Just thoughts

I pretend its a good world, with people who care
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.

Strange Day

Walking on a wall,feeling so tall
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.

This day #

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.

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

Living the dream, yet unfit to fight
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

See Ahead

Have you ever sat down
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

Looking out of the window

He sits quietly looking through the window, knowing everything that's going on, not being able to talk or sing a song
He cannot move a muscle or even twitch, cannot move his hands to scratch an itch
He just sits in his chair with a melancholy stare relying on someone to clean him bare
feeling humiliation from insensitivity, roughly handled while carer's watch TV.
Crying without tears carrying the same fears
it's been the same for almost twenty years.
Genius mind counting, like quoting a hymn
Complicated sums, logarithms
Cleverest person in the neighbourhood
Most intelligent man not understood
Wheelchair bound, he will never again move
at least he enjoyed some of his youth
Until he had that frightful fall
Without that slip he might have been tall
Spiritually trapped within his skin
Virtually real to his nearby kin
Every sense has been lost
except the five senses a gift to most
Adam waits silently still
Travels to the sun and back without mobile skill.