Friends we said till the bitter sweet end
So please, wont you stay, just untill another year
Then when it comes we shall laugh in the face of our grey hair and wrinkled skin
We know not, what lies ahead
So hesitate a while, sit back and ponder
Inside of our madness their does lie wisdom, solitude and grace
Yes those times of heartache, they are oh so real
But you have to realize, that's not always how you will feel
Let your worries be mine and let always the sun in your heart  shine
I am here , a rock to rest on, a shoulder to take
Let my friendship hold you , and help you never to  let your love break
Stay with us for a while longer
And together we shall be so much stronger

It would seem that the seed of doubt and uncertainty does surround this existence of ours
As much belief you have in god is as much as I have that this divine presence is nothing but rooted in mythology and misconceptions
I cannot and will never try to denounce or undermine your moderate and harmless thoughts on the answer to , undeniably our burning question of seed of creation.
You too should not or really ever try to eradicate or efficiently ostracize any thought or philosophy that seeks to distribute its wealth of wisdom in another way contrary to yours.
Looking inwards from way out there , someone, somewhere may just be watching, a glimpse at this apparently unsurpassable mass of genetic mutation that has resulted in one of the only as of yet discovered intelligent species in such an unexplainable vastness of confusion. The findings of such an unbiased study would find that upon this infinitesimal piece of rock most its occupants live their lives much like the darkness that surrounds, chaotic  shambolic and ignorant to their unique stature, their unimaginable greatness.
Locked in a constant war on differences that have managed to eternally segregate and perpetuate a hatred that fuels a fire , a destructive blaze that has consumed wisdom, engulfed logic and appears to be quashing all hopes and ambitions of those who seek for themselves and primarily their children's lives , a future of certainty, a future where serenity and peace are the reasons to be, the reason to do, a future above all, silent of war and unified in defiance of aggression.
A lifetime wasted on the burden of proof rather than the warmth of acceptance
A lifetime wasted on the want of so few being the depression of so many
Just a life time simply wasted

And again the guillotine comes down, another head lost to another bucket of oblivion
Staring into the void that is your wasted lapse of time on this unchartered course, the last sound you hear the gilt edge of freedom cutting the toxic air,
No sooner had you got used to being here then someone deems your involvement unnecessary, your efforts and contributions, see them judged as pointless pathetic diseased and dispossessed
You have no way to eradicate emotions , no way to retrieve the ambitions you sought, hands have been shaken and signatures signed, no bribes will be tolerated and your time will come
Its not your life that flashes past your watering eyes, but visions of what you once thought your life could be, an instamatic cheap photo of a destiny of diluted dreams
You can curse yourself, your childish complacency, you can blame your over rated ego and its desires for leadership power and profit , it was you who disembarked at the station named , Excessive Greed,
Who is to blame who is the ref in your game
There is no hand of fate just you and all that you dictate
Life is a choice , it is yours you can fly with the angels or sleep with ***** ******

Television
So much more soul destroying
Than the drugs we take
To escape the reality
It so easily portrays

The sun falls from fiery skies, it saturates the optics of my work weary eyes, with its warmth its glow of beatific boundaries it brings an everlasting surprise
The colours, they are  indescribable as they merge, my soul they caress, ambience rains as they purge, cars could speed by and I would just stand and watch from the grass verge
Beauty of existence it surrounds, it envelopes the pain and brings justice to insanity,                                                   the transition from dull and grey of the everyday norm into an iconic and and blistering vision of perfection could so easily tear a man from his armchair pack stuff into a bag and head for the hills, only to be seen atop some fan as the sun sets his shadow to the valley below
How could you not be astounded by the sheer magnitude of beauty and pleasure from our saviour, mother earth and nature, your eyes must be bleached by  man made fibres, by your resilience to accept never your role, as an integral part of the machinery of motion, the wheels that turn and the fires that burn
This mass of fusion you see it is the god of whom you speak the idol and prophet you seek, they are the dictator the population manipulator , the aggressor and the suppresser of life , it is they who give  and they who taketh away .
It was a great sunset , twas as if the Sahara plains had bared her riches for all to see
A frozen arctic sun splashed terrain it could so easily be
No justice in my words for the heavens you speak of were right there in front of my
Babylon my home, into  Elysium and I am free

I don't do ******* ****** m cat or blue smarties
I don't watch X Factor  East enders reality dinner dates or pointless speeches from any pointless political parties
You might think I'm boring
But I'd rather watch a dead snail snoring then suffer with wasteless wannabes' in the jungle, in a house, or in my local ice rink
Building houses , building hopes, and living a day with some sorrowful person with a ******* for all that is pink
Take your Versace your Burberry and stick it where the fake tan don't reach
Do I really need to watch some abstract earthy programme about the newly discovered south America parasitic leech
I don't dye my hair, put on male mascara, carry a man bag or listen to downloads on ridiculous sized headphones
Who won the cup , who slept with who and what royal has now been abducted by aliens who might be the enemy living at number 43
I am saddened and sickened, forced into a life of subjugation, reality tv has gripped our nation, if its not cooking and baking, marriages and undertaking, babies crying, benefit cheats lying, footballers wives, footballers cars, their haircuts and late night shenanigans in expensive bars
A world without a box and images that flash, a world without this disease and it's nasty rash,

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.