNTRIES RUN DRY

HERE IS SOME SEED, GROW WHEATGERM AND RYE

THE COUNTRIES LOST BALANCE, YOUR LEADERS DEAD

WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WITH A BULLET IN HIS HEAD

WE HELPED YOU AS MUCH AS WE CAN

WE NEVER KILLED HIM, WE HELPED EVERY MAN

WE PROVIDED GUNS AND BULLETS TO YOU

ESTABLISHED DEMOCRACY IN YOUR BACK YARD ZOO

ENOUGH HAS BEEN SAID, NOW BE ON YOUR WAY
OR WE WILL USE OUR SUPERPOWER TO DEMOLISH YOU
WHAT ABOUT THE HUNGRY AND DESTRUCTIVE CITY
MAYBE YOUR RELIGION WILL TAKE SOME PITY

Hear no, see no, speak no

Is there no sound if I cannot hear
No screams and cries hurting one"s ear. No crying baby wiping a tear
No woeful sorrow of guilty fear

Is there nothing visible if I cannot see
No smacking a toddler in front of me
No punching a football fan in Chelsea
No stabbing with a knife violently

Is there nothing to say if one doesn't speak
No violent words do you beseech
No rashful chat or gossiping
No grasping anger do they seek
No sound or any leak, If I cannot speak.

If I cannot do all three
Hear, Speak or see
Should it have a chance to bother me
Could I feel the the hurt within me
if i cannot hear, speak or see.

QUIET GIRL

BULLIED AT SCHOOL, NO WHERE TO TURN,

CLOUT ROUND THE HEAD, MADE YOUR EARS BURN

THE LOUDEST GET HEARD AND SEEN AS GOOD FUN

BUT IT ISN'T SO NICE WITH A PUNCH IN THE TUM

TEACHERS ARE SYMPATHETIC OF THE BAD YEAR

BUT THE LOUDEST GET HEARD WITH ALL THEIR GOOD CHEER

TRY TO KEEP STILL, QUIET AND MEEK

HIDE IN THE LOO'S, PLAY HIDE AND SEEK

BY THE FIFTH GRADE, HAD TOO MUCH OF THIS HELL

WAIT BY THE GATE FOR THE SCHOOL BELL

SOON IT WILL RING FOR THE LAST TIME

THE SOUND WILL BE THE SWEETEST EVER CHIME

WALK OUT OF THE SCHOOL AND NOT TURN AROUND

THE QUICKEST THEY'LL SEE YOUR FEET HIT THE GROUND

FREEDOM AT LAST, GO GET A JOB

BUT IT'S ALREADY GONE TO A BULLYING YOB

THE OAK

DOWN THE ROAD WHERE I WAS BORN THERE WAS AN OAK SO CLEAN AND TALL

THE WONDEROUS BRANCHES UP SO HIGH, ALMOST REACHED AND TOUCHED THE SKY

IT GREW AND GREW YEAR AFTER YEAR, ALL WENT PAST BUT NOT TOO NEAR.

THE PARK IT CHANGED THE HOUSES TOO THE TREE WENT ON, JUST GREW AND GREW,

PLANS FOR BUILDINGS ALL AROUND STILL IT STOOD THERE SO BIG AND GRAND.

THEN CAME THE WIND THAT CHANGED THE WORLD , IT BLASTED IN AND MADE A SWIRL

DESTROYING ALL WITHIN IT'S PATH, BUT THE GRAND OLD OAK HAD THE LAST LAUGH

THE ELM'S WERE GONE, THE ROSE BUSHES TOO, EVERYTHING DESTROYED EVEN THE ZOO AND THE GRAND OLD OAK YOU MAY ASK?

STOOD STRONGER STILL AND SURVIVED THE BLAST

I'VE MOVED AROUND AND GONE ASTRAY, FAMILIES PAST AND GONE AWAY

I AM WEAKENED BY THE STORM THAT BLEW IN, LED ME AND TOOK ME FAR FROM HOME
ONE DAY, YEARS FROM NOW WHEN MY LIFE IS AT AN END

BLOWN AWAY IN HISTORIES BLEND
I HOPE THAT OAK GOES ON AND ON GROWING STRONG UNTIL WINTERS GONE

Bright Yellow Car

What"s that bright yellow car doing out there?
That"s the garden dad you"re looking at grass.
No through the window just out there
It"s enclosed Dad surrounded by a wall 

there is no car it's far too tall.
Why are you saying that, I know what I see, 

look it"s there don't take me for a fool.
Oh yeh dad I can see it now in the garden in front of the shed now do you want Ham, Cheese and pickle with bread?
What am I doing here, staying with you?
You came over last week coz you had flu
I know where I am, but who the hell are you?
What are you saying Dad it's me your daughter Sam

 and that's Andrew.
Oh, I don"t know who you people are
Just please take me home in your bright yellow car.

MEET ME SOON

DO YOU WANT TO COME FISHING?

UNFORTUNATELY I CAN'T

I'M GOING TO LONDON TO VISIT MY AUNT.

HOW ABOUT MONDAY, WE COULD GO FOR A WALK?

I'M ACTING IN A SHOW ON BROADWAY, NEW YORK

NEXT WEEK IN MY LOCAL FOR A QUICK DRINK?

I'M SORRY, I'VE GOT A PLUMBER ROUND FITTING A SINK

JOIN ME IN FRANCE AT THE CANNES FESTIVAL

WE MIGHT HAVE A SWIM IN THE HOTEL POOL

OR PERHAPS WE CAN MEET SOMETIME IN JUNE?

I DO HOPE SO, I'LL CONTACT YOU SOON.

VENICE IN OCTOBER, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY BASH

I'M OVER IN SWITZERLAND SAVING MY CASH

PLEASE CAN YOU MEET ME?, SOME CHRISTMAS PIE?
THE PASTOR SAID AS HE WENT BY

I CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING BUT I WILL TRY

TO MEET IN DECEMBER AND LET BYGONE'S GO BY.

WHACK!!

PLEASE DO NOT HIT ME COS I DON'T LIKE PAIN
I KNOW I SCARE YOU BUT IT IS SUCH A SHAME
YOU HAVE TO USE VIOLENCE TO COVER YOUR FEAR
I COULD BE A FRIEND TO YOU, SOMEONE WHO'S DEAR
TO HIT AND BEAT ME WOULD LEAVE ME LAME
SQUASH ME FLAT AND DAMAGE MY BRAIN
BUT AS IT HAPPENS THE MAN LOST HIS GLANCE
THE NEWSPAPER MISSED AND RUINED HIS CHANCE
THE LITTLE PEST WAS GIVEN MUCH TIME TO HIS GAIN

AND THE SPIDER RAN OFF AND INTO THE DRAIN