Lost now, your gone

The futures bleak, the outlooks grim
I search my heart, yet cannot sing. feelings left by grieving's hand
Concrete foundations turned to sand
Worst is the sorrow since we've grown
Loss and doubt, on one's own. remorse, no reason yet fully blown
sadness like none has known.
but away with it the tides of life
away and gone the hand does lead
in thoughts of selfish wanton greed
No more will I hold you, see you laugh and share our words of heartfelt love
In assurance a life of unbearable pain until we are there with you again

RELEASE

I BOUGHT SOME TIME IT DIDN'T COST MUCH

A HAND FULL OF MEDIOCRE AND THE TIME OFFERED CRUTCH

A MOMENT OF LISTENING, A WILL THAT IS FREE

A POINT OF VIEW I GIVE AND EYES THAT CAN SEE

DO NOT GIVE IN, TRY NOT TO DESPAIR, 

ALWAYS KNOW WITH GIVEN TIME  I'LL TRY TO BE THERE

FREEDOM IS A PROMISE,
ONE TRIES TO GIVE

YET THOUGH YOUR ENCASED WITH GHOSTLY CHAINS

INSIDE YOUR HEART YOU LIVE

LAZY?

I DON'T WANT TO GET UP TODAY, WHY SHOULD I ?
I THINK IM SUFFERING FROM A REALLY LAZY EYE
OR PERHAPS IT IS A START OF A FLU, A HEAVY HEAD I CANNOT MOVE
JETLAGGED FROM MY TRIP LAST MONTH, THAT CAMEL RIDE  GAVE ME THE HUMP.
THE DUVETS WARM, WORK SEEMS A DRUDGE
DON'T SCOWEL AT ME, I'LL BE THE JUDGE
I'VE GOT A LAZY BONE IN MY LEG
THERE'S NO REASON FOR YOU TO BEG
SO IT'S WITH A HARD HEART THAT I MUST SAY
I REALLY DON'T WANNA GET UP TODAY
SO PLEASE SHUT THE DOOR AND GO AWAY

Couple

Together forever growing in time, forever thoughtless in our state of mind,
Young and joyful, aged, endless youth
Twisting like curtains, changing the truth.
Binding together a beautiful breeze
Getting to saviour each others cheese.
I like stilton, you like Brie,
Cooked or on crackers with a cup of tea.
Free to go astray, yet choosing to stay,
Creating another wonderful day.
Ones life till weary, hold on for a while, then gradually fade away with a loving smile

stop

redundancies to save money, a very short sighted way of running a business
only if a business is likely to go bankrupt or profits are being eaten to the point of sinking, should redundancies be thought of.
hardworking staff are a value to any company and as such will turn companies losses in to gains
cut back for cut back sake is the beginning of streamlining a company from a large profitable company into a much smaller business that will strive to grow again into a company that it originally was.
There are other ways of a business saving money, such as cutting down on company meals/corporate Piss up's and perks for management and other such wasteful things, cutting a director/ etc's, wage by say, 10 percent of £120,000 is better than destroying a man's life and livelihood, a director/chairman can manage on a lower wage but for a working man to lose a job means that his family and children suffer
also cutting down on useless corporate training programmes that are of no use to company profits or staff
why is it that the worker is the person that always suffers, if a company doesn't want that worker then they shouldn't have employed them in the first instance if they could not see a long term growth. the answer to all is companies have to speculate to accumulate. stop cutting and invest in growth.

Minds eye of a dream

To dream in colour is a dream of truth
dreaming a twinkle for a unknown youth
premonition of a possible future
a film created by the producer
in black and white a nightmarish fright
deathly hallow, an unholy sight
monsters lurking, creeping prowl
a quiet hooting of a tawny owl
often awakened feeling loss
weeping in ones sleep to a realistic host
mental state of a perfect mind, working it out, trouble behind

CLEVER POLITICS

FREEDOM IS EVERY PERSONS DEMOCRATIC RIGHT

IF ONE CAN AFFORD TO GO ANYWHERE 

Little Sammy

Little sammy has gone to sleep
He died from a illness that caught him deep.
It is so sad he was a wonderful chap
I loved hugging him on my lap
That's where he was when he passed away, I cannot keep my sadness at bay
Two years old, so young to go, now he's gone, my life has a hole
He went from strength to weakness so quick, those days were short when he was sick.
After he passed I wasn't sure what to do, bury or cremate him didn't seem right, so I gave him to the bin men they threw him in the back.
Their truck seemed so apt, a perfect place for my little pet rat.

Good Intentions

I write for justice, for a point of view.
I don't care if all get it or just a few
I write to clear my mind to get my feelings known, if one or two understand my thoughts then please tell them to the blind.

I'm not here forever, just a short while
The same as every living life
Husband, Son, Daughter or Wife.
Be kind and care for one and other.
make apologies for misgivings
Give long and happy times together and celebrate the living.

Revolutionary Revelation

Blood flowing steadily progressively on,
through the stream, into the river, the sea and beyond
Man, adulterous fiend, grinning with deceit, nails through his hands, crown on his head
blood at your feet.
A darkening of day turning into night
storms gathering thunderously, stupendous fright.
Bow down in sorrow, cap on your head, pray for forgiveness from now until dead.
Cast into heaven or maybe to hell
Be honest in dealings and fair in ones sell.
When all is done, judgment come thy way, persecuted, hidden, as a needle in hay.
souls will be found from Easter onto may.

LOOKING UP FROM BELOW

I WANT TO BE APATHETIC
BUT I JUST DON'T CARE
I WOULD HAVE A POLITICAL VIEW
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I COULD GET A JOB
IF I WASN'T A SLOB
I'VE MADE UP MY MIND
TO SIT ON THE FENCE
I WANT AN OLD CAR
WITHOUT ANY DENTS
I WENT INTO THE LADIES
INSTEAD OF THE GENTS

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"?