It was a morning of tranquility
And it was your vile tongue that had this abruptly undone
The birds were singing and inside my head your words were ringing
Intensity spiralling  
As you continue to chastise you really only manage to ostracise
Your red mist has descended and the white flag truce has ended
A battle commences as my back is turned to absorb your barrage of selfish subscriptions
Just another bright day of perpetual predictions

As my  sister escapes so shall my heart run free with her
My thoughts, they mirror her madness  and my plight is to offset her world of torture
She thinks far away on another plain
Into societies brackets she fits, some call her insane
How it could have been if not for a genetic malfunction
Forever stood still now, unable to cross the junction
Frustration and anger as life passes her by
I would take all she has so she could one day fly
As kids we would play and i would hear some nasty words that some nasty people would say
****** spastic unwanted freak
But I have always shown empathy for those ignorant and blind, pathetic and meek
She is such a massive part of me and I hope that I am for her
Each day I live with her inflictions
Together we shall overcome lifes restrictions
Thankful to her to be who I am and where I stand
The mist becomes less of a blur holding tight onto my darling sister's hand
She inspires me
She fires me
My sister, my life

Drenched in the  demons design

Clouds of confusion clear the skies for the tempest that teases

A pause,,,,,,,

The silence,,,  

Now the horror of madness falls upon those who took shelter in pain

Refuge in the refusal to give up ,get up ,and move onwards, away ,out of and into tomorrow and beyond

How the massage of the meaning soothes the insanity, breaks holes in the wall that surround

The physical the mental the whole of your idiosyncratic idealism,,,,,,,, burnt at the stake violated in its house , alone cold , nowhere to go

Down not the option as integrity does remain

This hallucination cannot sustain

The meaning , forever ,shall it be

A heart ,a mind, a savages soul,

Tamed to perfection , perfectly free

Locked in a box
In the room of a flat
On the 18th floor            
Of high rise block seven

A light shines dim
Through a dusty pane
Of forgotten social dreams

Crying for the pain
That lives in the box
Of sadness and solitude

Beauty sleeps
In a parallel dimension
The adjacent dwelling
Unprovoked
With its telepathic tendencies

Death walks in
Birth falls asleep

This air that feeds
Soothes and prolongs
It burns and rapes
All day long

Life in a single grain of sand
It can fall so easily
From an open hand
Under our feet
The reason the rhyme
Clouds disperse
Just in time
Surrounded by the sound
Of nothing but air
My life, my worries
I have no care
Immersed into the blue
My soul does shine
That grain of sand
A jagged line

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,

Is there any justice in being straight and white
No movements to release , no marches for a civil right
They are branded as the protagonists
But have their own bands of activists

As many of one colour have been historically dispossessed , abused, enslaved and slaughtered
So too have those of another creed, another history of violence, segregation and a line that has been inherently altered

As the smokescreen shimmers to a shadowy haze the enemy, the old familiar ways, are slowly appearing and brandishing their  flags , the banners they wave are now tattered and torn with time
All colours all races all ruled in the same ways, from different angles and with different measures employed and beaten into their citizens, they all are seeking the elusive means to control and command

We have no panic button for the system has no sense of responsibility, to obscure the truths behind many  a fabrication of circumstances is to coalesce and manipulate the masses,

Our fears our insecurities, our worthless thoughts, the pinnacle of a creation belonging to an unimaginative yet dominant force, a twisted band of scientists working on the fringes of reality and feeding the rich- hungry, the vein of evil that runs through the human race

We are fed the anger to feel the fear
As far as I can see this world has got worse every year
I dont know about you but I don't need any politician to give life to me
I expect  like you I just want to feel free

A world divided
by the undecided
great thinking nations
parade their pathetic explanations
and in between
where cultures clash
the disease that is sold
is just a nasty rash

A world entwined
where reality is redefined
each ruling power
builds a higher tower,
in defence of its lands
its assets, its worth,
continuing to pile higher
their ******* on our earth

A world renowned
for the loudest sound,
shattering our foundations
giving to us complex complications
we have great uncertainty
thanks to supposed great thinkers,
who sit back and ponder
why are our cities full of heavy drinkers

A world severely saturated
by a world frustrated,
a world of consumption, of immoral obesity
a world that's long forgotten , justice for humanity
a world in an horrific state of unbelievable shock
a world crumbling fast as we all chip away from the rock

the land we walk
polluted by all the wasted talk
mass graves of the innocents
they adorn our bludgeoned neon lit valleys
the politicians, the money takers and decision makers
they will continue to do as they please

The sound of peace silenced by a thousand guns at war
Silenced by a thousand voices with words they have used before
The avenues of unity and humanity, no longer do the voices explore
My heart and my soul they suffer , I bleed with the torture from within, the actions of so many I so deplore
Serenity subdued, quite conveniently quashed, the hands of the perpetrators so easily washed ,those who seek, left behind left out there in the wild the bleak, voiceless and destitute, forever free,and forever resolute
The sound of peace is the noise of those  who endure, those whose thoughts lean towards pure, maddened by the monstrosity of life with its parade of parasites, a disease with no cure, the sound of white noise  to keep peace from your door
The sound of peace the crying of an orphan child, a refugee before he's turned three, the politics of peace in the land of his father, is the sound of desolation, a way to dampen and eradicate the sound of inspiration, this sad child knows only a sound so wild, the sound of a land viciously *****, and from its pavements of beggars, streets of vagrants , it can never be scraped.
The sound of our sovereignty, the sound of our ruling state, the sound of a cash machine, the sound of another devious deal declared, into the dark hours of deceit the sound of brokers exchanging gifts as they fictitiously negotiate
The sound of our country, the sound of our victory, the sound of our old dying in care homes fit only for dying rats, the sound of the nhs run by pompous over paid blood ******* fat cats, as patients and nurses suffer, they continue to help each other, the sound of our great land, whispers and secret deals with the upper echelons who have always had the upper hand,
The sound of now , this modern age , the sound of your child crying at 42, faced with a torture of finance , a restraint of  existence and excess responsibility, no reason to be no reason to do, more so than ever a slave to the wage that seems to furnish so much more for others, you can only sit by and listen to the sound of brothers killing brothers
Our greatest new age noise the suicide inducing tremor of look at what we have created and how it is so silent those who turned out as the great gift of capitalism was celebrated, silent if it were not for the greatest noise you can hear, it grows and grows void of any past fabled fear

Lost inside a twisted mind
Twisted thoughts rendering man blind
For my sanctuary so unkind
The distraction of inert reaction
Helps thoughts to find
The release
Onto a single piece
A parchment thin , a canvass vast
Pain and virtue, in stone are cast
And the twisted mind of idealistic incantations
It can rest amidst the failure of false functions
The time when instinct is your only pleasure
And salvation is served in such a tiny measure

What you want, and what you get,
haven't managed to come together yet,
there's crossed wires, there's misinterpretation,
a mass of misguided expectation

What you get falls short of acceptance,
brings on an obsession with reluctance,
searching and fighting for the golden prize,
the one you stare at with clouded eyes

What you want has regressed
all that's left has never impressed,
you came, you saw, and walked straight out
nothing there really to write him about

To find a way to, perfectly ,,
think with feet fixed terra firmly
where days simply blend
and your mind doesn't twist and bend
no daft excuses with eyes glazed
awaken and be blindly amazed

What you want and what you get,
some of us haven't figured it out yet,
want not for much
and surprise shall become your greatest friend,
want just for wants sake
and you shall wait until the want for an end

I have no patience, worn away by time my resistance to retaliation now spirals into an unannounced era,

That selfish streak we inherited at birth  rears its fractured facade, rising high above my shadowed frame

Not just a lifeless machine but an entity of experience , a system of stimulation, the viscosity of the visuals  the nectar that soothes

But the light and sound can become just a bit too much, a responsibility this golden gift, bringing at times its own psychological rift

Something you hear, something you spy, burning your retinas, setting fire to your sanity,

But the calm must remain, the steady ebb and flow cannot be turned into a tempest, a beast of broken hearts , as war rages and smoke tarnishes blue skies, the sunset inside shines prolific, the smile of  innocence, always so erratic

Love lost is a memory made
A smile awakens as the tears fade
Time together short, but explosive
Hard though as love is so intrusive
We ran , we discovered , we left quite abrupt
And now my thoughts you have managed to corrupt
I see so much more of you these days, pity that its only in the memory made

To write, is to ignite, to infuse, and perhaps refuse
To deny the reason of the powers that be
To define the reason of you and me
To inspire
And maybe even douse the fire

Words of wisdom, words of rhyme
Words that speak of our current time
The problems of humanity
The problems of control
Words of insanity
Words of profanity

Profound rage
Incarcerated onto the page
Your soul it is not up for sale
Break the spell
With words of your own tale
Write to incite, to excite, to rejuvenate
Write forever to diminish the perpetuation  of hate,

Write to *******, paralyze and maim
Write to pacify, protect and tame
A language of love of peace and not war
A language to unite and take no more

Still so alone
In this crowded space
The look of love fading
From an aging face

Closer still
Till you are by my side
A distance demands
As we turn, run and hide

Life has existed
Wasted in an instance
Solitary confinement
As my preference was resistance

In awe for a split second
With the masses of majority
It seems fitting though to stand stranded
Amidst the minority

My dreams and denials dissipate from my hands
Drowning with synchronicity into the bloodstained sands
Alone the enlightened stature does  stand
Never wanting to accept the burden of all you understand

And then as I spoke
Your face
It changed
No love just hate
Animosity served
On a stone cold plate

A language unknown
Well to you it was
Either that
Or suddenly you are deaf
My words  bounce back
And with those you offer
I find myself
Under attack

You have a blatant disregard
For all that I am
No respect
For all that you loved
The bitterness that prevails
Sets the wind in our sails

Enchanted I was
But your magic has become
Just an acidic illusion
Our time maybe spent
We came we went
A reality now
Bred free from confusion

Black holes in our black souls
The apparent dictation of darkness has demands
Brush strokes thicken as anger and depression merge on the sea of prosperity
From so much gain there runs a path of two car crash societies
The more we sing dance and indulge in our delights, then so many more shall wait outside in the pouring rain, sodden in defeat, rusting with age,
Monolithic silence fills our empty worthless chambers, electronic obesity feeds our deformed dimensions, our cold fragile hearts, grafted to the  glaciers,,
Black holes in our black souls
Charred embers drench the walls
Suffocation came about as toxins breathed became the diet to provide to sustain
We evolved but evolution has left us behind, and in its fiery tail we scrape an existence, only its a disturbance,
White noise wisdom surrounds , played to unwanting ears in unfamiliar sounds,
Black holes in our black souls, crazy freaks with their hands on the controls, and all the while , we sit dribbling, with a strange smile

My greatest challenge
The infernal, it is eternal
It destroys as I breathe
As I perceive,
I can only await
As the end shall never be
A chartered territory .

My thoughts
These demons
These words on paper,
Event horizon
Shocking and distinct
The reward is you are extinct

I shall perish by my hand of insignificance
I shall leave amidst strong resistance
All this could so easily change
If it all could so easily rearrange
As definitive as day
As nonchalant as night
I live in my crazed way
I live never blinded
By the saturated sight

But these days shall fade
I will lose all I've made
My mind can no more twist
As the torture can not insist
I will find the path to release
And all around there shall be peace

Am I a black man in a white mans skin
Am I  the fire that comes from within
Am I to be held responsible for my cultures catalogue of sin
I have no idea of where my history does begin

Maybe I have the wrong genitals
In possession of a body that doesn't follow natures rules
Not a mammal just reptilian with a cold beating heart
Still not knowing where my history does start

I see the same as you through my narrowing eyes
Blinded to the unknown but I can see the lust for the lies
I didn't see a heaven as I climbed high into the skies
And never found from where it was my history did rise

A cold past
Shall forever last
Your story mine
As we all walk the same line
But around us all we build that fence
Never knowing from where our history
Did commence

Your land, not your war
But who was it that let them in the back door
It was you, it was me,
Trying to set our people free
Words spoken
So easily broken

Our futures merge
Our history we should purge
What has gone we cannot forget
So let's try to embrace that which hasn't happened yet
The value of our existence
Our great resilience
To relinquish our pain and move ahead
Our history has shown that far too many have bled

I cant help thinking and feeling
We are so far down **** street that we are ******
We can write
We can sing
In all these years it hasn't changed
One thing
Slaves still sold
Great lies always told
Ammunition
The gluttony of this worlds tradition
Wars still reign
Still we are
Driven insane
We watch
We wait
We love
We hate
Our words are nothing short of humour for the dinner parties of the parasitic political wannabes
As long as power does remain
And their ways we sustain
Then may you continue to float
With a hole in your boat

Destructive the words
From a mouth with no respect
Hurt and damage from beauty
Not what I'd come to expect

Devastating
And ever so complicating
A power fuelled by love and rage
Demonstrative and demonic
Spreads and takes hold
Like a disease, bubonic

No cure no relief
Yet in its talons we unite
Consumed with passion
One spark to ignite
A flip side
Where tears are dried
Pain solidifies
I see your name in the stars, in the skies

So hard to deter from a path
Where love rules like a wrath
We collide, we combine
We swim in the divine

Being so vain just drives me insane
This obsession of appearance
Physical interference
Sad for me to think
That this is all that you think
Really just bowing down
To the normality of your crazy town
Being so vain,
Drives me insane
Another orange face clutching a clutch bag  swagging a wayward comedic dance
Locked in the dismissive illusion that has you spineless , and in a trance
No worries with caring
But is it really your insecurities you need to be sharing
Patchwork quilts adorn our high streets
The pain of who you are
Has you self harming and  your vanity is just helping to disguise the scar
Nothing like a good bit of Disruptive Pattern Material to fool the enemy
I suppose for some it must just be a camouflaged reality

Some folk they look at me like I'm a kind of freak
I'm not an alien, just half Greek
Do I not fit into your idealistic world of uniformity
Just like every other one of us on this planet I hold my own position of exclusivity
You stare and you don't care
You judge with animosity and angst
Your nose turns to the north
The look of disgust written all over your face
I think I'm quite presentable and hopefully not a burden to your visuals
Maybe at dawn we can meet and share 10 paces and pistols
I know I don't fit in, I'm not what you might call your average dude
But a simple good morning would raise spirits and i wouldn't think you were being so ******* rude
We all are different but there are so many who cannot accept individuality
To be the same is to copy , it is to emulate so as to always feel for your existence that you have security
Outside of your totalitarian ways
The tree lined avenues I walk are lit by sunny days
I smile and you cant, for the Botox and bodge jobs have ironed out your emotions
Take my name off your list , and don't keep me in mind when its time for promotions

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

I'm leaving this place,"

Said the smile upon my face,

"I've made you happy for far too long, you dont need me now to make you strong"

"Will I see you again ?, my dear honest compadre, "

No response, gone , not for good though ,

Off to help another with this shambolic show

Its down to me , myself and my strength in the face of the depression that consumes all around

Its down to me, to show humility, have the honour and the compassion to help my life reverberate with a healthy sound

I saw on the news

The smile like a virus had spread to help eradicate the blues

Whole country's now full of elation

Around the world being adopted into folk lore like a long lost relation

I was proud, I stood  to attention, took the salute

My smile was now yours , pain and sorrow replaced by laughter

And like a fairytale , a dream of living happily ever after

The noise of footsteps quickens, with haste I run, but time is chasing me down this one way street

As smart as a fox I am in and out of every nook and cranny, the flood of the inevitable hot on my heels

Each moon passing hails another suns birth, the more you witness the more you question your worth

From boy to man with no set plan, the compass has no needle, the waypoint , the marker, just keep on forwards motion until the days are longer and darker

The last ditch attempt to try and apprehend has me hiding behind a long grey beard, a cane to aid and a shuffling of every weary stride

That long lasting sleep it beckons, it claws at my heartbeats as they fade to a lone bugler, the procession, the flowers, a youthful smile to hail a new awakening

Away from dreams
Away from reality and its schemes
Far from the realm of irrational interpretation
Far faraway on an emotional diversion

Just for a day
To be a different way
Taste a different air
To have no reason
No reason to care

This noise that deafens
A noise obscure
The sound that softens
A peace so pure
The maddening crowd
Of this future is so loud
Incoherent , ignorant
And foolishly proud

Away from dreams
Falling apart at the seams
From tempest to tranquillity
From complex chaos to simplicity

It is written, it is said, that locked inside every tiny head, is intrigue wonder and awe
but we haven't quite managed to evolve from off the forests floor
We have challenged and defeated, some ideas so narrow and conceited,
but still we forage, we fight, we squander, sitting in huddled packs sipping intoxication as we poignantly ponder
With immeasurable intellect we have managed to cosmologically dissect, quarks and strange sparks, gravity in black holes at an event horizon,
in the minefield that is the humans and their psychological gymnastics display we haven't really turned out anything much surprising,
our form , our structure, our natural physicality's we are most definitely compromising
As tantalising as it may feel to believe that from the caves and carnivorous ways we have moved , leapt boundless bounds into what would appear to be stratospheric realms of discovery,  I personally feel no celebrations passing my gloomy way as I still see a world of horror, **** , ****** , torture, and abuse, you will see me smile when I hear no more of anguish, see no sights to turn my stomach, and to never again speak of just how disgusting the taste of modern mayhem has become

Its like a theory
And I can't take it too seriously
My resistance
To an existence
A life of blind deaf and dumb
From my toes upwards, slowly numb

People rushing away with thoughts
of how we should be organised
into containerised species
Nothing better
than your own choice of incarceration
and a menu full
of Michelin five star rated faeces

A box of goodies,
all labelled quite clearly,
'this ones not for you, please pick again'

So as the world invents the reason to define,
as they give to us purpose
via a responsible methodical
tried and tested path
I will endeavour on my own ,
pay as much attention to the system
as it pays to me,
and remember to always
smile and laugh,

In-between the spiral that surrounds
I hear distant solidifying sounds
A life set in stone
A life lived in a distorted monotone

The clouds they devour
I am sodden from their acidic shower
Melting my skin into elasticity
No escape from the complexity

The hairs on my hand
Vertical they stand
A look in the mirror, nothing there
One last look to know if I care

Shattered into submission where insecurity shines
Around my frame the fragmented fury entwines
I cannot laugh, I cannot speak
Motivation has become antique

The fading glory shimmers to a tepid stream of unsympathetic solitude

Love
Poetry
Lifes lived
The gift of voice
The power of thought
Inside the dream of an impossibility forever caught
The sky shines pollution
The sea saturates the solution
A heart has stopped
Its blood runs thin
Your eyes hide the horror that resides within
You laugh and cry to redeem emotions
All the time wasting time, till time ticks no more
Shadows breathing suction under a closing door
Love, life, death,  all the memories and poetry in-between
The stories of, our stormy scene

Before its too late
Just, close the gate
Go out no more
Try to ignore
The burn inside

The days have been long
Yet the years have been wasted ,
In a flash,
Dreams were scarpered
Anxieties were harboured
The obvious became the reality,
The disintegration of a destiny
On a parchment thin


In the middle I stand
Answers I hold
In each weary hand
The pain of habit persists
It's ways entice and insist

Reserve is empty
A countdown ticks
Forget auto pilot
And any more kicks
It's been a while
No longer does my friend
Make me smile
A great fissure in my armour
Awaiting trial by karma


So take no more
Self satisfying harm
You know
That long ago
It lost it's charm
That intensity has quelled
To a monolithic stature
A soft hum of annoyance has replaced
That rhythmic revolutionary rapture

The burn inside
Try to ignore
Go out and search no more
Just close the gate
Before it is too late

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

Deprived, deprived
Don't really know how I've survived
Oxygen bleeds
Contaminates the seeds
Sanity removed
Early on it was proved
It has no place and bears no relevance
When filling your time with reluctance

Shimmer, shimmer
The line is hazy,
The line grows thinner
Tolerance provoked
Ownership revoked
This cavern surrounds
Release the hounds

Turmoil is tempting
Boredom has you sweating
The ritualistic religious
Fed intravenous
A social collapse
As wisdom takes on an indefinite relapse

Despair, despair
Thick and heavy everywhere
Assisted happiness
A man in a dress
A man in a suit,
Tailored to fit
Poised to sit at the table of dysfunction
To alleviate is to negotiate
Give over your name
Join the freeze frame

Sever your heart to secure a release
Or risk the loss of every piece
The food you eat
The air you breathe
Sent to feed
But also used to deceive

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 ***** ******

I am here and you are there
Between us there really is no reason
To care or share
You have yours and i have mine
A simple arrangement that works fine
But soon your ways
They blight my days
They impose on my freedom
Causing me anguish and pain
Your irrelevant ideals
Swimming in the insane
Your demands are not met
Anger I detect
Aggression comes next
As you try to define your reason
But towards the stability of humanity
Your crime is treason
All you perceive
It can be all that you are wiling
To believe
But with narrowed minds
And blinkered vision
We shall continue to destroy
The dream of unity
And any peaceful transition

A world watching a world collapsing
Its subjects frantic, its leaders as nonchalant as ever
Lifeless apparitions walk ghost- like through the mystery that surrounds
Time never heals, its parasitic preference just feeds on the time you have left

A world watching a broken world crying
The screams are ignored, the pain is recycled
Communities and cultures crash , their traditions now mythical teachings
Borders barriers, walls,  impenetrable as ever

A world watching charity consume
Its sticky little fingers stuck to the wealth of benevolence
As another dies another wallet bulges
Overpaid and overweight presides over starvation and misery

A world watching the  deconstruction of a worlds basic desire to exist in peace
The immense magnitude and diversity of intellect has only scratched the surface of a world that watches us as we make our mark , unperturbed and as always smiling the world awaits another race

You can keep your God, I hope you serve this entity well, and when your final curtain starts its sudden drop, I hope they are there for you,
How will you know when you have reached your destination, will the way be marked or will you just be again, scrambling around in the dust and grime of forgotten fantasies
If there is to be an image , an apparition that awaits, will you ask them for ID, how will you know if this is not just another con artist, sitting and waiting for unsuspecting prey
When your eyes close, never to open, will you just lie there and presume that someone is coming, your number has been called but you grew up waiting, you lived life waiting, and so it would seem in death you shall wait
Seems like a whole load of faith for something that in reality based ideologies seems all too absurd
The pursuit of a predestined existence to accomplish the ultimate goal for which you have to provide the ultimate sacrifice, seems to be one of the greatest gambles a sane human being would want to undertake, a life rooted firm in stories and myths
It would seem a whole heap easier to accept the only resolution for us all on this planet and move forward knowing that we are all the same, from where it begins to where it ends the human race will all share the same fate
This for me is the only way to get on and sort our indifferences out, pave a future of forgotten histories , a time of peace where mankind embraces life and not death, every waking person lives with the facts of the existence of now and not some distant time away
All of our problems, socially and globally are firmly based around our desires and passion to believe beyond belief that we are here for some other celestial reason, we have scarred this place we call home, we have packed ourselves up and journeyed down a path of spiritual insurrection, we have segregated the world and it has all been for our selfish and dire faiths

Is there a McDonalds in heaven
Or has Starbucks stolen the slot
Does Microsoft truly rule the world
And are you wondering if a pizza chain wants to buy your burial plot

You are my summer sun, and I am your winter rain
You give to me so much happiness, all I can muster is a lot of pain
Those tiny specks of disturbance, the ones that make your eyes glare
I'll take the credit for them, of which you like to make me fully aware
Your cocktail of love, beauty and serenity, tainted by a bad tasting uninspired spirit
Your tolerance, your compassion, your benevolence, I test them to the limit
Maybe I should run that long mile
Everytime you smile
Leave you in that place where you are creative, happy and carefree
A place I now fear has no room for a guy like me

thick and heavy in the sunlit air, the melancholic sharpness of uncertainty

splicing through the impenetrable blue skies of content contamination
confusion hot on its fiery tail, obnoxious with it's absurdity

more frightening though, is it's complexity

steadfast with its evolution, a mutated gene moving with us through our  tumultuous times

taken now as a way of life, where your decisions made, in someone else's game they are played

When sorrow no more calls and sadness evaporates
The sun that lay silent shall once again rise
Time slows
Love grows
Solitude loses it's leaves
My heart believes

Imagination
Doesn't choke
on social contamination
It's wings unfurl and the inspired tone is resurrected
A smile
Then a laugh
A content vein of serenity lines a drunken revelry

The anger that consumed now just a conspiracy
A long drawn out preposterous theory
A monster has fallen
His defeat
It tasted sweet
And in the crisp lucid air
A soul begun to climb from despair

The world wants to see,
a failure made of me,
a person who just blurs into the distant beyond, conveniently from this planet decides to abscond,
by whatever means, with honour and pride,
taking with me septic schemes,
my reincarnation of despondent dreams,
intrepid aspirations,
idealistic idiosyncracies of a profound desire of peace unity and blissful silence for a saddened and maddened world of white noise,
chaotic confusion reigns,
our souls it employs

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

I can live in a world
where your God does rule
And if I am one of those brandished a fool
But can you live a world void
Of all the faith you have employed
Where we are here
Truly alone
And humanity not piety
Sets the common tone

I can live with your fears
Your preconceptions
But how would it be
If you were  free
Of all of your discerning deceptions
Could you survive
Would your dignity take a dive
Could you embrace the flamboyant
Or would it all become so abhorrent

The risks of reason
The tricks of treason
We all can become too attached
To the ideals our lives have hatched
Tangent away from a unified vision
Settling for nothing more than our selfish disposition

We can remember our history
But it should not be the way we choose to continue
We can live together
If we share an experience not based around
A biased point of view
Yes to the freedom of expression
But no to it's parasitic self righteous procession
If this world were divine
Then it wouldn't be yours
And it wouldn't be mine
It would be ours
And we all would shine