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.

Wealth

Is happiness an illusion brought on by drugs and alcohol?

Is freedom an illusion only known by the richest people in this world?

Are we all controlled by laws,police and taxes?

We need money to live, we need money for food, we need money for a house

In short. We need money. 

We are controlled by the amount of time we have. Forty to sixty hours in a working week wherever that may be; makes sure of that and the residue of our hard work is money.

Yes money, we can buy all the things we want and have all the freedom we need with money, first we have to pay tax, pay the Mortgage, electric, gas, water, phone and for the menial piece of leisure we have, Satellite television. 

For sure the government know how to control 90% of the nation with just these few things, most people are too exhausted to notice or care what the supposed people in charge are up to.

Corruption holds no bounds when you have the power but of course it goes unnoticed by the population.

It's easy to sit in your armchairs and watch the news. Blame the poor for spending your hard earned taxes, blame immigrants for wanting to stay alive and have the same freedom and money that most people have not really got. 

Millions of us believe in our own so called power and wealth, in truth most people's worlds can crumble overnight leaving them in extreme and catastrophic debt. they (the government )seem so smug cutting the benefits of disabled people all in the name of austerity, yet they spend billions of pounds setting the system up to save the money they are spending. 

So to bring us back are we really happy?

 Real happiness is being with the people we love, lovers, wives, husbands, children and grandchildren.

So we could be.

Are we free?

We are free in our minds, we are free in our thoughts, we are free to make change if we have the courage and strength to do so in our own private worlds. I have met many people in my  unimportant life from all genders, races and so called classes, only the very richest (which is less than 1%)  have happiness and freedom the rest of us live under an illusion built up by how wealthy they have become by how much debt they can afford.

Rich people commit suicide and destroy their lives too, why is that? 

The proof that money cannot bring happiness but the illusion of it can is the justification by which the right wing gains power.  

The people I've met, (I can include myself in this at one or two times in my life) that seem truly happy are those people that have nothing and have accepted it, they only have the clothes they are standing in and accept people for whoever or whatever they are. They have nothing but a loving family and no one person could take that away of course those with a nice car, nice house and designer clothes would judge those people as peasants completely forgetting that it is only by the grace of God that they have a decent job and enough debt to wear designer clothes in the first place. There are those people that are clever, they went to university, became professionals and live a very simple life's  saving for whatever they would like to have, however you will find that even those people have a mortgage up to the hilt and a car loan sometimes.

We have happiness and freedom in our faith whatever that faith may be a spiritual being that forgives us for our sins, most normal sins are of course forgiven by a loving God like Jesus or whatever God that you may believe in. Although most normal sins are brought about by frustration from being in debt or trying to stay sane by not falling apart as a person or going to pieces. God forgives. 

If there is anything I'm trying to say here it is- whatever goes around comes around so be good, kind and care for people if you ever want to get close to being free and happy. Only one man that ever lived knew the meaning of real happiness and freedom and his name was Jesus Christ.

He was condemned and executed for bringing the good news and outing the truth.

If there is a good politician it is one that has not let wealth corrupt him. 

Has not agreed to passing laws that knowingly let others suffer.

Has not been selfish when in a position of power to pass such things as austerity.

I believe that as a nation we have to invest to boost the economy not cut, even the poorest people spend money, business turns a full cycle when there is spending, creates jobs and give wages that creates more money.

Eye of the needle

People that suffer through no fault of their own, disabled through illness or some tragedy struck.

People not wealthy, refuse to be slaves to rich men or snobs, gentlemen or knaves

People that suffered in the countries we destroyed, their wish is to not die so they climb under a plane and pray to survive.

People judged by the propagandist news

Evil hearts through a nation that once fought fascist blues. 

I cannot bear the way people are cold, heartless and selfish for one ounce of gold

Greediness is ugliness cannot have what's mine, that's why you sit back to watch children die.

If you have a heart feel my plea

Judgment is sooner than you know

Just wait and see.

Change needs to come ballot your say

Do your thinking the righteous way

Keep on going, keep it in sight,

 always remember to Fight the good fight.

The Worm

I bit an apple and it bit me back

there was a little worm inside

his name was Jack

"Oih! Watch it" he proclaimed

"You almost bit me in half"

"I don't think it's funny"

"there's no need to laugh"

I did not hear it's mouth from the middle

It seemed to be stuck, in a bit of a pickle

I looked at the apple and saw the worm wriggle

it appeared rather funny so I began to giggle

I opened the bin and I threw it in

I swear I could hear the little thing sing.

Mary

He was the bringer of her light

the only thing in her live that was right, 

when she had given up on her daily fight

a time when she survived each drunken night going home forever alone 

Mary sat still by her silent phone.

She was overjoyed, completely in love

God had given her a good man to love

Planning a wedding did not take long

Married at Fifty Seven to a cherished song

The wedded bliss a joyous throng

happiness like this did not belong

Mary had not known a life such as this

they started the day with a gentle kiss

John took the Jag for its yearly check

It passed without fault and was on its last trek, the brakes failed at fifty the car was a wreck, Johns car was crushed and now he is dead.

They telephoned Mary who was expecting Johns call instead there was a policeman who introduced himself as Paul 

He broke the news that Mary  would not hear 

What she heard cut her deep as she crumbled round into an  emotional sphere

gone was her moment, her love, her world, gone were the dreams of a little girl. 

Mary died the day he was killed.

A walk in the Woods

It was a fleeting moment when I first saw you, confident in life though I thought I knew

Memories made with a fleeting wind 

time retracts the years do rescind 

fortune bursts open a freedom begins

A walk in the woods taught me how

to relax, to be calm when I am at a crossroad with a choice somewhat shallow, enjoy the peace and quiet of the rain drenched meadow 

darkened ghosts trail the way of my will, holding me back to pass my shadow still  

talons tear at my shoulder with the light of the moonlit shrill

An eruption has begun run and hide from the ashes or stay behind to suffer the lashes, burnt from an ambush of moltened rock fire, lay down a life for a wanton desire

forgive my confusion, where from I came? 

It is not  important to the wicked seed It's always the bloody same

for the Devils need to feed on a tattered remain, the Devils need to feed is what keeps them all sane.

The Barn

Playing in the barn having fun with straw

Open the old chest look in the drawer

What an amazing treasure for a seven year old to find, to leave it unlocked was ever so kind.

Found some wool lift it out, look underneath an excitable fright

Incredible, fantastic, shining like new a handle a trigger, some bullets too, open the barrel and take a look in, better than reading or having to sing.

Play cops and robbers put on a mask

Dress as a cowboy run away fast

Better hide it, his secret to find

If mum found out she wouldn't be kind

In the chest for next day's joy bring some friends and next doors little boy.

Sunday morning the sun shining warm

Out to play early with Jimmy and Shaun

Into the barn show them the treasure

Shaun wants a go to take up the measure, "it's rather heavy" Shaun says with an aim, the first little boy did not speak again

A chancing exchange

Never had I witnessed such pure beauty looking across the room at you I saw.

A spiritual awareness of love my heart it doth flutter lightly, a choir of people in a large hall disintegrate into insignificance, 

the wall shrank to become a narrow corridor of you and I breaching the exceptional audible volume of loud chattering and music, we became lovers in an instant, I could feel you breathe touching you as if by magic, 

blissfully unaware of any sound or movement left in our spaced time capsule, feeling faint as you return a smile with eyes of green, a passionate affair directly to me, then suddenly at an abrupt end as a friend asks in a loud tone over the music

"Oih there's plenty of birds here, 

dyou want a pint or what?"

RETURNETH HE

Hello my friend where have you gone?

Put scripture down without a song

Can't tell you where I'll come along

You sing the words to fear alone

Am lifting you up upon the throne

So hey why did you turn your back

A voice in mind a heart attack

You left me here with vicious claws

A wooden cart along a dirt track

The hill steeped in blood like river flows

Towards the Nile with bandaged toes

I climb on high where else I'll go

Your fortune smiles a stone you throw

Death destruction marks your way

Darkness follow on this day

Forgiveness may your will he be

Dispatch the green from Tuscany 

Two thousand years may be he reign

No soul be sent or will he save

 a blinding flash will come again

Spirits home release the slave

Fortune fears the weak or brave

Evil through relativity

Poison through the veins of the weak

Retaliation in the souls of the meek

Laugh as you hurt friends for strength

Cut the throat of those that you seek

To me you always seemed a freak

Never forget to stop and look

See the destruction left in your desire

People dead and your house on fire

Plant that image in your brain

Life will never be the same again

Protective custody until the trial

What you've done is seen as vile

People shouting in the streets

Kill him quick and make it neat

A guilty call heard far and wide

Even from your long lost bride

Your death decided on death row

Pay for what you reap and sow

Not long now to the fateful day

Strap you to the chair and take you away

Once forgotten twice the sin

pay for the history of your kin

Modern poetry in Pilgrims Progress

Whatever path you choose to take 

May it be a righteous wake

For danger lurks each and everyday

be sure to use the careful way

tread the road short and smooth

Downhill the way to the lost souls groove

Into the pit once flames are gray

Death awaits oh come now pray.

listen to the fallen angels say.

"Follow now, along this way"

Loose gowned women call share my bed

chastise men, desecrate their head. 

the old man wants to play cards 

A fiver a game to gamble away

some drugs will take you into the nest 

of a demons den with the Devils crest

Seventy five years of a tainted life

Relationship problems for a cash strapped wife, don't give up yet

be it your choosing

suicide is an eternal losing.

Pain in a body, scrambled mind

eyes so poor, irrepareably blind

How can there be a god 

when you suffer so? 

what people say 

when they just don't know

the beauty of it all is far and long

Keep going my friend 

Over the hills Far away

Suffer to the end and always be strong.

eternity waits with a beautiful song.

Death of a Butterfly

It was a fear that held you so near

so petrified to not be with you 

an aching heart that needed your love so

You were a butterfly trapped whole. between the pages of a pressed book

dying quickly with no glancing look

Soft to the touch a delicate silkiness of your skin, beautiful by chance a pride of your kin, our eyes met a hypnotic trance caught in a whirlwind trapped in a dance.

breathing at last a heart beating fast. energy drained, shattered like glass.

Precious memories to last forever 

of moments passing in the wind

recurring thoughts fleeting through history 

at once became a bitter end

long lost love with no message to say

despise the fool who's  not even a friend.

The Grey man

A grey man in a grey suit crossing London Bridge. 

A grey man in a grey suit a national pride

Umbrella that's black by his left side

A document on the right a secret to hide

wrapped up by a rubber band that's on his right hand

A termination of the poor an army to disband

Taxing the middle class servants to the cause

believing the lies of a co-existence 

Into the river no documents to send

corruption has drowned no laws to amend

A grey man in a grey suit crossing London Bridge hit by a bus now at an end.

Sentimental Me #

Sentimental me crazy lazily

Sad and beyond help

Sentimental me

switch out the light once more

and close the bedroom door 

I haven't the strength to be

Sentimental me. 

Why are you hanging arou~~ound

Why can't you~ou see

I'm finished with all the rubbish

Don't be~ee there for me.

Baby don't you see

We just weren't meant to be

No use hanging on for

Sentimental me.

Sentimental me, crazy, lazily

Sad and beyond help

Sentimental me. 

Fortune fears the brave

I cannot be saved

Gone are days so free

For sentimental me

Go out and find another

Then you will be free

Cannot stop around for 

a crazy man like me-e.

shouldn't wait around 

for sentimental me.

Sorry!

Persuaded to perceive what I have not achieved, life full of ambition a dream leading to inadequacy, nothing to show for a life's long legacy. Hurt and ashamed  of a sinful youth, fading to nothing, long in the tooth. A blank space, a darkened room. A rope or a chain tied from the roof

Quick and easy just a kick of a chair.

Over it goes, I am no longer there. 

Feel it tighten around my neck

The last thoughts on my mind

Oh bloody hell, Heck!!.

One Day Alive

As children we never considered, never thought of anything, we took for granted, without a care but we knew you were there waiting' for us five when you were alive.

At the end of the telephone, at home, nothing mattered, we were without a worry because we knew you were there to take our fear' from us five when you were alive.

Everyday washing and ironing our clothes but you still had time' for us five when you were alive. 

Struggling and going without to provide everything but you still had more to give' to us five when you were alive.

The strength you had through everyday although we broke your heart, each of us in our own way but you still had love' for us five when you were alive.

The care given and pain taken, one encapsulated, one in love, our broken hearts, your heart broke' for us five when you were alive.

We thought you would be here forever, life was eternal when we were young 

We would move heaven to earth for one more day with you but we have to accept it, your gone and we will miss you until our end' all of us five while we are still alive.

                  XXMUMXX

                         X

The song I sing

I listened to a song that spoke to me of life

I listened to the words again so I could hear them twice

It spoke to me of feelings, to where I once belonged

The words I heard were so surreal that's why I sing this song

I'll sing it till its way past time, it has a pleasant tune, I hope you'll sing along with me all until it's half past noon

Through golden hills and meadows 

Souls are bound and gagged

The whistling of the branches 

Screams of ghosts and hags

Sending in the horrors of wolves that howl from hell the devil rides upon the waves of souls cast down to dwell

listen to my song it may not have a face

Be happy when you sing of life and not one of disgrace

Be clear what you believe in or what tempts you from the truth, don't take the things they have you take or may destroy your youth.

If I had another chance I'd do it all again

Excluding out some bad results from dabbling in the rain.

So live a happy carefree life, be good for on and on, your days will be kind for you for evermore and on. 

Off I go to write a verse for next years melody, a song that speaks of my sweet life and one that's meant to be. I hope you live your own lives with nurtured sweetened throng to write the words and music to sing your own great song.

American Sniper

A Pacifist I am, could not hurt a fly 

I abhor violence as an emotion I cry

though as a rule in general adhere to the light, keep the faith of Jesus as every fight of right, there was a man I believe that it's true 

Chris Kyle a man of faith too

He kept his eye on the target through short range and long, very narrow minded and held his breath so strong

Each shot he had taken took a persons life, thinking all the time of his children and his wife, saving fellow countrymen from a incendiary, grenade or bullet 

Americans should be proud for every man serving in it.

Sadly he died doing what he loved

Helping wounded soldiers recover from the horror of war, leaving them with nightmares from the things that they saw.

A sadness I disagree with fighting wars for political gain, yet without the strength of Chris Kyle some lives would not have been the same.

Instead of sending men to war give peace a chance, have another dance

God bless America, England and France. 

Walks with me

The depth of it I don't understand

Controlling every thought within my brain

Paranoia from a sense of doom

Sometimes high, most of the time low

Never mind if it's all the same

I'll go back and start again

I see the corruption in every twist

A negative thought and a haloed kiss

The feeling good, over to soon

The sun has gone it's dark, sad

all that's left is the shadow of the moon

I walk alone along my path

I often cry and seldom laugh

am I the only one left to feel this way

No one listens long enough to hear my say, no one cares enough to feel

Follows my solitude with a Devils kill

Into the mortuary I will go one day

A dark little chapel, a final say

It would not be if it were up to me

My final heart would be beneath a tree

With birds wooing and calling their loves

A musical chorus from above

Peace from this depression

No more will I see the evil in life

The hatred from brothers in arms

Right wing atrocity, a race of 

velocity to gain the power of murderous fate, big tall fence, a hardened Gate, 

Scrape bloody fingers on the wall

I'll never be  part of it at all. 

Hallelujah, res ipsa loquitur, respice finem,

things speak for themselves, look back at the end, forget all the past hatred will not mend, darkened spirits descend to hell

resurgam in aeternum forever my friend.

Gloucestershire heaven

It encapsulates you, draws your breath and becomes part of your soul

Such beauty a luscious green, rolling hills continuously ecclesiastically pastoral 

Such beauty as never before seen

meticulously flowing as part of a wondrous landscape then underneath lies a soddy mire

Indiscriminately laid bare as if a feast before our very eyes desperately feeding a calm desire

River runs clear through the forest track

Inspirational rush on a dead mans back

trodden over for a thousand years 

gone so long are the pain and the tears

The cinders path you used to tread

now laid out from the bones of the dead 

Grand old mansion so proudly built 

From the stones around set laid back

All succumb to this beautiful place

This fabulous, wonderful land of grace.