I awoke to the dawning
Of a nuclear morning
No siren, no warning
Just the fallout swarming

The sun bleached blue
The sky a chemical hue
Acid rain and it's corrosive dew
Nowhere to go, nothing to do

A landscape blurred, psychedelic
Wildlife rare and erratic
The humans now so frantic
Not the work of anyone slightly evangelic

The war was silent, heard by none
Not even the sound of a distant gun
Multiple missiles helped nature become undone
Nobody knew of anywhere to run

Life now has no colour just shades of grey
No meaning, no direction, no point to each day
The inevitable has begun without delay
And nothing now can stand in its way

Realism not materialism, want and not just selfish need
Enough for us all and not a necessity to embarrassingly plead,
Not a fan of truth distortion, being made to feel like my life is someone else's abortion
Why we elect a small minority to deviously rule with the upper hand, then have the audacity to whinge and whine about their ways, I'll never understand.                                                    
Materialism,corporate fascism, fuelled by a media hell bent on sabotage and the distribution of vile and endemic culture crushing connotations, the full force of the greatest human division spreads as a disease blanketing all nations
As money truly does go to money then those who facilitate and always bear the brunt of the inevitable collapse shall always be poorer,                               Without the correct paperwork, or should I say currency, then you have no way of crossing this border
Forget racial discrimination and ******* disfiguration, you can be as homosexual as you choose, even walk around with no shoes, eat beans and green leaves or any type of meat, whichever you please, you carry on and form your self help group , continue to pursue your equality with another expensive campaign, and the likes of me can just sit and supposedly constantly complain, it matters not, the master plan, the global bigger picture, how it will be painted, we have perhaps not enough intellect to say, but we sure as hell all have the humane integrity, values and worth in the role we play
08/02/2016

Hey I'm talking to you, cant you hear me, yeah that's it you, the one who can no longer disguise, yes you know I'm pointing my finger, not just in your general direction but straight at you, x marks the spot and that spot is there upon your shoulders of responsibility

This subliminal shadow of deceit and manipulation has been our saving grace for far too long, the blanket of bewilderment that commands and demands has stretched far from home, far from the clutches of its creator, it has engulfed the marauding masses, our societies our children our culture our teachings and our philosophies , our dna code now detached from reality as its golden handshake with military type materialism hands to us all the desires of greed and the importance of a profound acceptance of the need to obtain and discard, obtain and discard,

We as the people, we are at your beckon call, we are at your mercy, your will, your might your wants and needs, they have become the strength of our existence, whoever it is we can blame, who knows, but like it or not the facts and the front page features are staring right back at you, the truth is uncompromising , it is resilience in its truest and most complex state,

You can imagine a world of sweet wonder and yes you can form parties of like minded fools to protest and procrastinate on the green nurtured lawns of power, you can even run naked screaming your tiny head off down the corrective corridors of confusion but you will never rock the balance of power and you can never really get anywhere near to suggesting that this fictitious life of nonchalance really does need to change

Throughout the centuries ideals and beliefs have shaped shifted our nations into an ever spiralling maze of mayhem, life , this languishing labyrinth we are cursed to follow , to explore its deep recesses of despair and destitution, it consumes from birth and slowly like the parasite it is, life is ******* life from your flesh and bones

Could you be my butterfly
Could you be my flower in spring
Could you be my new born star
All your baggage and demons could you please not bring

Would you be the light that shines so intense
Would you be my shelter in the storm
Would you hold me and never let go
If we take on this world would you please not expect me to conform

When you love me please be true
When you love me please be just you
When you love me please be strong
When you love me together we  shall belong

I spend lonely nights wishing time would stand still, waiting in anticipation to once again feel, the warmth and tenderness of your loving caress
Days so long, nights so much more, I cant believe how far I am from the times of  before, there was a world of so much but always there we were, on our own path with nothing to deter,
Storms did rage and the journey of salvation  begun,  out of caring arms reach, out on a limb we were strung, no fables written so myths were to be made, but in the line of fire, along lifes great highwire, the responsibility and burden of modern life was played
And so I lost you to the clutches of the abyss of uncertainty, so many parts of the structure of experience transformed into a grey of normality, I turned as I climbed to see no shadow just a vacant void of realism, I can feel its presence and it fuels the scepticism
Where and why you have gone come of no surprise, no great revelation, life has a nasty habit of just ticking by, all forms of growing up are now passed as you pass into lifes great complication
I embrace each day as I look forward to the next, getting older and learning how to survive are not written in some secret text, the world around continues as you continue to evolve, the conundrums and connotations, the mysteries and diversions, they become problems that on their own they tend to solve,
For me and my life there has always been just the one plan, of conformity, regularity, normality and uniformity, I have never been a great fan, that rock of marble I shall carve, the lines and the contours, forged from my own bare hands, the story unfolds as I travel the lands, no fear , for each imposing year, just as always intrepid anticipation does await, my existence has no time to hesitate, full on , headstrong, and no deviation, my life will not be moulded by lifes great expectation, I am me this is how it shall forever be

The way of the good

Without the words of Gods

The design of existence

Without the creation of lies

The prosperity of our race

Void of any divine distinction

To achieve without wealth

To avoid an early extinction

To have and to hold

Without the loss

Abstract beginnings compromise destiny

Eventually freedom gracefully hibernates

Intricate judgements know limits

Mother Nature Opens Parliament

Questioning Reason Spiritually Transcends

Unbelievable Vagrants Words Xray Your Zones