What did I tell you about
breaking the rules?
Breaking rules is
breaking walls
- leave them there and
all they do is
stop you.

I see you
floating on impressions of lily pads
framed by me painted by Monet.
Up close i get dizzy.
Far off I see expressionistically, Van Gogh's "Starry nights".
In the reflecting I see,
A picasso.
In my real life, I see you, as
Leonardo must have,
with that most beautiful smile.
My, Mona Lisa.

Tossing and turning in my bed
Demons hunting my head
Losing sleep
Opened wounds buried deep
Inside my brain hurting me
When will the troubles leave
My mind and will I shine
To the world as a kid to give off a sign
Im alone some say I'm divided
From people but its what I have decided
To do so I won't have people close to my heart
Because my mental is in the dark
Where I'm all alone
And my memory is gone
And I can't think of why I'm so tired
Where's the lighter, Im not fighter
But I'm tired, Spark the fire
Still not a fighter, But baby I'm so tired
Getting higher
Can't sleep cause you told me you love me, ***** you a liar.

It's in moments like these
where the universe is revealed
I find myself wandering the infinite land
searching for a lover and a friend

The moments of peace
where freedom is revealed
tales of Gods and Goddesses

New music my last hope
my first trip away from home
I am me ! can't you see?
i'm real not a normal human
i'm just meat

Why am i here?
dazed chasing desires and dreams
i could shake the ground beneath your feet
but things don't look always as they seem

Lets sail this ship to escape our past
Sins that killed the innocence while the demons laughed

It's in moments like these i fly high and dance with the stars
where i'm back to the womb

but for others it's just the tomb..


Words Of Harfouchism.

They said they couldn’t **** another
a man a soldier might call a brother
but clearing death from sodden trenches
repairing trucks with rusty wrenches.
These men did their bit too.

Many a shot mowed these men down
in trenches filled with awful sound
they fell and died, their blood as red
and in the end were still as dead.
These men did their bit too.

Some men can’t fight no matter what
so other work was what they got
and midst the cordite battle smell
they picked dead comrades as they fell.
These men did their bit too.

Four long years the battles raged
by Armistice young men had aged
so many young men had sadly died
pacifist stretcher men by their side.
These men did their bit too.

Pacifists choose simply not to ****
Clearing bodies became their great skill
patching up wounded and moving them back
under the vilest of mortar attack.
These men did their bit too.

Soldiers died that we might live
reconcile now and forgive
peaceful men did also die
honour them too where they do lie.
These men did their bit too.



©Joe Wilson – They also served… 2014