Tinsel

The unclean are omitted, 

a different view cast aside, 

there is no place in England 

if you are from the other side

judgemental press, hide behind a lie

fabulorised stories, tut tuts and sighs

they say "how dare you be disabled, unemployed or high when a decent working man cannot afford to fly".

Look to your store with a shiny clean floor welcoming people in, filthy at the core

structured music, displays colour bright,

see beneath the counter,

something is not right.

At the back, in the yard,

the staff are fit to drop,

for twelve hours standing 

in this low paid shop

dog ends still smouldering,

behind the building litter,

while the person in the uniform 

cannot afford a babysitter.

Caught by the clock for a long time 

Invisible chains that once were not mine

start at eight, finish at nine, 

whatever happened to all that time

the futures good, the futures bright 

make sure to wear clothes that fit just right. undercurrent, pinned by stress

why don't you wear

that long white dress?

Go to the funeral of my best friend, Strange,

coz I thought he was on the mend,

everyone said 'he is sick in the head'

now they are all being kind, 

now he is dead. 

hypocritical bastards it's time to leave

walk out alone, a chance to grieve

everything is nothing, nothing is space

I don't really belong in this awful place

Is everything I know in life not credible?

Is it all animal, mineral or vegetable?

shallow lies the fallen kind

Incredibly stupid, completely blind

frightened of being left behind

From the ground up

I plastered a hole, more appeared 

no matter how smooth or sheer another hole appears, cracks all around plaster on the ground

The neighbourhood shook, walls fell down yet houses stayed up.

Empty shells with souls corrupt.

smiles upon faces outward grins tasteless in their hearts 

evil in their thoughts, 

contemplated graces

poor souls are in slavery yet the chains are bound and kept, twisting in all directions, pay the largest threat

A stench is in the air, protruding from the ground, cleaners sweep the streets 

scrub the pavements down

wash all the curtains, paint all the cracks, triple glass in plastic Windows the stench is still around 

Have a shave

It takes all sorts to make this world

So pleased That I'm not one of them.

Crowns to gowns, down low to downs

Moorish and boorish unforgettably poorish but who gives a fuck when he's covered in muck, the class of man the same when he's run out of luck, or is it?

give up freedom, pay your tax,

eat rich food, cholesterol is fat

like mmmmmcds, kfc's

Cream jam scones and cups of teas

Over many years

I am alone, tonight I died

no one cared

Mind in the agony of solitude

paranoia schizophrenia 

No, agony of a distant hurt

Not so, in the past, maybe not

I could see clearly once

Now I see nothing!, death and nothing

my doom is beyond any resolution 

a dark fog, a lull mist 

So frightened,I cannot see beyond

Hear a distant song, reminder of when

Reminder of then

I died tonight, no one came

No one cared, not one

Mirrored Germ

If a person speaks continually evil of another without cause, they are airing the bitterness of their own desire.

such desire is like a disease

Treat this disease as you would any other, 

wear a mask then put it in solitary confinement until such a time it cannot be caught by anyone else

and eventually dies.

Oyster

I opened my heart for all to be seen

an overwrought shadow of a former once me

beaten, bruised with a spirit so low

hanging as the leaves of a weeping willow

What wrong,I had shown, was cut ever more

For showing the hurt  

kept in most others, special draw.

"your pathetic", "so bloody weak"

cruel to the worst 

Nor can I bury the love that I  seek

worthless fool for caring too much

a love in a tangle of passion and lust

death of the purest sweetened divine

beauty so special once, is not  mine

oh wicked, cruel fate of worldly unjust

release  my trapped soul, cast my body as dust

forgive me for being pitiful, if you can

 a pathetic, broken excuse of a man

 

 

 

Your myself

Discover ones inner beauty but first

Look at and Accept ones ugliness, 

by accepting our frailties first only then can we perceive an insight to our own self but also we can accept the ugliness on the outside of others to see their inner beauty.

shallow people have no depth, look then look away, however concrete crumbles after a very long time, be patient. 

Some people are blinded by baggage, it has altered their view they will not change no matter what you do, although be kind to them before they do the same to you.

and at the end of this lecture you may think 'what the hell?' And I say

"EXACTLY"

'Believe in Jesus,follow his example'