she was like fire
on a war path,
destroying everything
in sight.

but he saw her
as the light
to his darkness;
the bright sun
that brought daylight,
the fire
that re-kindled his
long burnt out
candle wick

and he prayed she would
never leave,
fearing another
never-ending
darkness and winter

I write at night, it seems the best way
to deal with the horror of day.
Quietude, peace and darkness surround me
Clears my mind, focuses my thoughts.
Allows me to demonstrate through words
my understanding, of this, they call living.

Living in the light of day, means a lot of
shadow play, fake smiles, small talk,
neighbourly actions, following the rules
to keep you in your place.
Being friendly, making small talk, pretending to care.
When all you want to do is lock them all in a zoo.

Gossip, malice, neighbourly disputes, cars scratched
Dogs defecating, owners not caring, traffic noise
Kids shouting, parents shouting, horns blaring.
Pretence, grievance, affectation, keeping up appearances.
Front door closed, you realise that you're feigning interest.

Hypocrisy reigns during the day.
Pretension, feigning interest, losing your soul to the classes
the masses, paying lip-service to the day.
When all you want is the night and to be able to say
*******. Leave me to the chill calm of the night, and to write.

My fingers move, my arms in the air.
I cant play an instrument, but I am the
Best in the world with my air guitar.

Here me play with music loud, hands
Swinging in the air, I look like a mad
Man to friends, watching my fingers
Do the motions of different cords.

I'm the best at this instrument, I think
Crowds would go wild, paying to see
My awesomeness. I play with fingers
Swinging my arms slowly and fast
Playing what I do best the air guitar.

I promise to do my best
To keep your taxes low
To always level inflation
To look good in your eyes
And to keep my fingers crossed
So come and vote for me
Because I don't really care about you
I will kiss all the babies
Wear a false smile on my face
I will ***** all the pretty babes
Spend public money all on myself
Go to all the newest *** clubs
So come and vote for me
You know you really want to
I will be the one in power and money
And when you are eating fish and chips
I will be having caviar and steak
In the most expensive restaurant
Paid for by the public expenses
So when you are suffering
In poverty from my mistakes
You will wish you never voted for me
And I will be laughing at you






A message from the A.P.P (Any Political Party)