Many ways of Starvation.


The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

the truth less important than starvation.

A place blessed with food for everyone;

the food we eat while they die in the sun.

The people we trusted promised salvation;

now they tell us there's no more money to come.

The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

the truth less important than starvation.

A war built on unholy terrorization;

the gas and electricity are keeping us warm.

The world economy based on capitalism;

the years have always told us that less and fewer people are to have than those who have none.

The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

now isn't it time for the world to be as one.

Deep river....

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A deep river runs fast below beneath under eyes see....

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It carries it drowns it is and it always shall be....

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This river reminder of lost things and the finder of dreams....

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A tree bows lower as the river whispers to leaves....

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An animal feeds better down the river as it breathes....

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A boat on the water drifts to its meandering waves pleased....

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A swimming disaster as children cannot fight what they cannot conceive....

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A river in summer is quiet as cherry blossom scents to come smell on the breeze....

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A dog splashes around as we lay blankets and eat jam butties and sip our warm teas....

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Drift full bellied to sleep as the river passes by and you dream of hearts so free.....

Looking glass

Look into a crystal ball and see your future from the past
It's like reversing around a wheel that already knows to last
when centuries have all gone alas we look how stupid we missed our path
How did people meet and fall in love so happier it happens so very fast
The Witch looked at me and then the orb and she spoke then the spell was cast
No potion to drink or damages to a toad or rat that was it I no longer had the heart to feel with boom blast blast.

10 spotted Ladybird

The ladybird is a beautiful creature and when he sits on your clothes it means he's glad to meet Yah
I would search for the ones with the black spots
I'd catch each one and show everyone on the street what I'd got
Everywhere I looked I thought of the ladybird and all the spots a lot
Oh do you know how many spots you have and why
When you put your shoes on and pants shirt and tie
When you're on your bike just going for a ride
Do you notice the difference in things and use them to spy
If people stopped and looked at each other would they be dominant or come to see everyone is a being that has to try

On Fire

A snowflake lands on barbed wire
The 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

Eyes burning


The will of man to constantly develop yet this world is crashing down

Individuality is a creation of man himself, not the landscape he changes around

The imagination is far greater than any one factor that can be found

We do not realise that the Earth will tire of our infestation which we cannot be unbound

This concrete jungle is the end of a highway on which we build more concrete towns

I see more and more regurgitation of simple ideas being ***** and sold by rich clowns

In the beginning of humanity surely we should have decided to stop lying and take money out of the equation some how

My eyes burn to see what is happening to the world right now.

A slow drink humming

The golden sunshine over a sea so calm all crystal blue
A white flying seagull soaring higher than a helium balloon
I smoke a cigarette as the face of the moon came into my view


A long tall drink of a cocktail made with some whiskey and a little Caribbean juice
This boat comes chugging into the harbour and I start a humming as the palm trees blew
My beautiful woman sitting on the sand looking to see the sun setting over the rocks past the orange wavy dunes


I can't stop humming to the sound of the water and the visions of the colours in my perfect hue
A fire is burning on the beach and the food is served up to everyone as they get drunk on the day that they once knew
I'm a man just sitting here watching as the world keeps on turning so I'll guess I'll keep drinking and a humming till the morning comes again a shining through?