The Third World Country Called England

UKIP you've got it wrong

Are you Rascist or fascist strong

Make it clear what your about

Use clean politics and remove the doubt

A third world country is what we will be 

Come out of the European Market

Then you will see

A simple case of  democracy

Stupid and blind the voter can be

Blame immigration and foreign friends

Spread maliciousness

where does it end?

are you prepared for GM crop 

Scientifically, DNAtely twisted

Disaster waits with the ticking of a clock

think it through very carefully
an open trade with European policy
Friends with many countries; could we
learn from the past and right wing history
fascism comes at a deathly cost
a third world country is where we will be

Working longer hours for a meagre fee.

Looking beneath the gilded edge

The future of our people left in the hands of our race
Merely dictatory fascist media, spreading news of a white hope
Telling stories of another new pope, asking how are we gonna cope
Blaming the blacks, indians,polish, Jews for all of our bad news
The country in poor equity, unemployed are a drain on society
Disabilities are inabilities, say those with high deity
Saddened by the press allowed to confuse the mess
Governments are the culprits, selling off councils stock of houses
Treating the lower class with contempt, like diseased mouses
Shutting down industry, shipbuilders, mines, aerospace and cars
Where's all the money gone, in a rocket to mars ?
Upperclass trash that's what they are,
A damn fool nation that believe all they read, living on credit in order to feed
Concerned in a country living a fate, not asking questions, never irate
Keep blaming the meek but its the politicians they must seek
Corruption in every chamber, parliaments the danger
Making money the ultimate power, thieving within the law
After all what's all that power for
Tramping us down in another corrupt game
Believe what you believe, now that's the real shame.

Seasoned

'twas the season of gold where all men grow old and trees lose their leaves in a day
woods do sound weary with damp at their feet, creaking and groaning till may
The wild wind doth blow with a hail to and fro while the sun sets away in a glow
Thunder and lightening attacking and frightening the branches fall off in a sway
Hedgehogs bed down into a slumber with a collection of grubs by their side
All kinds of animals tucked in for the winter, away in the forests they hide
Winter comes along to close another year, tis sad for all when it ends
though we melt away all the bad times with a drink in a glass and a friend

Lame

Trophies, Medals, Winners enclosure
Gold Cup, Cheltenham, Aintree races of splendour

were the last things that entered my mind while I was making my way through this
delicious beefburger.

A heart that cares

I'm not Jesus Christ
no I cannot forgive sin
I can't do anything
about the state we are in
Neither can I feed the poor
Or stop the bloodshed from the war
I cannot answer all the prayers
The mess that you find yourself in when no one cares
Least of all, I cannot heal the sick
or stop you drowning very quick
I only have a heart that cares
eyes to see your heartfelt thoughts
Ears to listen and judge you not
a prayer to mention you to god
to do all the things that I cannot.

Fight People

fight for those who suffer
those torn apart by war
Worn down by the urge to survive
Struggling to keep out
the vicious wolves
Who keep knocking at the door

Saddened by the righteous
Right yet always wrong
It's not the strong that need your prayer
the weak cannot carry on
Had enough of living
Ready to give up on life
Nothing appears to go right for them
Not daughters, sons or wives.

The harder people work
the less they can afford
government keep on rising tax
blaming them for being poor
a drain on society
for not being dealt a hand
If not only the sorrow
Had lots of wealth
We all could feed the poor
If everyone reversed the trend
and give them what the bloody hell for!!

Paying now

Sheriff of Nottingham philosophy
Steal from the poor, give to the rich
Stop your whining you voted for them
Thought you'd be better off!!
Imagined yourself a Toff
Well your working class
There is no middle
Just those with money and those without
No point moaning, not even shout
Get it right next time, vote the right out

Spit Rain Spit

Another day of rain
Misery is here again
I prayed a prayer for it to go away
To come back another day
But it just won't quit
Fed up of being wet
I'm really mad at it
spit, rain, spit

A warm day of sunshine would be nice
a warm day of sunshine would be nice
Such a lovely thought
I had to say it twice
But it keeps on raining
It just won't quit
Just like my life
Spit, rain, spit

A year and a day
The rain has come each day
it's never gonna stop
I never feel on top
Plants have stopped growing
No sunshine
It,s not worth sowing
Lets be honest
We're in the #¥€$
Don't know what to do to get out of it
The only thing we see is
Spit, rain and spit

Conviction

'twas the shining of the night
that brought you howling with delight
The ghostly shadow of the moon
It lift you out the ground too soon
The webs of spiders that trapped the flies,
the grave diggers and the spies
I knew that things were wrong tonight
the night I saw a bat in flight

Compare the sheep with the wolf
The difference between us & the mighty dwarf
The ukulele and his kin
Piglet throat cut for his skin
A man trapped inside his mind
Servants quarters a treasured kind
The night I witnessed lovers blind

Take away my feverish danger
Freeze my heart within its chamber
Remove my spleen I've never seen
Write on my grave 'always too keen'
Yet leave behind me some of your will
Put it on the windowsill
Place it under the oak tree there
To grow and wither another year.

In the future when long once said
The Lord will raise us from the dead
Heavens descend upon our earth
From north to south around the girth
Evil sent away so far
Banished to a lake that melts as tar
Peace will reign on this land so green
Families together forever seen

The little Boy

Somewhere in Somerset where wild yellow and white flowers blossom in the tall grass, that is growing shoulder height to an eight year old boy with short brown hair running through the meadow by the side of his lifetime friend, a golden retriever with the most splendid shiny fur, both of them running at a pace as if in a long and arduous race.

 Stone lay everywhere in that meadow, good purpose stone for building walls surrounding the lovely picturesque farms of nearby hills, on they ran with the wind whispering around the boys ears, the long grass dampening all sounds of sheep baaing in the next meadow and the boys proud and beautiful mother calling him for tea, today was shepherds pie with a gorgeous onion gravy and creamy mashed potato with peas, ready and waiting on the strong pine country table within an artistic built Cotswold stone cottage.

The cottage Strongly raised with the rocks that lay scattered about the wonderfully pictured meadow, the rocks this well behaved loving boy had not noticed underfoot when he tripped and fell, rocks the handsome boy had hit his head on, rocks that caused him to lay still, blood pouring from the deep cut on his forehead, the golden retriever continued on running at first, unaware the boy had fallen, then in an instant as if feeling the presence of the boy no more, he span around, running to where the boy lay, he began licking the boy on his sweet sleeping, yet silent face. 

The boy did not move, the dog began for home, he ran and ran until he reached where the boys mother waited, the golden retriever barked and yelped continuously until the boys mother had realised something was wrong, the mother ran after the loving dog, anxiously concerned for her son, when she arrived at where he lay, the desperately forlorn mother waited with her little boy, she called the emergency services, they were on the way. On arrival in no time at all, airlifting the boy to a place where all help could be given if possible. If possible are the only words I now have.

From that moment, everyday the meadow lay quiet with a slight breeze blowing across the long grass with beautiful yellow and white flowers, they were holding a secret unknown to anyone except the brave golden retriever that frequented the meadow running around feeling the joy of living, everyday he play where the little boy lay, the meadow whispering 'please come another day'.

Eyes Fade

As I grow older feeling the pain
Changing life, looking back again
My glasses get stronger, my eyes get weaker
Foggier with each passing day
A little less courageous, a little more afraid
An unperfected book in a timeless way
Turning each day as if turning a page
My eyes fade with my life's age

Driving home in the hail and snow
It's misty too, then I groan!
'I can't see a thing, my wipers broke' ?
No it's just the eyes of a middle age bloke
Spectacles on now, it's not so bad
I can see clearly, yet now I'm sad
My eyes, like my life with a strong teenage phase
Is passing by and I'm at that age
My eyes are fading with my life's faze

When I'm really old and have lost my teeth
I'll look rather peculiar but feel like a thief
Living life on borrowed time
Probably won't have a pound, nickel or dime
You'll come home to find me in the dark
Take my hand to lead me through the park
No need for glasses when I'm blind
The television off, radio loud and unkind
I'll want it's pass, when I'm at them days
My eyes will be weak and my life will fade

Complicated

Our thoughts are not together when torn apart by work
Responsibility of earning puts our relationship in last
to show emotion openly is frowned upon by friends
With my mobile phone to you, a message I will send
my love for you is special, not for the world to see
A little kiss as you pass by, is more than enough for me
When we are together at the end of the day
We show our feelings openly, complete and un afraid
I will always love you deeply, whatever, come what may
That's why I stand alongside you "I Do" are the words I say.

Memories

When We were young, how we loved to climb trees
We would struggle up, right to the top
Higher and higher, scraping our knees
Until We reached the uppermost part
resting a branch under our thigh
Seeing across the land so high,
the broccoli woods reaching for the sky
The houses in the streets looked so small
How grand we felt, so proud, so tall
a happy feeling, joyously tranquil
Like Spurs beating Arsenal Five to nil
We'd cherish those days to return once more
the best in life from the top drawer
Warmer summers, sparkly springs
wonderful presents that Santa would bring
Mum and Dad with a precious kiss
Among the greatest memories
once cherished that I now miss

Just Living

It's not my life, I'm just living
Existing on this land of more and plenty
Refusing to fall or follow ways
of those with ill and gentry

Days pass without notice, people do too
Traffic flowing going who knows where
Concentrating on a meaningless cause
Staring from many windows at not much at all

A Sparrow of hope flies out of a tree
Little wings with a high pitched shrill
Raising my heart for a tiny glimmer
Then splats on the hair of a woeful sinner.
Sinking so low back to the beginning
It's not my life, I'm just living

Bindweed

Things pass by, there's nothing we can do
Those that make accusations
Based on feeling blue
Decisions bring the changes to ones circumstance
Unwanted torment on the way
each day is but a dance
sit by and watch, with insignificant stride
the Devil on your shoulder
God your wanton bride
Innocent yet bound with invisible binding chains,
hurting without reason
satan's inherited gain
hanging high for treason.
giving you all the pain.
Pray and hope the past will not haunt you
may you never go there again

Just thoughts

I pretend its a good world, with people who care
For the elderly,infirm, disabled and poor
Although in reality they're hard and selfish
Loving for money, they Don't care anymore

I went to a party to have a good time
Drunken and stupid, self loathing bastards
Alcoholic beverages poisoning minds
Unrighteousnessly wealthy covered in puke and grime
Thought I might chat to like minded folk
All that I found were shallow, high on coke

The rich with all the wealth, have enough to be charitably suited
Smart suits and polished shoes, going to homeless and sharing the booze
The worst thought that I ever had was to think that money was fair
A bodge up job for a villager, not spend their precious money, save a few bob
the wealthy can afford not to use a professional, everyone wants their money
Except the homeless and hungry, a home is too good for a tramp
He doesn't want it anyway, he's happy pissing it up the wall
Illusionary tactics shared by all, to free them from guilt so they may walk tall

If at any time you pass a man with an empty palm on an open hand
Consider the thought, he might not be abusing his right to survive
Genuine with mental torture could be his thing
An alcoholic problem might be his only sin
What god given right have we to judge him
A handful of cash might be his relief, for maybe one night of narcotic release
Maybe he needs a friendly face to help him along with friendship and faith.
Let down by the world, left alone, fed up of the so called human race.
Seeing it from a poor mans eyes, wealthy or not to put us in good stead for a heart of good lot.

Strange Day

Walking on a wall,feeling so tall
If the bricks were upright
One would be insignificant
Overshadowed, small

Passing through a cloud
Warmed through by the shroud
Bouncing on the softness
Vibrant colours flashing loud

How grey is today, bitter, miserable
Wrapped in clothes tight
a frightful sort of day
full of fear and might
Or is it just a chill one feels in the bones
Cannot wait to be home
In the warm tonight.

This day #

This day
The world would end
On this day
I found a friend
Lonely
as a man can be
On this day
I set you free

This day
Was the day it began
On this day
I became a man
This day
Was the start of it all
On this day
I was walking so tall

This day
The tragic end
On this day
I lost a friend
This day
I was left in awful pain
That day
You fell into the train
On that day
You fell into that train
Any day
Will never be the same
Again.

If I were to pass away #

If I were to pass away

What would I say on that day

A future I speak of no more

That would be such a lonely bore

I would only think of you

Tell god just what good it would do

If I were to be here with you

Once more and never be blue

For just one chance by your side

To ask you to be my bride

I don't need any help to decide

Another chance instead of to die

If I were to pass away

The world would end on that day

To no longer be with you

I don't know what else I would do

I couldn't be alive anymore

Life without you would be such a bore

If I were to pass away

The world would end on that day.

If I were to pass away

The world would end on that day.

Sense

Living the dream, yet unfit to fight
Scared of the night, fearful of fright
Stand on the edge, of the balcony height
At the most wondrous, yet beautiful sight
Tingling flesh from the very idea
Adrenalin rush the tensions so near
Arms stretched out wide
As a bird in a glide
Exciting and free from feeling empty
Forcing a push off into the air
Golden Eagle swishing, yet going nowhere
a soul flies off into the night
A powerful source, mightier than might