Why am I given some thing that I would gladly not have this very day
Why does it have to be this way
Humans destroy each other in such ungodly contradiction and why should any other have to pay
Crying doesn't help or take the pain away
The train ride is now safe and arrives without delay
The only problem is that the train after so much time is not ever going to stay
Time delivers many things sometimes over rivers and Oceans or by flight of the heart all you can do is pray

Emptiness


The carcas lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found
A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound
The driest and emptiest thoughts slip through my hands like the fine sand all around
Detached from society and all its comforts the grim reaper whispers time of which there are no bounds
Not lost nor aware of the mirage which is the temptation of hope for a new certainty maybe on higher grounds
Stillness makes me dizzy as no focus of a mad man can make me concentrate or figure a reality that hounds
To live or die is a terrible thing as feelings only hurt me and in death freedom seems possible as a carcas which neither is part of the Earth or not yet found.

The death of me

I am now estranged from everything I once was
The very simple things that change because
A lover loved someone and then was crossed
I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost
No more sunshine in my life but just clouds memories unwashed
Repeating nightmares and voices in my head all rushed
No desire to endure anything unlike the boy I crushed
Here I am just standing naked in the rain for people like us
The name of Peter I once was but just a person that died in a corridor of a hospital; ashes to ashes dust to dust.

Strange Fruit

Bright yellow petals are adorned at my feet
My shaven head is covered with people's hands surrounding me in the suns ever increasing heat
I am amongst brothers and sisters who would die for me but rather we eat
Strange fruits all shapes and sizes never are seen before on the largest wooden table that extends across a street
We are truly thankful for this is a feast for all humanity to greet
I talk about what we do and say to each other but surely this is the best way we can starve the war mongers into defeat
To share all of our fruits of labour whether we pray in Muslim or Christianity because does not the fruit taste the same either segmented or complete.

No belief in understanding

We are more afraid of things we do not understand than the sharp edge of a sword attached to a man's hand
There's always a man in command but it is the soldier that takes the steps into no man's 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 human demand but a one mans struggle with his conscience either to die aimlessly or live as a killer in a heartless world already planned

Done

A room with a light bulb switched on
An empty space was furniture would have gone
A window to nowhere because the world never shone
A frozen shadow was once light had ended before it begun
A door closed to people who never had wealth or education to choose a life of a web they had spun
In a corner was a book on a chair which told of wisdom and peace than another chair with just a gun
You decide what am I to become

Love grows


I saw a flower and it stopped me in my tracks

I looked very closely and I found it was looking back

So I was transfixed by the colour and where it was at

I guess the flower thought the same and I began a chat

We had lots in common in water we needed that

All the sunshine was helpful and sometimes shade in fact

Everything that's beautiful has something to attract

I think I'll stay here where the flowers grow till one autumn came and my friend had lost it's coloured glow so time matters when you see something beautiful you've got to keep the memories but never keep to catch.