Everyday I work my hands to the bone,
I wear steel capped boots
Not a 3 piece suit..
I struggle each day for the  next bill to pay
Work Long hours and miss my childs play

You sit in your office
And discuss the next cut
Profits are down by a quarter percent
Let's cut a few more jobs because their lives are that cheap.

Hey , you ,  number 592 your number is up
We no longer need you
Our profits will go up

Class war is on the horizon
Workers unite
Equality for all
Our lives are important
Number 592

Darkness lifts
Drunken haze seeps away.

The waking birds sing their morning praise as the warmth of the sun bathes my cheeks..

I wake from the nightmare that has haunted me for many a year.

I can only express a deep gratitude for your soft touch and gentle nudge towards a life worth living ..

Each day dawns with a passion  for life.
A sense of purpose and being .

I once forgot who I truly was
But your soft whispers have ignited a fire and a desire to be free of the shackles that were drowning me

Loneliness
Darkness
Silence
Unwanted thoughts haunt the mind

Cobwebs settle on the happy times
As time turns to dust
Eons go by shrouded in mist

Is it wrong to feel alive
At
The pain these wounds inflict
This is what has become the norm
Expectation of better days lost

Finding solice and comfort
In this solitary confinement of the mind
Heres where your demons
Become
Your
Friends

People say they understand
But their hollow words take no root

The mind becomes a derelict playground
Broken Swings and Merry Go rounds
The laughter is your own .

Lonliness
Darkness
Silence
Unwanted thoughts haunt the mind

Poet,philosopher
Seated in the chair

Crafting his art
With words channeled from the heart
Trying to make sense of this world

Does art lie within a so called artist
Or
Within the man just sitting in his chair

True art comes from within the heart
No need to understand composition
Nor Learned ways of extra flair

Art is to help the bleeding heart
So let it all out

Keep it simple and easy to understand
For everyday people are the ones that need the help

The champagne sipping artsy types
Have made it what it's not supposed to be.

Their art is incomprehensible
Made for their wallets
And not for broken hearts

Oh night filled with wonders

Upturned soil
Forbidden fruit
The dead are arising

Witches dressed in black
Cauldrons bubble and boil
Crimson cats with crooked tails
Deep into the night wail

Vampire hunters sharpen their stakes
Nosferatu what's your fate ?

Mass Murderers with the tools of  their trade Silently
Into the shadows fade
Awaiting the thrill
Of
The ****

Oh velvet night
What wonders do await

I live as a secret
But I have gotta smile
Time to meet and greet

Cupids poison arrow
Protruding from my heart

Fairytale ending
Nowhere in sight

Happily  ever after
To me are Words of disaster

Have you ever realised
You are nothing that you thought
Everythings a lie
And
Hypocrisy rules

Have ever read your mind
In the dead of the night
And the truth becomes real

It's easy to hide in the daytime
But the voices echo at night
And resound in your heart
Cutting deep
Truths revealed
hidden from yourself

What if you woke
And realised you are everything
Opposite You wanted to be
Belief and value systems
A complete lie.

When the truths revealed
What is it you will do ???