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.

Close every door
to the waist of space that I am,
Push my plight from you mind
And take all that you can
I won't miss you
But I'm certain you'll see
That once I am gone
You will really miss me.

Drill out the poisons
And shave of the trees
Smoother the meadows
and empty the seas.
I'm not sticking around
For the next act of man
My ecosystems are bust
I've done all that I can.

I'll take the birds
and the bats and the bees,
I'll keep the bugs
the shrubs and the trees,
I'll unravel the wind
from the rustling leaves
It may seem worthless to you
But it's priceless to me.

I'll unstitch the patchwork
off the rolling hillsides,
the grass can be folded
and the tree roots untied.
You can pull out the flowers
and plants crops in rows
But don't come crying to me
When nothing good grows.

I'll pick out all the fish
The flies and the frog
I'll unpeeled the rivers
and collect up the logs.
The atmospheres filthy
I'll just chuck it away
There's no fixing that
No matter how much you pay.

I've salvaged what i can
Of the soil and peat,
Some has been scorched
by the increasing heat,
I'm taking the Beavers
The wolves and the Bears
I've pack up their lodges,
their dens and their lairs.

I've had enough
of been trampled and torn
My airs all populated
And my earth is all worn.
You can keep all your money
Good look on your own
Let's see how you get on
without your ozone.

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.

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.

I would cast of human emotion and be free,
Guilt and lust weight to ******* me.
Why must other’s feelings factor in?
Why must being me be a sin?
With emotions come so many pains,
So many ways to be trapped and restrained.
People live in fear of getting hurt
Not by cuts, breaks, or being burnt.
They fear the pain of deceit and lies,
Of betrayal and their loves despise.
I don’t want to fear this anymore.
I just fear the life I can’t explore,
Trapped inside this emotional cage.
All the time acting on the stage.
I don’t want to pretend that I’m content.
All the while writhing with resent.
But, neither could I bear to see a tear
And so I think I’ll always live in fear.

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.

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.

Looking though the bars,
Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
Am I the one that’s trapped?
Or are they all trapped as well?

The grass is always greener
Or at least that’s what they say.
But I would give my whole wide world
To be them for a day.

It's  a terrorist attack

‘ISIS!’
That is what they scream
Stabbing innocent people while the sirens start to gleam.

‘Attack! Attack! Get inside if you want to stay alive!’

Terrorists, terrorising children with their bombs,
Enticing other children to join them in their wrong.
Radicalisation, distorting minds through faith,
Ripping though freedom with their hate.
Officers fight back bravely,
Running though streets that you use to walk through safely.
Indiscriminate ******.
Too much bare.

‘Attack! Attack! They have knives!’
Try to run and hide.
Try to get inside.
Another bunch of terrorists have arrived to terrorise.
Cowards in vans and vests.
Killers, no more no less.

How is it that she cries alone
when others have it all?
Without a hope without a home,
she has no friends to call.

She has a Master carved of stone,
his hands are cold and hard.
She craves some freedom of her own
he want life to carve.

He takes her in his arms each night
but she does not feel embraced.
Her heart is filled with purest fright,
it flows across her face.

Her pillows damp, her eyes are raw,
He cares not for her tears.
Must she bear a second more,
Living in such fear?

Each morning when she wakes
she starts the day anew.
But all he does is take
would you have that done to you?

When there is nothing you can give,
for there is nothing that you own.
When the worst thing is to live
and you feel your chance has flown.

Is it time to give up hope?
No! it's time to hope again?
She takes her time to weave the rope,
she ties it tight, recalls the pain.

This is the end, her eyes tight shut
She knows she can't retreat,
Fear weaves around inside her gut
Away from him she leaps.

To Freedom and away from stone,
away from darkness and despair.
Contagious to act alone,
without another who would care.

The rope swings putting up a fight
she will not give in.
She has nothing left to lose in life
but everything to win.

Her feet land safely on the floor,
The pain is now all over.
Free to laugh and smile once more,
and dance amongst the clover.

Oh what a racket what a row,
that blunders in and breaks my precious quiet.
Over field it storms to the hills brown
and tares asunder silence with its riot.
Oh what a monster what sound
to cover all the singing of the birds.
Such a noise we should not allowed
to breach the lovely silence of the world.
Oh what a horrid drawling grown
it rumbles through the earth and makes it quake.
How I wish this noise would let alone,
all I want is peace for goodness sake.

Enclosed, that is what I feel.
Trapped inside myself.
World are you truly real
my soul can't find your wealth.

Broken, fallen deep inside
struggling to find out.
Each tiny step, each stride
takes me around about.

Lost, no destination
to many roads to take.
On the train without a station
hurting through mistakes.

Heavy, weighed down by life
wanting to forget.
Each thought recalls a moments strife
my heart fills with regret.

Time, it goes so fast
my youth seems to fly by
the good things never last
like birds they take to the sky.

Hope, where can I buy it?
I once heard it was free.
There isn't any where in sight
hope isn't there for me.

Pain, it lives Inside me
my greatest friend and foe.
Its presents destroys me
but still it will not go.

Life, is all I hold
my claim on it is week
But its worth, or so I am told
can give me all I see.

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

She that casts no shadow brings not darkness to the room,
She is but a ray of light to banish out the gloom,
I have beheld such an angel with her long and lustrous hair
But it was not her beauty that drew me close to her.

It was the music in her laugh the sparkle in her eyes,
The honesty of her face and her long and lustful sighs
And in those fleeting moments when my eyes rested on her face
I knew for sure that I must make my home her resting place.

I must have her for my own, must keep her from the rest
For surly a precious creature would, my competitors, impress
I would have her as a trophy to show to all the world
And they would live in envy of the magic in my girl

So I sort out her farther and I offered a fine sum
He said he'd play me for her and soon the girl was won
I set her on a pedi stool and and admired my lovely thing
Then I shut her in a pretty place and went to get a ring

A ring as loverly as her laugh with a stone just like her eyes
Only the best for the angle that I'd taken for my prize
With my darling beside me, the finest women in the land
I threw the finest party and took her delicate hand

But I found my self disappointed for no envy did I see
All that looked upon me seemed to greave and pity me
Suddenly I noticed how dark it seemed to grow
For despite the many candles the room simply would not glow.

I turned to look beside me to my lovely shining wife
And to my greatest horror I saw not the merest fleck of life
Her skin was finest silk and eyes were precious stones
But beneath the fine fasarde there was no heart nor flesh nor bones

Then It came upon me, an idea so terribly stark
In all my efforts to win her I forgot to win her heart
And as I left her lonesome and draped her with fine things
I snuffed out her brightness and I clipped off her angel wings

I took a darling angel and I kept her in the dark,
I kept her for a selfish goal and I let her fall apart
I sort only want I wanted and never what she'd need
And so I lost my angle as a result of my own greed.

I insist that today you will be happy.
Despite it all, you must be happy,
I insist.

I insist that today you will be good.
Despite it all, you must be good,
I insist.

I insist that to day you will be brave.
Despite it all, you must be brave,
I insist.

I insist that today you must go on.
Despite it all, you must go on,
I insist.

I insist that to day you must love.
Despite it all, you must love,
I insist.

I insist that to day you must forgive.
Despite it all, you must forgive,
I insist.

I insist that today they will not win.
Despite it all, they will not win,
I insist.

The cloud rained down on the earth below
The rain and the sleet and the hail and the snow.
The sun called out, to cloud “my turn!”
And the suns rays came and they rained sunburn.

The fat man said “hip hip horay!”
Then he ran out in the sun to play.
The wise man said, “Will you ever learn?”
“Your skin can dry but it won’t un-burn!”