Friday, 28 December 2012
Bindweed
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
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Just thoughts
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.
Monday, 19 November 2012
Strange Day
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.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
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.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
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
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
Saturday, 20 October 2012
See Ahead
to have a long think
It's a mess we are leaving
a stain in the sink
No more will cars
move up and down the street
war in Iraq left behind a nasty stink
Ghawar, Burgan, Cantarell a few fields that have reached their peak
Now on the search, more oil they seek
When they run dry
all the poor souls cry
Pessimism will rule, billions will die Countries must shout
it could be too late,
has the horse bolted
before they shut the gate
Superpowers fight to rule the Earth
war with each other for scrapings of black dirt
plastics, tyres, food to your door
Will no longer be available for the masses anymore
Greed for wealth to be the final say
bringing the world
to the end of its days
End of the World is Near!!
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