If you can keep your feet upon the flat ground
And draw the line at frivolous ideals
And tell yourself this downhill train can turn round
With just a bit more fat to grease the wheels
If you can reduce all the pressing questions
To a straight coin toss between blue and red
If you can close your ears to all suggestions
That there might be a wider choice instead

If you can vote the way your parents voted
If you can leave debating to the press
And disregard each novel concept floated
While wondering how we got in this mess
If you believe the latest polling numbers
Regardless of the leanings of their source
If you believe that while this nation slumbers
It somehow still can hold to the best course

If manifestos leave you feeling hazy
If your first thought is what's in this for me
If anyone who disagrees is crazy
And not just someone who thinks differently
If you would rather come to a decision
Based on the outfits of the leaders' wives
If anyone with hope, ideals or vision
Is just a naive fool to be despised

And if when you are at the polling station
You'll squash down any doubts that you possess
If you can put your needs above the nation
And never give a thought to its distress  
If you can steel yourself against reflection
And, promised real change, if you hold your nerve
You'll vote like all the rest at the election
And, what's more, get the leaders you deserve.

Little boy blue,
Didn’t know what to do.
His life was a mess,
And getting worse as he grew.

His problems got bolder,
As he began to get older.
Until one day he thought,
He could take not much longer.

He tried hard to plot,
A new life where he got,
Anything he wanted but
But ahead he got not.

One day after work, as he was walking home
His mind was in despair and not able to roam.
He tried to imagined happy place to be
Completely ignoring the black clouds of a storm.

Soon enough it struck, loud lightning and rain,
Almost to amplify the poor man's great pain.
He looked around for refuge,
And saw an abandoned old train.

He rushed inside,
To a roaring sight,
Of the homeless celebrating,
As their future was bright.

He told them all of what he thought of their party,
But they all looked and laughed saying "he was no smarty"
The man stood confused and enraged at the mob,
Then a frail old man came with the name of Marty.

Marty told the man of his miserable life story,
But he also told him a way to gain "self glory".
"the key to it all is to be happy, he said.
The man said in sorrow "psht, not my life, its gory!"

Marty smiled and said without sounding insane,
"Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain,
But you can't make a rainbow,
Without a little rain"

i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
i think at all
now that i
think
about it.

Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without

you.

There are days I wake up empty and alone,
and I notice the half page written note,
left sitting on my bed.

It's not a thank you or a goodbye note,
Its not an I hate you or I love you note either.
"I'm sorry" scrawled across the page is what's written.
It suits you and your childlike heart.
It's how you've done your apologies,
for the past eight years.

I'm just waiting for the day,
you'd come back.

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face