Damn Garden

Autumn is here,

once again my garden is covered in leaves, you see it's surrounded by trees,

every November I pick them up,

every November I pick them up, 

every November I pick them up,

I could have been a singer, a roofer, I could have been the man fixing your computer, but that damn garden is covered in leaves, so I better pick them up, while I'm down on my luck.

Ghosts in the past

Curb your enthusiasm 

how dull is a wrench

silver sparkle within the black

relieve the pressure off his back

rusty cart requires oil, a ponies last trek

closed yet spirits remain on the track

Curb your enthusiasm

how dark a town be

kept alive with death, no returning muscle

white skin, a shower put in 

vegetable soup, you're off the grisle

a monument built of steel to last 

the ghosts are far off in the past

Curb your enthusiasm 

Robin of sherwood, oh Nottingham sigh

it was inevitable!, treacherous scum cry

the day must end, so doth the year

so scatter wide, thy noise round fire 

open a tin, settle in and have a beer

the rich have Christmas

our spirit died here.

Loved but Hated

I wish no harm, an unbearable pain 

tearing at my sanity, emotionally inept

overwrought with compassion

holding normality together 

tragically silent in suffering

while the world suffers hate

weeping without showing

shut the fucking gate

Please shut the fucking gate

Plea's screaming unheard

my heart suffers deep

I cannot change the circumstance 

in which action that I weep

the mind overuneth,

the cup hath no chance

torture oneself cruely 

then have another dance 

do not be seen

have another dance

Continue without showing

I cannot bare life anymore

continue but not giving

a hint of what's in store

a paradoxical torture 

ironical so it seems

honest in a weakness 

hate me for loves sake

not meant to be a bore

so shut the fucking door

Please shut the fucking door

I hear the Woodpecker

Hear the sound of a baby crying

the baaing of a sheep

a gentle sound of wheezing while

you lay asleep

A rustle in the treetops

thundering of the rain

whistle in the chillin' wind

tears through a sorrowed brain

Darkness is a torture

as if we are but blind

exhilarating journey 

of a hazardous kind

The hooting of an owl tells the

screeching of a bat 

"hear that captured rabbit scream,

he's caught in a foxes trap"

wonderous sounds of life

delightful adrenalin fright

fills the world with peaceful joy

through shattered sleep at night

tired in the evening

exhausted in the day

depression grips the dead inside,

he has a peculiar way. 

Love is peace

individual terrorists kill

pathologically, abnormal 

aim at will

theologically twisted 

pour tuer l'innocence

evil bastards do not feel

peace loving Muslims, Christians too

should stand together to deny you

group of devilry have no place 

upon this earth for the human race

les emmener a' l'enfer

evil disgrace

lavage de cerveau par le mal

save the world with love

use it as a power

from the Lord above

they shall not win 

with a Kalashnikov 

Man

Virtual command incorporates artificial intelligence, play a game, score a win,

artistic imaginations locked in, 

then begin.

Organic computers reading books, correct Childrens future spelling, mathematical logarithms, "you should know this your five years old!" 

round fat futuristic race, humanity lazy, keep up with the pace, "please lift your feet" the robot will ask with a smile on its face, networked killing machines linked to control the human waste. 

Control biorythms, great machines, mental reasoning to program likewise hand it over to trilobites of microbiological technicality, write the program for eventuality, leave it to them, then 

forget the ability. 

technologicaly advances beyond the plan

Authorise computers to reason with man

Hand them birthright, Citizenship main

give permission to control the game

humanity over joyous, pursue to be gods

hypocritically arrogant, 

self righteous sods

"bright endeavour from where did you come?", "I came from the place, a birthright of son, they seek perfection

but none they will find, the human race 

is far too unkind". "oh bright endeavour what shall we do?", "let the light have its pleasure to see the work through","microwave the planet be rid of its host, peace reign on Earth",

"when man is a ghost".

Wear a poppy?

Though I forget not, the least I can give

succumbed to the moment of loved ones distress, I weep with heart fullness address.

Every son blindly into war, courageous at a score, death doth not become a pure boys heart, he never so young was meant to depart.

Adorn a poppy not for the pleasure of conflict, nor for the conflict of pleasure, nor for the worth of having a measure. Adorn a poppy if one must for the innocence of a youthful gust.

If one must die, a necessary cause or just, not a decision of a greedy must

fight against repression of soulful will

Not the chance of a financial kill

we have enough ornaments,

on a window sill.

This day gives for a child who blindly gave his life, for the husband of a grieving wife, for the soldier who lived and died by the knife, one cannot repair a heart with mournful blight.