I lay bound like Gulliver,
with stakes of diplomacy,
and ropes of weakness,
yet defiant!  

I tense my body,
to feel the extent to which I'm held!
But not too much, less something breaks,
compliant!

These tiny multitudes of things,
that constantly attack my senses,
  have made me a bureaucratic “giant “
that must be brought to heal.

That’s why I am staked down,
all bar one arm of course!
For how else could I employ,
the stake and rope I feel?

Forever after in the heavens?  
                
                    For all in the heavens?                      
                 Fear and intimate torture hell?                
                 Far away in the hospital?                  
                 Forlorn as in the heart?                  
                 Franchise ardour in the head?                
                Franchise all into true Hollywood?                
                    Franchise akin initially to Hollywood?                  
                For all inside truth holds?                
                For all inherent thy heart?                
                For all intents thy heart?                
                 Forever always in thy heart?                  
                 Forever awaits in thy heart?                
                
                 Faith?

I sit staring at the sea, in one of many shelters,
beneath a bruised and sulking sky.
Its image blurred by white noise and static, as the rain begins,
the child beginning to cry.

And then it begins from the gutter!
Whimsically I search for drops, like the dripping of a tap,
before glistening“swathes”of shiny shingle, to calm sea,
oblivious to its soothing lap.

I quietly wonder of this moment pure,
the grey beckoning, gentle whispers”obey”
allay you fears, for the rain are not tears,
while you dream of a sunny day.

For above the grey a sun awaits, as it does always,
that no charcoal“smear”could smother!
Its a beautiful day, for all days are,
so “collar  up” I stroll to another.

If I act tough.
They’ll leave me alone,
at least within a certain realm,
  at least near home.


If I smoke and swear,
and gob like them,
maybe I'll get by,
with no problem, maybe?


  If I show I’ve got bottle!
I'll get by a bit,
at least for a while,
    cant be too shy of it!  


If something happens!
With them I'll run away,
you gotta keep up,
   when its every day.  


I was young,
I played the game,
not then, but now!
   I know they all thought the same.

Learn to embrace our flaws, philosophy, humility,
and acceptance, convolution.
The next to coin the phrase,
should be put against a wall for public execution.

Embrace that!

All generations accept our wrongs,
and between them”tut” and sigh,
some things are what they are, just the way it is,
people will always needlessly die.

We have actually”actually”evolved to the point,
to think starvation a fact of life !
Though its scientifically impossible,
as are most examples of strife.

They don’t exist and never could?
Yet they do, I hear you say!
Embrace our flaws, for they are the cause,
what else shall we talk about today?

There’s no point really, why bother?
Complacency with nothing to face,
perhaps one of my multifaceted flaws,
it would serve me well to embrace.

An endless cycle can make you”dizzy”and then some!
For an inevitable“coz”rather than the why?
For those that say embrace our flaws,
how much longer should we tend our lie.

Maybe, dunno, if you want to I can go?
Sort of kinda, maybe, I just cant what?
I spose, well sort of, can you say it one more time?
Cos if I got it ! and I get it ! why ain’t I got?

If then yeah!  no you lost me!
Please repeat? For the life of me!
I dunno, and who are you? what I'd give for a brain?
I don’t get it, I’m confused! no its coming , come again?
I think I'm going mad! please try again??

   Would...you....like....a....bag with that?

The Thames, like god spilt his tea,  
central to our central, but what I'd like to see,
is a sapphire blue, twinkling in the sun!
I say dam and re rout it now, until this war is won.

What about a pink? Or a radiant  green? Or?
A trillion tons of “bubble bath”on permanent feed upstream!!
YES!    
Giant clouds of bubbles, floating down your street!
The People of London going about their business,  
covered in bubbles from head to feet!

Huge white“blobs”once buses,
cautiously navigating this sea of foam!
Passengers texting in white with their shopping,
on their way to a fluffy home!

Forget sapphire blue lets do it! Ignore the grown ups!
Cos there’s got to be a natural bubble bath?
As long as there’s no chemicals the population can converge!
At the end of the day it wouldn’t half be a laugh.

BUBBLE BATH THE THAMES! Hear my war cry!!!
stand in awe as a huge white dream, goes gently drifting by.

Let boat propellers do their thing,    
for a “fluffy”smog while big Ben rings.  
For change! It seemed impossible!!!  
But nothing is and never was!    

“Be” the generation that bubble bathed the Thames!
And why did we do it?  Just cos.