Beyond the sight of normalities plight there is a realm so deep
The animals know it but they don't show
For they are humble peeps
They strive back and forth to sustain their life force
To **** and eat and repeat until there bodies lay down in defeat
They return as wind and mould mountains on their adventure Home
Rejoice from the sauce until they live again and again
And again and again and .....
Back to the never ending dance of eternal creation
Fulfilling itself by getting to know its self
Knowing All by knowing One

I live on the coast where the fighting is at most
The Caribbean looks pretty **** up close
I still kept the postcard, its still in my wallet
I wished I didn't have it, preferable lost it

Losing it now
Mind slipping from manual coordination
Violence associated with my everyday vocation
Anything
Goes
Everything's
Going
When you cant feel
When the wounds don't heal
Its going to keep growing

Is their something else we should be knowing by now
Like what's the average time for a mass homicide to take place
On an army base
To be honest
I don't want to see figures
I can produce facts
I'l show you what it really means to make an action-man crack

Mid way through my kebab last night
You would not have guessed what had caught my sight
A diamond coin that stood out like my thumb
After hitting it with a hammer while DIY for my Mum
It was not the ordinary type
A side portrait of a reptilian *****
It was circular
But it wasn't shiny
It looked *****
But it wasn't grimy
It gave me the feeling of fools
Gold
But with the reassurances of a diamond that hadn't been
Sold

I took it home
I took it home
I swear I took it home!
"Must be with the fairies dear,They'l know"
"You can knock on there little door the next time you go
*** the quicker you shut up the less time you'l be out in the Snow"
Fine
Condemn me
But when I find it
You'l love me
If you don't believe me
You can't trust me
Don't see it now
You don't know me

Adiós I'm
Gone
Into the snow I'l
Run
To the kebab house I'l
Go
By the tall pavements under mounds of snow
where the fairies live and the diamonds do grow

You looked good up against that night club wall
It was half past 3 maybe quarter to 4
The black velvet tights
The cropped up hair
The short t-shirt
The 'I see through you' stare
I couldn't see you
It was getting foggy in the car
Turn down the heating
Arr there you are
I didn't know how to approach
What shall be said
I'm a middle aged man
Should be tucked up with my wife in bed
I shouldn't be fondling around in the shadows
******* on steering wheels
What am I doing - what the **** am I doing?!
Maybe a drive by
A wink of the eye
Get the back seat love
We'l be there in 5
But I don't know and I never really have
Always wanted to know thou been feeling sad
Sick of repetition
The food that I eat
The ***** that I drink
The things that I speak
Why has it come to this
A car park full of mist
Looking for things that I'v already missed
I'l be heading back then
To the wife and kids
And that little Shiatsu dog that I'd rather not exist
But it makes my wife happy and that's all that really matters
Whether I'm changing the nappies or getting rid of the clappies
Its all that really matters

A year out a year away I yearn for freedom far away
Far away far beyond to the place where cars go bomb
I would have joined the boys at the bar
But instead I’m off to join Hezbollah

When I arrived I jumped the cue
The bulletproof Jeep was waiting for me to
The rifles round the waist the men at the door
I had funny feeling telling me I had gone to far
Did I really just leave home to come this place
To join Hezbollah and their CIA mates?

Its all happening so fast I said after my first fast
What’s with the black robes and the cotton face masks?
Can I not just watch do I have to do?
Who are these mercenaries we have here to?
I hope you got my message amongst the blah de blah
In the letter I sent you from Hezbollah

I was lost but now I’m found mum, Iv been shown around
On the back of an armour plated Volkswagen I was driven around
I saw the desert slums, the graveyard pits
But the road was greasy from oil slicks
I was told iv grown up I was that I’m a star
I think I might stay here for a while with Hezbollah

It was goats knee that was fed to my face
Three days before I was to leave this place
Because I was chosen and I’m a star
White upper-class turned Hezbollah
Chosen amongst many to do what few will do if any

It was an open invitation on a Facebook group conversation

So to this night I say goodnight, till tomorrow and the good fight
I will not die in vain my pain shall be relieved with fame
I’l see you soon my ma and pa thanks to my savour Hezbollah