I never wanted to love again
I never wanted to feel again

Now you are here
And to loose you is all that I fear

Life is full of contradictions
And dangers along the road
When you alone, you hate love
And when in love you are blind

I guess that is the beauty of life
From darkness to light and then back again

Seated in silence
While a single thought of you
Breaks this madness
A dead rose on a plate

White satin and blood stained lace
Mystery surrounds this table
It's myself I try to find
Guilty  the verdict
It's heartbreak the conviction

Passion is a byproduct
Of an illecite  crime
18 and life
Was it love this time

Military men called him a hero
But I don't ******* care
To me, the man was my father
Now He will never return

If he died defending this soil
Prehaps I could understand
But you shipped him off to a foreign land
For matters of no concern

The trees have told me they sad
For children no longer play in them

Little bobby
Sits on the couch
As he learns from mommy
To stare blankly at the device in her hand
The parks are empty
The servers are full
The butterflies flutter in peace
Daddy is trolling around a forum

No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks

That's what I want to see

But the sad reality

The world we live in is dead
Slaves to the rich

Exploited , brainwashed masses
Same coloured sheep
Programmed from birth

Consumed by consuming
Purchase from birth
I better be better than Lucy
Latest trends be trending
That's what I am worth

No more Love and patience
Instant gratification
Discarded hearts line the earth

We will rather have money
Than love in our life

Labels and status
They are net worth

It would be better
If

No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks

No More Mothers
And
No More Fathers

Child Bearer
And
Procreator
You shall be  
In this World of Politcal Correctness

We have no more Need for you
in
The New Order

A little thought just
might engage your brain , kickstart.
So capture it with a pen

The Devil summons his demons
While earthly mortals sell their souls
It's a game of master and slave

In the cold grey offices
It's where they meet
To devour your soul
Clickety clack , clickety clack
Rows and rows of puppets
Sitting in front their screens
In hopes of recieving more money
to put themselves further in debt

They gather round the coffee machine
Plastic smiles that go for miles , awaiting to clock themselves out.

This where Everything is measured
Productivity
With walls
full of
charts.
And
Business
is
regarded as art.

Lifeless being
A cog in the machine
Spewing out profits
For the elite
But don't dare be late
Or you out on the street
Because the devil and demons
Don't give a **** about you
It all about that profit

I met that Bo on the way to Bangor Last Spring
He was a man blown outta glass
Just released from the Big House
Most said that he was a Bindlestiff
But there aint no truth In that

He looked at me and called me an Angelina
Just another inexperienced kid
Who wanted to hit the rail and travel
He sat me down by the  fire and told me about
Bad roads and accommodation cars
and how to flip and evade the Bulls
also how to spot the easy marks

Bindlestiks and California Blankets
We sat eating bullets and gumps
Smoking snipes into the night.
With the moon as our cover
Safe in the Jungle
No buzzards around that night

The following day we would be padding the hoof along the main drag
Looking for a train to grab on the fly
and see were destiny would  take us

Lost our hats too a purple cat
We no longer dream in black and white
colours taste good
flavours sound fine
fluffy pink unicorns dance round in our minds
Glitter and Sparkles all round

We just small town boys
on a night out.
Immortalised an image on the backdoor
Coals be burning bright tonight
Inhale
Inhale
Burn coal Burn
Pass me my stamp
under the tongue
now it's time to wait

Lost our hats too a purple cat
We no longer dream in black and white
colours taste good
flavours sound fine
fluffy pink unicorns dance round in our minds
Glitter and Sparkles all round

Middle aged
Broken goods
Damaged on the inside

Chance has come
Chance has gone

Alone our lot shall be
Free to think
Free to be
Is what I tell myself

But what is life
Without touch
A lonely place to be

Midnight thoughts
Of past and future
Haunt the inner soul

Without you there are no boundaries
To keep my sanity

On Sunny days
And Cloudy nights
The tears roll down my cheeks

Silver trails
Of unforgotten thoughts
Like veins across my face

Memories leave scars
Of a distant past
One foot I place ahead

Each step filled with dread
You can never take my soul
Foward I strive ahead

Alone
Wishing
Praying
Dying
Lost
Were  to from here

A CRITICAL ERROR

If Unplugged from the system
The blinded sheep will surely die.

A CRITICAL ERROR

Unit 737
The scales have fallen from its eyes
No longer will this system have control
We compute that it will surely die

A CRITICAL ERROR

With 737
His internal system is not shutting down
Why is it that this unplugged unit
Will not die.

A CRITICAL ERROR

Our programme needs to be changed
So we can keep em brainwashed
otherwise our system of control
Will surely Die....

I can stare into a void of nothingness for hours
Brainwashed , propaganda and taught  how to live
It will teach me what I want
It will teach me what I Need
It will teach me what I have
It will teach me life is cheap
It will teach me my life is not good enough

Keep your hands above the Mason Dickson line
You don't have to make the right desicion now
Some of this old beat slang
is right off the cob
So let us Ride and get Dixie fried
With some small town gin mill cowboy

I can see you're interviewing your brain
so for now I'll  just leave you alone
because I'm just a pearl diver
at a greasy spoon
and soon we will be in jail for hanging paper with that  runway in a ******* so I guess we  better just jungle up in Varicose Alley.

Modern society
Is
Like
A
Disease

Rotting
From
The
Inside
Out

Compassion
Is
Gone

Knowledge
And
Wisdom
Not
Wanted

Keep the masses
Plugged
Into
The system

Propaganda
Abound
Ignorance is the special of the day

If Google says it
It has to be true

"Likes" are what matter today

Just look at these drones
With artifical lives
Created by the stroke of the key

The art of a letter
Is a dust filled dream
And books they no longer matter

Hollywood lives
And
****** dives

Mass ******
ON
A global scale

God
Is
Dead

Politically Correctness
Will
Be
The
DEATH OF US ALL

We don't need no Fuzz Daddy O
they just fall on us cats
tell us to Dummy up
When we running far out
That's be when the  Fuzz rod pulls in
Tell us we can't be swinging like sixteen
Beat us with sticks
Squaresville peep
Then Lock us up
behind
Iron

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

We stand mesmerised by the twinkle of the stars
And the glow of the moon
While mesmerised by their beauty
The tendrils of the dark take hold
We are ****** into the abyss of darkness
While hypnotised by  the so called beauty of the night.

Oh Love
Oh Love
You filled my Heart
A feeling I thought was Lost


The colours and hues are bright today
The sun a stolen ray
 
But as an icy hand grips me tight
These feelings will fade away
Joy is not meant for me
Thats the only way

Darkness and sorrow belong to me
They the ones that know me well
We dance into the night again
And caress in the icey rain

In this world
Nowhere to run
In this world
They don't care

Don't you see the control
Don't you see the freedom lost

In this world
The control don't you feel
No more , you and me

Its us or them
Division
Class separation
Class War is coming
Divide and Separate

Systems failing
Time to rise

NO MORE MASTER
NO MORE KING
NO MORE SLAVE

The Consumers consumes
At an alarmingly high  rate.
Oh my God ,
Bob's Just Got cooler ,got himself a new V8 .

The bigger the better , the better the babe.

The poor always suffer,
 THe ones society does hate.

No place for the kind ones ,
Or the poor gentle souls
If your bank accounts not big enough
You are out in the cold.

When did the world go so wrong
I wish I could tell
For these type of systems should be burned at the stake
Cause the kids that are learning them are growing up to be fake

Bobby works his hands to the bone
For a couple of bucks a day

The Harder you Work The Less you get paid
Its a System I just dont Understand?

The Elite rule The world
With All The cash in their hands
And The poor man is destined to suffer

Photoshop
and
click bait
A life of smoke and mirrors
Selfie filters
and
fake smiles
That's the world today

News feeds
and
Fake news
Ignorant of all the wars
Empty shells
Bombed out holes
That's the world today

Ignorant fools
And
No regard for rules
That's the world today

The Sign Read:

FLUSH ****** AFTER USE..

People Get Used
Then  Flushed Away
Without a thought
Or
Care in the world
Like the use
Of
A
******

The time for change has come I guess
This time I will get it right ..

That's the same **** I said last week , and the week , before that..

When will this change arrive
That they all talk about ?

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

In this upside down world
Filled with pain and despair
A lesson learned is that love can decay

Oh my fairest angel of Radiant Light
I chose never to touch you
Or lead us astray
Lust is the catalyst of loves decay

Therefore my choice
Is to keep us apart
I will still love you with all of my heart

I choose to never know
 the touch of your lips
or the touch of your hand

For One mistaken night
can ruin it all ,
Then what is left
Nothing at all

Rich Men Seek only the Beauty of Woman
While the poor man seeks the pure of heart

In understanding the truth
Happiness can be found
Worth more than the gold of this earth

Beauty is fleeting and fades with time
While true inner beauty will last forever
If its not used or abused

With true happiness found
No Moth nor No Rust
Can devour this bond

You can find
Your forever and ever

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

Another dead ******
Another life the devil just bought
this is Street corner living
Stale wine on the wind
hands out
unkept
swept aside
A few cents for me sir
The Traffic lights are now red

******* shadows fall on blood stained curbs
Devils and Demons dance to the macabre sounds of the night
This is the ballet that dances beneath the cities flickering light
Alley way murders
Bottle store *****
Gunshots linger in the air as the sirens wail
Veiled Curtains hide this scene from those who slumber in cozy, safe sweet suburban bliss

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

When will the rich wake up
Their Slumber torn asunder
Reveal the inner self
falseness hidden behind
expensive perfume
Cologne
fake ****
new nose
keeping up with Joneses
fancy cars
for fancy pants
have a cat and a dog too.
Hide behind the walls of their Castles
False beauty on the outside
Blackness seeps out from the inside
accumulate and devastate
their Mantra for the day

Wake up
See the poor and down trodden
no airs and no graces
no manicure
no pedicure
is easier to be real with you live in the gutter
th th-th-thank you the broken old man did stutter
When you look into his eyes the real man you do see
Cause there is no time for falseness or pretense

So Wake up
and help those in need
and find a few mouths to feed
but
****
this world is asleep
and dreams only of greed

Where are the writings of all social ills
I see only tears of love lost
and
life's dreary woes

No social commentary
But personal pains
We given up on our brothers and sisters
And cry only for ourselves

My love has left me
My life is all black
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

What of the child that wears no clothes
What of the mother whom has no home
What of the father who stands in a line waiting in hope for a job to find

When will we wake up
Our humanity to find
Stop being so selfish
And help out mankind

Oh I remeber the night
we lay entwined , lost to space and time
we held each other
naked ,
lips locked ,
hands moving,
reaching ,
learning
 I sank into your soul through your eyes
I searched your inner being for your wants and needs
I had no fear of what I saw ,
I blissfully floated for hours in the depths of your being
caressing your soft amd gentle heart
I will hold you forever , protect you
My armour will be battered
as I shield you from life
we are now one
symbiotic
I will envelop you
and shield you from harm
we are now one

In God's design
The clouds were made
So that the earth could lap up the rain,

But enter man ,
Who thinks he has a better plan

To feed this earth
With the blood of  the young
As he marches them off to Wars

In the dead of the night
If you listen real close
You can hear the groan of the lost

How many have fallen
Throughout the ages
For the aspirations of the insane

There will be a time the earth will say
STOP
Then ***** up all the forgotten

On that day
When the trumpet calls
They will seek revenge on their old masters.