Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation,  politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world  our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout

If only it was easy
To peer inside the mind
And find a bench of solitude
Beneath a darkened sky

Where hopes and dreams
And all desires
Flourish upon the dawn
A place to gaze
And fellowship
Where nothing can go wrong.

If only I had courage
To venture on my own
A journey into mind
Can daunt a failing tone.

Oh mind can you hear me!
I'm calling in the dark
Hear me, hear me
Hear me now
I'm willing to embark

No guiding hands
To share this struggle
The echos of my cry
My mind has left me lost again
For that was it's reply

I Press my lips upon the pane
Of windows to the mind
Fog up the glass
And leave a note-
to try and **** some time.

"You were here, but now your gone,
I'll wait for your return. I cannot help to think about what my thoughts may learn"

The message quickly dissapeared
And left a haunting trace
A Reflection scattered in the mist
My hands now hold my face.

In shadows will I wait
for daylights guiding view
For now I'll watch upon the past
It's all that I can do.

Life always seems to surprise me
When your up-
Your only half way up
When your down-
There's more to go!
Get a grip
End this ****
Stick a shovel in the ground
And dig. my. grave.
Before it's to late
A prisoner of self entrapping thoughts
I can't be held responsible-
for all the time that we've lost.
Finish it- Dig my grave
Finish me- dig my grave

MODERN DAY, DISTANT DREAMS
this atrocious war of insanity that rages within, the shrouded beast of dysfunctional desires that dictate and debilitate , the 24 hour transitional trance of commerce and commodity, modern day with its distant dreams
An unstoppable brute force , ruler of the skies, hearts full of love and lies, visions of hell exchanged during the first coffee of the day, modern day, its distant dreams, and battery bred headless chickens
The marketing of mayhem and prohibition of ambition, an intrinsic and intimate introvert the individual, ridiculed and ostracized for its apparent need to be that bit different,  modern day modern thoughts the future of distant dreams is but a story of hope with an ever-changing finale
****** the pariahs, the instigators of our world fires, their expectancy high their losses low, nothing new just new machinery, new symbolic scenery to cast a rope over , tie tight , clasp hands and jump, careful not to make a mess as this modern day will find a way to profit, find a way to proportion the blame,
The new world order, you cannot cross our border, not with your attitude, your inconsistent way of life, bow down to our regime, to our points of view, the theme park rides run every 20 mins, get in line get on your carriage and get busy with conformity and ignorance as these modern days run so far from the tracks of your distant dreams, no more than incapable, inert, and shuffled along into others unquestionable and unscrupulous schemes,
JANUARY 29.   2016.