Electric, electric man
Why do you make me cry
I will -ucking tell you
Your Prices are too high.

Gasman gasman
You to make me cry
Bring down your prices
The cold makes people die.

Sainsbury’s Tesco’s
You to make me cry
Profiteering *******
Food can’t be priced
This high.

All you brexeteers
Who voted let’s get out
Blame it on the Russians
Was this to a good shout.

Labour ,conservatives
got into bed with the reds
Now cap in hand to the
Americans just to get fed.

It’s all reverting back
To the bad old days
Where rich suppressed
The poor
We all know
what happened there
Two world wars.

Why are we feeding arms
It makes us lots of money
Depramental to our own
Health it’s sad
but really funny.

I feel the lingering
of the ropes,
around and and tightly,
like a lamb
to the slaughter.

I can't face this life
anymore,
Its a mid life crisis
where dissent
lies in my heart,
and I can't express...

Words get lost
to a flame,
of eyes that beckon.
You could never
understand.....

Its my skeletons
in the closet,
and the irony
is all their known
inside their own.

Let them be judged,
after they cast the stones.
but reality of heretical blame,
Better luck next time.....

casts huge leaf shadows on dirt
and the mockingbird's mocking me.

"mockingbird,"
I put my hands in my pocket
and pretend a smile,
"some things you can't out run,
church bells and a wedding dress,
funeral processions and baptisms,
the cop car radio,

she was so beautiful in her wedding dress,"

I'm pointing my finger up at the mockingbird,
"so I'm a few steps ahead of you in heartache,

it was a toss of the dice,"I tell the bird,

"I threw a handful of rice."

"so don't look sad at me, bird.
everyone gets hurt."

and on her branch in the sycamore tree
the mockingbird's crying to me...

"I'm a few years ahead you...
Sweet One, lonely bird.

I've walked through fire,
stared into the wall of shadow and sorrow
into the cold silence of tomorrow.

I hear what you're telling me, Dear One,
loves been a little ******* you, too,

and there in illusion lies the danger
so please be kind, my friend,

the sorrows that never seem to fade away
become the grey, dark sea,
and sunlight through the Sycamore tree.

there’s an emptiness that
consumes the world,
like a newborn babe does her
mother’s *******:
it needs the force of life -
to become a weapon for death;
as it kills the light switch  
in the warehouse of hope;
as the sound of darkness
blinds even the bats;
as the echoes of piousness sink
to turn lawless mercenaries;
as the lantern flickers off
to the heaving of hedonism
that spawns in the void -
dark, and unconquerable.

until someone strikes a match.

When negative thoughts are uprooted
So sadness and fear are excluded
Then shunning adversity
Stifles diversity
Leaving the landscape denuded

Stand there
On the grass covered with a coat of snow
Smell the cold
Feel the peace
Touch the white that fell on the chair in the backyard

It's uncomfortable
I'm wet and shivering
But loving every second

Memories of snow days
When I was little
Flood back to me like a tsunami
It hits me
Except I like it

Suddenly
I'm making snow angles
Building snow men
Watching soft cold comfort fall from the sky
Hearing the fact that every single snow flake is different
And being absolutely mesmerized

I remember sticking my tongue out
Trying to catch one
Trying to taste the wonder of those flakes

Now, many years later
I stick my tinge out again
Waiting for a snowflake to fall----
But it doesn't come
It doesn't land where I want it to
I'm older now
Things have changed
I miss the way they once were
When things still weren't great
But at least
I got to taste the snow flake