The smoke
that comes
from your car
could that not be classed
as passive smoking
or the chemicals
you spread around
your house
could that not effect
your children’s breathing
or the chemicals in your fridge
that you feed
to your kids
could that not effect
their thinking
so could you please explain
why you complain
about something
that has no meaning

It is When writes Anything
Be it For a living
For pleasure Or Therapy
One does Not Necessarily Believe
What one has Written
But For Those Who's Sanity
Rests with the Pen
One Must

It is only the basics
that are required
to understand
the whys

Strange world
Where people believe
That Original Sin
Is Not
Wilful Ignorance

When those
Who play
With the pattern
Of Life
It is Only
The honest
And the poor
That Pay
The Price

Do your dreams
keep running
is your reality
just slumming
in the valley of illusions
are you aware

When someone
you think you care for
becomes scabby
don't wait
for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want

Are you looking
for something
in someone
but only feeling the need
are you are somewhere
near the border
where there are signs
that you should read

It is when
one starts to slide
does one start
to change
where ones lack of empathy
begins to feed
on the feelings
that should be making
one weep

It is when the door
starts to slowly open
within
our minds eye
it is then
with growing fear
we will have
to decide
will we hide
within
our house of cards
with our belief
of denial
that our denial
will last
or will the wave
of our imprisoned feelings                            
pass us
through the door
to a place
all our life
we have tried
to ignore

Do you sometimes
wake up screaming
knowing
it is still there
like razor wire
coiled around
your inner thoughts
slowly shredding
the empathy that you court
as it whispers
the pious words
that you blindly repeat
to the hope
that still believes
that your intent
will set you free
from the coils
that hold your inner thoughts
in a place
that should not be

Can you hear them
as they slide
through the cracks
of your  thoughts
demanding you take
the first steps
on this road
you have yet
to regret

Is this
all we have
sympathy
for the innocent
who are being broken
and starved
dreaming
the same dream
of eating the food
that we
throw in the bin
is this
all we have
a strong hope
that we proudly present
to strangers
and friends
while our feelings
sadly sit back
and watch our ignorant
shallow thoughts
entertaining our mind
on how to pretend
that we
with our pride
change lives

Are our feelings
speaking a language
we don't even try
to understand
are our morals
still preaching
tomorrow
we will stand
while our empathy
plays the game
of trying
to hide the pain
that drips
silently
from the corner
of our desperate eyes
that are slowly
becoming blind

Not many people
survive
when they cross the line
to a different frame
of mind

You were not expecting
the feeling to be here
you could not believe
as you gazed
across the space
that separates you
from the place
where the one
you hold in your dreams
waits to be united
with the half
they have never seen

Do we not keep
our fears close
and our denial closer
as we try to cross
the river that whispers
there is life
on the other side
for here
your denial shall drown
for without denial
there is no fear
in the belief
you cannot change
the things
that has brought you
to this point
at this time
in this life
that you live

The problem with
The sound of silence
It has a nasty habit
Of opening doors
To thoughts
One never thought of
Before

I'll help you out
I’ll help you out
I won't
let you drown
from within
I’ll help you back
to these muddy shores
for your heaven
is too far to swim

Could you not feel    
something for someone
yet not see it
for what it really is
eventually
but often too late
to reinstate
that feeling
that should have kept you
Awake

It is only when
you have cancer
in your thoughts
can you be called
a walking corpse
one who walks the lands
of fractured dreams
looking for
a reflection
to please

Truth cannot be destroyed
only hidden
behind corrupted doors
forced
into a twisted corner
battered and beaten
hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those who seek
the reasons why
we
our children
have been
denied

Why do you need
to see
what's behind the door
are the words
I love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that I will change
while wishful thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barren bed of despair
believing
one day
I will care

Is it not
the silence
in the night
that you dread
in that place
where your mind
begins to drift
into things
left unsaid

Being feeble minded
Has been
Psychologically
And Scientifically
Stolen from the old
Now trending
Among the Young

Do your
whisperings
of all
your yesterdays
echo
in your ears
as the present
quietly weeps
with the one
you hold
when you sleep

How can we say
we live a life
when our intent
scrapes clean
our honest pride
to leave
our morals
nowhere to hide
but within
the comfortable arms
of denial

Would one
be willing
to give up
ones humanity
for the children
to regain
theirs

Are there not times
when you wish
you could just drift
within the wind
that lightly blows
across a soul
that slowly grows
within

It is not the path
that you walk
that is crumbling
and cracked
it is you

When your mind
has been shattered
every shard
must be found
among the ruins
of your broken heart
within
these decaying thoughts
with denial
beyond belief
that you knew the price
you would pay
when you walked this way

Is it us
who puts the fear of loneliness
before the voice of reason
is it us
who puts the fear
of looking ignorant
in the eyes of others
before our logical common sense
is it us
who fears the freedom
of our feelings
that whisper
if you listen
to what is written
your mind
will become your friend