radical man

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered "Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health and then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never lived."

Away # the Song.

When you went away, I wished that you would stay, that you would never go and I won't miss you so, 

why did you have to run and take away my sun, why did you go away, when you went away, when you went away, oh why could you not have stayed but you went away, yes you went away

I drew the curtains closed and shut out all the light, I climbed back into bed, I dreamt a dream of fright I'd not see you again you'd hate me till the end, insanely round the bend, a letter I would send, bring you back home again, make you mine again but you've gone away, yes you went away.

Yes you went away, I could not make you stay, you picked up all your things, the heartache it would bring, a bite as if a sting, no longer will I sing, now you've gone away, yes you've gone away, now you've gone away. You've gone away.

Desensitised

Young and immature, desperational need,  surrounded by people with a volatile greed

A starving emotion to be held, to be loved, feeding the loss of broken mistrust

Hurt beyond hurt, the threshold of pain, gone far to far to go back again

Alone in the playground, while all around have fun, shadows of life hid the warmth of the sun

Years of solitude, hurt rages til, way beyond tragedy to stand alone still

 No more yearnings love or desire, cuts like a knife burning like fire,

Incarcerated into this helI on the hill, free as a bird, still I wish I could feel.

National problems for blind apathy

Atrocity and hatred fills their desire

Selfish to the core the nationalistic mire

White aristocracy with superior skin

Blond hair traced back through most of they're kin

So short sighted a nation can blame the poor 

For most of the wealth going out of the door

Industry closed, mines shut down, interests so high, houses pulled down

Work shipped abroad until there's no money left

Drugs used freely by governmental pests

Immigration allowed blaming foreigners for the theft

While Tory backbenchers pilfer the rest

Have you ever wondered why everything's a mess

It's to keep a nation confused while the rich grab the nest.

Is this a country to trust those in care 

Make your own minds up or into space stare.

Paul Merry

It was many years ago on the way back to school
in your joyful inevitable youth, life to good to follow the rules
crashing through the obstacles in young teenage years
excitably jumping, running, smoking after a couple of beers
pleased with the news of Arsenals big win
you had the red and white scarf, you waved it out and in
almost at the building where you were forced to be good
sit on the chairs with your head in a book
however, had you have stopped to take one last look
crossing the road where there was nothing to see
a car appeared with some tremendous speed
It hit you so hard smashing your bones. breaking your teeth and cracking your skull
years of life destroyed, taken time to heal, repairing your bones and internal damage still
swelling of your brain took its toll, you recovered to a point yet never became whole
with such a hard life each and everyday,yet you were joyful in many ways
epileptic fits besieged you weariness aggrieved you, pain beseeched you
everyday began with a screaming aching head and exhausting you
happily you lived, your love for life was a gift, many matches you'd attend
right up until you could not take anymore and your life came to an end
one night that fit took you away, gone now for you could not stay

I'll see you again one day,

In my thoughts you'll stay

A thought worth a thought

In what way have you been insensitive about today?

Who have you hurt in an unforgivable way?

Could you have done something different

for others to have a nice word to say? 

Answer 'no'  and feel the guilt some day.

Bill O’Brien

Drown your sorrows, have a drink

Reddened nose, cheeks of pink

It 'twas'  a long time coming, a long time gone, twice the width and just as long

All the years with paranoid farce. You did not like children or would not be asked

Although you were thought of with warmth of heart, why not change your mind and break down the facade

A battle fought for everyday life

A drink or two to carry the strife

Merry with sherry, fun with scotch

mug in the bar up on the notch

drive to work sober, drive home drunk

Always the next morning

your spirit had sunk'.

riddled you brain, diseased your liver

Had a kind heart, enough for a giver

Died too young for my children to know

you could be a right so and so

Forgive you, there's none to give

You took on so much, took us to Loch Ness

remember you well, your intentions were good for an army Sargent  major in a guilt ridden mess

lorry mechanic in a Bethnal green firm

A prize winning fighter from the brownswood tavern,

liked very well by people who you knew, loved by us in our nice polished shoes.