If I could crack me open
And see inside my mind
I really truly wonder
What on earth i'd find.

Aside from all the blood and guts
There must be something more
Perhaps a spark of magic
Or at least a secret door.

I passage way to dreamland
A train down memory lane
A nice comfy padded room
For the bits that went insane.

Since I really know me
I'm certain there would be
A stable block of unicorns
That only eat ice cream.

And in the darkest corner
There's probably a door
Shutting of a little room
Where all my tears are stored.

And around the whole thing
A great big wall stands tall
To give me strength of mind
When I am feeling small.

I'm entirely certain
That there's more than blood and guts
Perhaps there's lots of little people
In lots of little huts.

Maybe they keep me tidy
And when they go on strike
I get all bamboozled
And fall right of my bike.

Perhaps they paint the pictures
Of all the things I think
A hundred tiny artists
With sequins, paints and inks.

And my imagination
must be down to them
How else could dream such dreams
And forget them all again.

Spend a passing moment
Thinking on your mind,
The possibilities are endless
To what might lie inside.

Do not give into darkness.
Hold fast and tight to every ray of light.
Hold tight to stars and push out blackness.
You are too young to give away the fight.

Good is hard but still we keep it burning,
Illuminating all our rights and wrongs.
With good to light our way we're always learning.
Live with in the light for night is long.

If darkness settles in and lights extinguish,
If there's not the meekest, faintest glow,
Perhaps the good with in the world seems finished
But still into the darkness do not go.

You are the good to over come the darkness
Fight the looming blackness with your light
If evil is the absence of all good
Then it only takes one star to make things right

Do not trust, I call out loud
the world is full of things that lie.
Across the sky the clouds do prowl
without a thunderous sound or sigh

The sun does skulk away sometimes
to hide and do it secret tasks.
They say around the world it shines
I know it hides behind a mask.

The oceans too have things to hide
deep below their darkest depths.
They whisper them with rushing tide
then back to the sea they're swept.

Even the rain is hiding
it keeps silver secrets in the clouds
If in search of truth the birds go gliding
the clouds send raindrops  tumbling down

Do not trust a single thing
no words or looks or feelings true.
The very voice they used to speak
is laced with words they steal from you.

The perfect ladies
Quite and meek
Her long soft hair
Is soft and sleek

Her eyes are blue
Like the July sky
They sparkle and shine
Like fire flies

Her lips are red
As the petals of the rose
She has peaches for cheeks
and a cherry for a noise

Her ******* are full
And soft to caress
They are yours to take
From beneath her dress

Like fresh laid show
Her skin is white
Her virtue in tacked
And her legs shut tight

Her soft lips
Keep shut and silent
She won't speak out
against the violent

Her mind is full
Of fluff and flowers
She will hang on words
For hours and hours

Her thoughts lack wisdom
Sence and meaning
But that doesn't stop her
Being good at cleaning

In the end
All that's of concern
Is how she makes
Your genitals burn

Her eyes are jewels
Her lips are sweet
She does what's expected
Between the sheets.

Freedom is the bird that sings and perches in your soul
To every note our hearts do cling to keep our person whole.
Freedom never leaves you, see will stay there day and night.
It's because she could go that she always in your sight.
Freedom can be taken, can be grasped and torn away.
One day you could awaken with your freedom gone astray.
Then perhaps you'll realise that your freedom was not free,
Someone once fought hard and long for what they gave to you and me.
So when you feel hard done by, that your you life is all a waist
Remember those that fought for freedom in another time and place.

The bird within the cage sings soft and low
The beauty of her voice is hard to bare
It lifts the heart to highest heights and so,
The bird stays in the cage with her voice fair.

The bird with in the tree sings just as sweet
Sweeter perhaps although it's hard to tell
With every warble, chirp and tweet
The bird with in the the tree has much to tell.

The bird with in the tree flys through the sky
She swoops and sours and guides ov'r field and lakes
She sings of all she loves from her free heights
Of beauty that she know no man can make.

The bird with in the cage sings differently
She sings of hopes and dreams beyond the bars
She sings of all the things she longs to see
She sings of snow topped mountains and the stars

The bird within the cage sings soft and low
But her song is one of sorrow not of joy
Every melancholy tune and note
Tells of another dream she won't enjoy.

No good can come of hatred
but that doesn't stop its growth
the hateful are all blinded
when it comes to those they loath.

The fierce flame in their eyes
And the venom in their voice
no matter how they try
They are blinded to life's joys.

I can't imagine feeling hatred
although I'm told I have good cause
I find resentment makes me faded
and it closes all my doors.

Maybe he deserves my hatred
but I deserve to move on
so I forgive the cursed
And in some way I have won.