Wounded warrior put away your guns and blades
Don't you know that truth cannot be enslaved?
Even if we fight it'll shine through
In the actions that we do

Put away your violence
In the silence of room
No matter the darkness
The light will always pierce through the gloom

Love is the connection between us
Fight fear with love make it go away
Love is constant it is the energy in atoms
That binds reality together
Love of mother universe who's image we are created in
Fear is missing the target of our purpose to love each other

Forgiveness rises like a Phoenix making our hearts begin again
Though our tears fall like rain
Make them tears of joy and not pain.

Intravenous agnostic
religious blood pumped into our veins
staining our blood with shame
love beats in our hearts
the same love that beats in other peoples
from housing estate to church steeple
we were born to love as one people
we are the universe
made conscious
our conscience is our conscious love
may look to the stars above
but we are as much born of the stars
as we are of the earth or Gaia
and anyone who says that you only go to heaven if you believe in jesus
is a liar no one can put out the star shine in our hearts
we are one just like the white light from the sun
just refracted into many like the rainbow
individuals feeling pain although
the pain is not knowing or feeling that oneness
with the universe our mother
our father yin and yang the clues are all around us
we may curse and cut
but we must trust in one another...

The dark side of love
Claws and teeth
I am hungry for you
Short skirt aimed in my direction
I need correction
Some might say
To iron out the kinks
But I think sensuality for the soul
Is sometimes being out of control.

The black

The hole in my soul aches
Waking from nightmares
hoping god will take them away
Madness the veil of midnight across all I see
Wanting to see actual reality
In amongst it all
The physical and mental wall
Has ring fenced me in
The pale emperor is king
He is the ghost of all my sin
Taken from me is my soul within?
His gnarled and twisted skin
religions faith is wretched
Stretched out of shape
I look to love but all I get is hate
But maybe if I get to write my own book
Fate will abandon its cruel story for me
If it's not too late...

Behind the door of studio flat
Lies a man fighting.
Everyday a battle goes on in his head
But instead of giving up or giving in
He seeks adventure instead
He thinks life is seeking our truth
or the story behind the fact or fiction
He says life is not always what goes on in your own head
Life is a needle making a rich tapestry with a thread
Maybe it's affected by your heart more than your head
We all make it up in some way
From the sun to the light of day
From the moon to the shadows
From animals to insects
From rock to beach
Life is a movement a dance to teach
But in that dance we all play a part
Whispering thoughts across our words from our hearts
Born of lofty brains and souls
We all have roles
In the dance of life
Our heart beat is like a drum
Beating in a rhythm more complicated than drum and bass
Smiles are put across our face
When we realise we are as important as anyone
In the movement of the earth
The star dust made conscious
We walk around the place
We are faces lighting up
Drinking from the waters of realisation our cup
The universe made real
Each day this man feels the rhythm
The movement of life
Each day is a wondrous sight
Just to be alive
and it is gift
To be born and arrive into this existence or expanse
Life like he says is a dance...

I begin where you end
I end where you begin

Mitosis of hearts
Joined from the start
God is a rainbow
and the white light
We are him and her
Every shade
together white and pure
in dreams and memories
In happy thoughts we pray for
Love and light is in us all.