Forget never

Tenderness is all I can give to you
A touch of my hand to stop the blues
A sympathetic look knows I have felt that way too
I want to hold you in my arms all night through
I wandered out in the world and listened to voices new
I was a child but now a man of simple wants it's true
I opened my eyes and cried a tear for the child that grew
What a white cloud that covers the faults inside me and the morning dew.

Freedom sound

I was looking for freedom and Lord it could not be found
I went to look in Cities and roamed from town to town
Freedom is the rarest of the like we will ever see as on desert boots we pound and pound
Sleep on the edge of midnight and keep away everything that may surround
To dream is to be fully aware and awake to images and mind processes that change the way you feel and then when you come close you awaken to listen to a very special sound
Trouble isn't trouble until trouble is all around

Fulcrum

There are so many things wrong
I can't see because the light is too strong
When I walk it's not like when I was young
I can't hear because I'm too highly strung
The window is of my past as the edges are torn
The daylight dims and the night comes along
I started to sing a simple little song to remember and what always comes
The bird flew away and there was a terrible storm I just stayed and watched the sea rolling on
Eventually I realised the stars in the night sky had all but gone
I shed a tear then flew to a place were my body could lay right down then suddenly the morning light came and shone
I can see quite clearly and hear the waves back where it begun.
The circles had reached fulcrum.

Ghosts that have lived and now become just an open window to the past.

I could hear the voices talking to me inside my head
Telling me of things that I didn't notice while I slept in bed
The clock alarms at the same time and lights go on in bathrooms just like in any others house instead
The children are still dreaming of fantasies that the day before the sun was shining and children go where angels fear to tread
I remember the boy next door it must be 35 years or more when we would play together on our patch of land as pirates on ships or soldiers in tanks we drove our Tonka trucks till tea time and our mothers called out and we'd go in to eat our daily bread
I lived in a house above another house which made my house an upstairs flat and I remember a big room with a fire place and couches and a big window that could see all the other houses then eating my tea I would drink some orange pop then it was getting dark and in my bedroom the corridor lead
I would stay up late and watch the woods across the back of our flat as the noise of birds settled down and cats and dogs chased each other and the pillow gently hit me on the head.

Grasp

All the leaves are travelling north
Make small tornados with strong winds along the path
Energy circling like the hands of time all around us happens so fast
Sometimes gives notions of birds in motion flying home after all at last
A season of dark nights are coming with long shadows that stretch and cast
A ship on the seas flies it's flag as battering waves try to sink her and her mast
Wild like a banshee she tears down trees then come the floods angry not to have appeased the power aghast
It all starts with a single spinning jenny on a sole tree that drops and flies as the light breeze grasps.

Green dream .


It's all about you little child smiling with glee
It's all about me being bold and playing the drum out loud
Why can't we see why can't we see
We live on the ground and we wear shoes to move us around
We go to places that we've never seen and at night we might dream yes we might dream of where we have been
You know what you've seen
You know where you have been
But in your mind it's not how it seemed in your dream
It's all about you and what did it mean
It's all about me and my eyes are attracted to green attracted to green attracted to green.

Heart and soul

I just want to get away for a few days a few days
Walk along the beach and watch the skies turning into blue let the sun blaze the sun blaze
Maybe a meal as the sun goes down I sail adrift on the ocean sound of the waves the waves
Look up now the night just shrouds like a blanket and the people crowd then the music plays the music plays
It begins to get a little cold so I sail my ship to another coast and these are the best nights sleeping under the stars where today turns into tomorrow we all just dream away we all just dream in different ways.

Horizon

Red smoke is rising
confusing all I can see
Brain cells igniting
Tumbling rocks for debris
All the children are fighting
Teach them not to believe
All the birds are flying
Because we've burned down the trees
Hollow caves are frightening
Shelter what we retrieve
The ships in the sea are capsizing
The sky is black like the cloak of a thief
There is no returning
The new world is forming and the mind calms as I watch in relief.

Hypocrite

The food just tastes just like before
All the stars were shining but not for me anymore
I have stepped through many doors
Seen the worst a mind can ever explore
The devil came for me that night to drag me down to return never to sunshine as I sweat on the floor
The Egyptians knew that time was the eternal soul and to dis-obey meant purpose for what was it for
Memories are kept inside your mind and soon till the end of time so build the highest tombstones and you will know what work the Egyptians sought to see and saw
Small thoughts become big ideas and sometimes to prove it takes a thousand maybe two thousand years and humans can only explain with mathematical facts and an understanding of awe
The madness of a genius mind comes close and sometimes finds secrets to explain even amongst Eden the great distraction then finds the distraction was the biggest secret to explain why and who and the contradictions of it all.

I am the sea
Vast expansive me
They are the rocks
forever eroding stops
I am the sea
Depths of a degree
Upsurge of volcanic magma
Do la do la do la
I am the sea
Escape it free
Sun burns on the beach
Try to teach
I am the sea
State my plea
Nothing but fuel below us
Smoke filled sky must
Eye am the see

I can't help what I see
I have seen death and disease
I have seen hunger and greed
I have seen animals shot for no other reason that they breathe
I have seen wood cutters and falling down trees
I have seen mountains rise out of the ground and clouds below the highest degree
I have seen babies born and my mind prayers for them to see clearly
Everyone has a purpose but I am chained to my past and no one has the key
I wish I could end this poem without thinking of how better life could be
I lost hope and faith in humanity now all I see I don't want to except me........except me

I found hope

This was the last letter I wrote
Swimming in the sea or floating on a boat
In the frozen wilderness wearing a big coat
sacrifice your self do not **** the goat
Red and gold silk sheets under which I spoke
I said yes and a woman looked for me with hope
Where are you now probably on your knees thinking you can cope
I'm still sailing across the ocean to tropical climates Island anchor tie the rope
Sitting drinking coconut and *** sends me to sleep and dream of yellow fish making bubbles as my toes float
I'm playing my guitar hoping that something makes the right notes
I can see monkeys on the rocks dancing  and I laugh and carry on playing as drums start and parrots clear their throats
An Elephant starts to rap and it sounds dope

I have the Key


Where there is no sense of responsibility then there is no meaning
To not understand how another human feels is inhumane
To live a life without knowing something so fundamental is parental mis treating
People today are only worth what they mean to others which sickens me to disdain
The world is evolving into a society of law makers and law breakers and you have to ask your self everyday which are winning
Conditioning to a way of life is the norm and doors being closed and locked for the dis respected and poor can only complain

Immerse


Mad wild night amongst the stars that shine in our eyes only to reflect the beauty of the Earth
When born and aware of such beauty the ugly truth of a society makes for tragedy and misconceptions from your first birth
In my mind I could not find such stories of which I've read of evil doings and of theft of ones identity stripped of any worth
We are slaves to masters given the rights to the souls of legions of warriors whose only sense is to serve the hounds of hell that lay beside the only reality greed the curse
As I see so shall I do for the obvious betrays the unintelligent born unequal through education only taught to the quick and nimblest of brains then give rise to an evolution of drones or worse
A child will be born again some day just like Earth in many ways but one thing will be different that water and food we will not need to survive for we will be immortal to roam all the stars and planets and forever immerse.

Indian mask

Indian face mask made from metal that has rust
Orange and brown and bits of black that turns to dust
A face weathered by years of sand and rain winds ******
An episode of  déjà vu  where everything is faster speeding like the earths crust
A snake turns in circles to confuse the prey and poisons the leg with massive teeth survive it must
Like the earth changing from one ******* to another with a rush
Eyes wide open and a mouth full lipped with hair as red as a burning bush

Invention

The Eagle soars above in the light blue skies
I am tied to the floor by gravity but imagination allows my mind clemency to disguise
What fine intelligence is capable of anything that can encapsulate an idea so large and yet so simply wise
Nature is the answer to all dreams and a place that can **** you with billions of spies
Nature nurtured us till the animal became a human and now all I see are humans with an animal instinct but the instinct is leaving us till the animal dies

I saw heaven and it tasted like honey from the bees.


A snow capped mountain trickles down and makes a river and travels to the Sea
My eyes are caught by a fountain that makes a rainbow and I wash myself because I never have been so ***** and yet I'm clean
Clouds wrapped around me like a curtain and I'm as high as a man can be
Do you feel it right because I've been searching for him and God knows he found me
If you can see the light well let the light shine into me please
I have travelled miles and miles and miles to taste the honey from the Bumble Bees
You girls know what I'm talking about so don't pretend and let me be teased.

A great golden bell hangs in the middle of a piece of sacred ground
Under a large temple far from civilisation as we know only the sound
There are walls made from boulders of the mountains that surround
They keep the secrets of their people safe and outside is a ghost of empty promises never to be found
The people know to live and keep healthy as only others can destroy and have no bounds
I travelled such a long way to find this place and hear for my self the Bell astound
When I am taken to be washed clean in petals of orange ,yellow, red and white for purity of discovery all around
I am painted black like a empty vessel with eyes yet to see and hear the sound of the bell pound
The time was midnight and the bell was struck , all of it's knowledge came right through me and the flowers smiled floating along a brook,I know of peace and tranquillity and became a faith healer always to wear black and hold dear to me the time I was found.

Know .

Travel through a door in your mind to the place you'd most like to be
Transport all you ever were to this place and try to live the way you wanted to see
I find my self in a city that miracles can happen and will do if you do the right thing at the right time that is the secret of every living creature encapsulated by me
You can go back to the place you begun but once you've found this place you may correct history and live the story that you go to sleep at night and dream
A conundrum is life,s way of telling you a story of your whole life but deciding to tell you from the end when reality is sometimes more than a man wants to glean
Choose a path that has been already chosen for you as a meal already made to eat and the enjoyment is more satisfying or less and that is decided by your character for life in mean.

Clear water flowing down river gently
Lemon yellow horses

The sun seems to just fall off the edge of the world mentally
Clay walls are all around us watching every movement constantly
There is a dark green serpent with large yellow eyes floating languidly
Choosing which of us he wants to eat but if you stroke him on the head he will treat you cautiously
The river yawns and turns enthralls and carries mysteries that are legendary
Soon we reach our camp for the night and dreams of masks that are painted white protect me from evil spirits and perhaps us them equally
Swimming closeness hair like lemon yellow roses then look up at the diamond stars that shine and race like a million racing horses come quietly

Letter

So many things have changed mostly not for better
Still aching inside with pain because I'll love inside forever
Like a lion stuck in his small cage dying every day but never
I see the sparkle in your eyes like blue diamonds cut and clever
You are the one I hold to in my dreams as I endeavour
For a thousand years I'd run for you until the bridge I cross is our river
Tonight I look at the full moon and it's still you I write this letter

Light we never will truly see

The moth hit the lamp light three times and I decided to turn it off
The damage we do to our bodies searching for light when it's darkness we feel most comfortable with
Understanding the human condition then you must go back 40,000 years or more
We are born of beasts made to act like beasts when forced
Deny our ancestry and burdon your self with too many questions to answer
If animals we were meant to be then animals we should act but the irony is knowing that fact
Romanticising the truth of the history of man and beast run very close together
The ultimate kindness is to all die of a virus leaving the world to re-energise and maybe a kinder animal will develop to become a new leader with vision for light to further our growth of what we call a brain.

Little boy hurt his head.


Reluctantly he was found quite dead
A mothers shoe had hit him on the head
Don't blame her that was all we said
It could have happened when he was alone in bed
He cried all night and the street lights were all orange red
The night was cold as the window was open and he couldn't reach the ledge
He fell off the little chair and very badly bruised his leg
Played on the floor till the sun came up and was rushed and fed
The poor little boy had to go everywhere she lead
That night he did not come home but had gone instead.

Live by the Sword and die by the Sword

Is n't the world filled with remorse while silently your going insane in your head
A new way of living is to work with your anger and ****** some one important instead
A sinister calling is preferred and the next morning you read a note from your son that says he is glad that he's dead
The fact is that it's everyone's fault but no one will admit it for dread
Even the most intelligent people in the world are ignorant of some things like not making bombs that can **** the human race and a sword has a double edge

Lives end.


The twisted path of our lives end
We wander around this planet looking for something to mean our path leads somewhere purposeful when they don't we realise we had nothing to defend
I can do almost anything with my life but when it comes right down to it I haven't got the inclination to find myself hating what I have come to comprehend
The man that walks free from this world is the shadow that leaves us to shine in the stars and listens to every conversation that has been from the beginning to our natural end.

Lost

Let the birds sing out loud
Let the sun just cover over me
Let the rivers be so proud
Let the land give honest work for me
Let the children laugh out loud
Let the flowers blossom in gold to green
Let us live without the lost and the lost never found in a crowd.

Lucidity

Slips down your fingers like a woman you undress
I know the feeling well and it's coming I guess
Asleep for a while of dreams that I can never confess
Motionless and happy for a while with the life I've been blessed
To see things how they could be if only I had money and a desk
Running from ones self is a journey of life and of deaths
Turn around and go back but you can't so you give it a rest
I'm sitting right here in the house that I love the best
So don't come around here because I'll send God to give you the final test.

Marionette

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings
Serpants smiling squirming savage stings
A hope for justice as the pendulum swings
You're in the arms of dark angels that sing

Coarsing through your blood is acid
The road now you walk a different passage
Woman born of the masses
Take all charge and learn to savage

The strings are cut as she thinks better of it
Wading through cat **** and smelling dog ****
Left burning beside the road is a pigs body and a black leather outfit
She smokes a cigarette her only habit

Mind travel

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat?
Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat
I give to you a pebble to make it real for when you wake it will be in your hand to make this journey complete
You are on a hillside in a place where you have never been before but familiarity is in the mind to meet
You see long flowing grass and butterflies of all colours reflecting a rainbow in your blue eyes and a field of strawberries you can eat
Realise that this place is for you and forever you can come here to walk peacefully without the worries of normality of dullness and defeat
A windmill so large its sails are as big as a street
A robin red breast sits on your shoulder while you eat bread together on a bench whilst watching a monkey play the drums to a beat
Subtle colours become so bright your eyes are compelled to take them in as if to first greet
Is this the real life I want instead of living in a dimension meant for scholars who happily walk a road made of tar and concrete?
I can walk on rubber sausages in my slippers over mountains and collect some bananas from South America and go to the corner shop for some custard and sweets
I have shown you the door now all you need to do is relax on a white billowy cloud and rest your feet
Look and open your hand and you can still see the pebble but you must believe in your mind what is right and always listen to your heart because your soul is flying fleet

Monkey

Still silence heart pumping blood circulating around the body and mind
No movement trapped in a dream of a magical kind
Colours are so clear they fill up my senses so many you'll find
I watch Chinese movies because I like to look at eloquence written with a single stroke you can change what is in front of you and also behind
Fluidity wends and winds not to confuse but to mimic your life full of destiny untold limits of incredible signs
The philosopher would say learned but I say intelligence breeds people to link building blocks which combines
When dreaming something somewhere is influencing and to influence is to rule so create as many choices possible and be the monkey who climbed

Mrs Little Spider.




spinning little spider making all your webs;

you make em coz you're hungry then you make some baby little eggs.

what's wrong little spider you're looking very old;

your children have all grown up but you look sad sitting on the window sill gettin chilly and cold.

settle down little spider I'm sure you know that life to you is held so very dear;

and when you go to heaven you know that your children and I will shed a little tear.

so good night little spider with your spindly little legs;

I've enjoyed your company very much and thank you for keeping the flies away with your beautifully symmetrical perfect spinning webs.


Goodbye............................. Mrs Little spider.

My friends embarrassing moment.
Some people's minds whirl around all the time to make things fine
It's getting stranger all the time
It's getting stranger all the time
I sat in a suit drinking some soup with a partner of mine
As if I would be commiting a sort of crime
If I wore jeans and a T'shirt with I am trying to be different written on it ;I hope you do not mind ;
I heard the manager call the police and they said" tell him he is walking a very thin line"
Now just leave and we will be sending you in the post the attire you should be wearing if you travel and want to sit and dine"
Patronised enough I looked in the mirror of the restaurant and realised I was naked all the time and the other people did'nt like to say but your ***** is in my eye line
I was a victim of a criminal that had stripped me of my identity I find
I did a few selfies with a bottle of plonk two waiters and some spaghetti some banana custard and a piece of ham then my friend came back from the toilet and we swiftly left as he whilst peeing spilled some over the bowl and was too embarrassed so felt nothing left but to incline to leave.

Mystery

A fire lit in a cave along way from me
That's  where I want to be
Instead I'm here always wanting but never being truly free
Watching the moon circle the Earth forever linked to human history
A sacred man of thought and meaning picks only what he needs from a tree
Forever friends inside each other replenishing for the tree fruit would surely rot can't you see
Another circle within a circle one needs the other to exist like the direction that lends for journey's you may surely agree
Or are we all lost children just pretending we know when really it's life's mystery.

Never nearer


The first time I really cried and felt the fear of never having you near
I remember this so clear how loving you was so easy everytime I would hold you dear
The passages of time in every single year the spring arrives and the coldness dis appears
I forgot that things appear like the growth of trees and flowers seem to bloom as I walk along in tears
I wish I could have changed that's clear but not knowing that rainbows aren't just to remind you of different colours they also follow the rain and in sunshine they just dis appear.

New ERA

Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes
Don't you cry girl it's life that passes
Bullets shot in defense of masses
One day child they'll take their chances
There's a new voice that whispers power for fascists
England is a target ripe for clashes
Mistaken messages Ethnics gather to earn their passage
Fools who follow tread the path of ancient rampage
You make the laws then face back lashes
Freedom is a word once meant to fool the different classes
It's transition that confuses and change of chances the new era that has no colour because the world proves altogether the earth enhances.

No belief in understanding

We are more afraid of things we do not understand than the sharp edge of a sword attatched to a mans hand
There's always a man in command but it is the soldier that takes the steps into no mans land
Is it therefore that all who command **** without prejudice or are the soldiers unable to see that their lives are in another mans time is written in the sand
Whether to comprehend and make his own choice is not a humane demand but a one mans struggle with his conscience either to die aimlessly or live as a killer in a heartless world already planned

No denying who or what we are.
If there were no clocks would we really think of time
If there were only forests then trees we would climb
If there were some water then grapes together would make the wine
If there were all the animals then my conscience would be fine
If I had done my work then I would spend the rest of the day in sunshine
If all knowledge was a page away would I read it or forever be ignorant no less I guess is thine
If life was yours to give how could you take what isn't yours to understand in a simple rhyme

To be honest this poem has no meaning
I can't feel it breathing
I want to let it come out screaming
Like a child waking from dreaming
I see myself bleeding
There's something I'm not seeing
Demons are so domineering
Red Dragon forces are wielding
A Drumlack bashing and hacking
Freedom laughing
No escaping
Only living in a forest called four winds
I met a goat called Snowing
To be honest I'm going to just wander around here for a while till it gets boring.

No tomorrow

You killed me long ago
I have never felt so low
The water was drowning me but life wouldn't let me go
Some how the soul wanted to believe in hope and so
One word love had to grow and grow
I felt it knotted deep down below
A needle soothed my woe
All the world could not console my heart no tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

Now is the winter of our discontent

We are buried amongst our ancestors to lament
Yet in life we have everything but do not use it to our full extent
When young we play as we should in this world always content
You grow learning that meaning outweighs what we think we have learnt
We throw away the best of ourselves for the elders to seek acknowledgment
Then we truly realise that we have sought to find nothing but disappointment
Invent a world that you once knew and in this ambition you can rent
All your lives you know this is not how you were meant to have been to find enlightenment
The winters chill you more each year as the fire inside you dims to a flicker of fulfilment
All knowledge is inconsequential as it is when young and the fire was strong that you knew that life was meant
Now is the winter of our discontent.

Number 1

Shifting desert dunes underneath the bright reflective orange sun
It's amazing what we turn to when the sea ends we must learn to run
All we have is each other and when we gather all we do is build walls till the stillness of the night time comes
We can't fight nature because there's only one then we look around us at what we've done
Hear the beat of the drum it's in rhythm with the Earth and the numbers don't stack up because some don't add up to the sum
Something to think about when you're sitting in the sun and mathematically we shouldn't be here it's just a prime number that we are from.

Old friends

This old world has lost it's friends
Even the animals are becoming more extinct and nature cannot defend
I sit and watch a butterfly on the edge of a flowering bush it's doing it's job no credence can comprehend
We as a civilization have not protected that which means more than us and that is freedom of the soul if you can try and send
All I see is destruction covered by a sheet of lies after lie to try and keep people conformed with no vision as I write in ink forever penned
I or any man has hope for a brand new day but it's getting harder to see it my brand new friends.

On Fire

A snowflake lands on barbed wire
A world emotionless stretched by a liar
A freedom of speech when its truth we desire
A preacher can preach but I'm not for hire
A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider
A crust is earned now here is your pocket money get wiser
A monopolisation on everyone by very few rough rider
A belief is a dangerous contention when this gun is on fire

Only silence Brings

My yearning is to be a bird on a wing
Go to different places and do interesting things
Learning about other birds with similar markings
Maybe a bird that isn't bothered by any man then maybe I could call myself King of Kings
Something so beautiful was never meant to be caged like the tears that I shed that make my eyes sting
The trouble is that you have my heart and without it I will never ever sing.

Outcomes

Every time I close my eyes I think of you
Although it breaks my heart in two
When I kiss your lips for the very first time
It's like my head spinning into a world that's just yours and mine
I'm a dreamer who loves too much
I just tremble at your every touch
I want you and no one else
Forever in love with a girl that doesn't know what love is if not for her self
She is so alone but friends she's got alot
Then in dreams you have not
I wish I could dream and never stop
Just you and I holding each other you come to me
You open up like a flower orange gold and green
Show your love eternally
I know it was never meant to be
So I'll just keep dreaming

Passion


I bring you my thoughts and you can hear them on the page
I want to sit with you for a while and talk about all my rage
I let you see inside me as I sit inside my shiny cage
They won't let me out because I once stood on an empty stage
Let myself bleed and people watched as I thought it was a dying age
Nobody wants what they can't have unless it's your heart and soul that's plagued
I thought life was fun until I knew life was real and the fire burns too close sometimes and leave scars so ugly you can't show or engage
Thanks for the chat I hope my words make a change?

Peace cannot be described.

I am floating on a lake
While flowers surround me
My head is lucid give or take
Touching nature and living to just be
I'm enclosed all around by black and grey mountains that start to suffocate
All the people walking around noises distract inside I don't want company
Then I go beneath the water and all is calm nothing can implicate
I see a light deep down in the water so I swam towards feeling ever so free
Now I'm too deep to reach the air I need to breathe but somehow I don't need or want or wake to ever see the flowers that surrounded me on the lake
I am with the people I can understand and every day we hold hands and sing happy songs and play silly games underneath the lake to which I am glad I came strangely.

philosophy of id


Think of this of what you will
The world is getting smaller and yet It still needs to fill
Tomorrow someone will talk to someone else about an idea then before you know it now it is real
How can people decide what is a good idea before a mistake becomes reality before you lose confidence and begin to feel
Deny that people are dying because it's far away and it doesn't effect me and pour another scotch then fall asleep tomorrow I'll make another big deal
The world is a small place and eventually people will come to realise that there is nothing left that's worth anything to anyone so we keep on playing until the earth has nothing left to steal.

Pink river

Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs