I’m not addicted
I’m just conflicted
This phone’s my friend
Till batteries end.

Fingers prone
I jab this phone
My face lit up
Like a buttercup.

If you’re on your phone
You’re never alone
The world is there
With room to spare.

You’re with your friends
Till the rainbow ends
I’m telling you
This phone’s brand new.

What a world we live in,
Where we watch while others die.
What a world we live in,
When we hardly bat an eye.

The world looks on,
While the chosen, choose,
To ignore what was done, - to them
Or what it’s like to lose.

Maybe we’d be forgiven,
If we tried to stem the tide,
If our conscience, once driven,
Saved the life of a single child.

We watch them use,
The fickle face of a martyr.
And accede to the ruse,
They’re using babies to barter.

What a world indeed,
And where to hide our shame?
All that power and all that greed,
And it proceeds in our name.

The truth
lies
in the mouth
of a politician

Listen to the trees,
Hear them rustle in the breeze.
They whisper to the wind,
As it bristles all their leaves.
50 shades of green,
Shimmer like a dream,
And the trees give out a clue,
That the wind is passing through.
While somewhere deep inside,
Ghostly figures hide.
Spirits from within the wood
Play with shadows as they should.
The trees see you passing by,
And, with a soothing sigh,
Becalm your beating heart,
And relax your roving eye.

It rained again today
Like spite would have her say
And try to rinse us all away
While all around this grimy grey
Cutting through your clothes
Dripping from your nose.

Shivers from within
Tucking in your chin
And pushing through the storm
While imagining the warm
Besides a roaring fireplace
As little needles sting your face.

Here we are - still!
With a lifetime to ****.
We can spend it all in pain
Or on a beach in Spain
Live like life’s a chore
Or love it even more
Whichever way we go
The end’s an open door
And, however much
We come to know
I doubt we’ll ever understand
What it’s all been for.
Some truths tell their own tale;
The air is free in gaol -
But you’ll never see it fill a sail
Good feels better than bad
And happy beats being sad
Don’t look for things to blame
When you check the tree
To see if he came
There’s only one door
Of that, you can be sure.