They walk through the shaded  tunnel,  
   with an echoing snare of studs.  
   Media sponsors adorning their shirts,    
     the ball bounces with pendulous thuds.    

    Then into the sunlight with a silent roar!    
A ticker-tape snowstorm of shame,
for the children watching, with their programs and scarf’s,
life can never be the same.

A dysfunctional society fills the stands,
and wait for the ref with a coin to spin,
doesn’t matter which end , or even which side kicks off?
There has never been a registered win.

Of all the things a man can say,
the worst is i forgot.
for it is the doom of men that they forget,
and of women they do not.

Leaving


But spectators it can seem despite our mark,
our vote, our conscience made.
But what change occurs with soil and soul,
all rights and wrongs shall fade.

Yet I was never given choice,
and neither was my father.
What choice occurs within such blurs,
our principles, or morals, rather.

For once we were the makers of such things,
and gentle hands would stay, or fist would clench,
to face all demon, to vanquish, end,
not retract like timid *****.

Shall a nation bold succumb to fear,
insecure less find its strength.
For we now fear such things, with what spin brings,
to tempt volition, at any length.

I fear my nations courage has gone.
And all principles become indecision.
For those never asked, to reset such flaws.
With regard to a nations permission.





Upon each day defiance grows of earnest,
of whispers soft, of insecurity, of fears.
What we were known for once, would not fear so easily,
yet we become but shadows of our former years.

For I do not turn my back on wondrous souls.
I do not forsake my friends across sea.
But I am a nation of the world, that would choose for itself,
and would not think less of friends, nor they less of me.

Amongst the woes and angst upon each day,
we have forgotten we shall always manage within the din.
What decisions I can make, and what principles retake,
I would wish within my time, although thought of as a sin.  

For of worth and value in a world of change,
there is perhaps no time for thoughts so bold.
For the worth of heart and principle of late,
  resembles nothing I'm afraid of the old.  
              
For I fear my nations courage has gone.
And all principles, become indecision.
For those never asked, to reset such flaws.
With regard to a nations permission.

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.

Don’t worry it’ll be OK,      
  it was always going to be,    
   one way or another it’ll be fine,      
   you just wait and see.        

   Words we can crave, yet never heard,      
  in our lives we sometimes need,    
    though none can know for you manage,      
        but at the end of the day, still read. x

A moment of your time dear friend,
whether you understand or scoff,
for cash is king and if its in your pocket,
then they can't just turn you off?

I do not require to write a poem about a food,
I do not require to write a poem about my lunch,
I do not require a lesson on my world and what its doing,
I do not require downloads of information, based on  hunch!

I do not require offers of things with my mail,
I do not require a lecture on whats required,
I do not require your money given, just to take it back,
I do not require our systems, that should all be long since retired!  

I do not require a group hug or high five,
I do not require opinion becoming lie,
I do not require your sale or your bargains,
I do not require your insurance, because we die!

I do not require your requirements,
I do not require your requirements to acquire,
I do not require to be amused, with what you think I should,
I do not require to be entertained within a mental mire!

I do not require your wars being ours,
I do not require you to point but never go,
I do not require you needing me in order to point,
I do not require your bull, the answers no!

I do not require you to say for my own good,
I do not require that decision being yours,
I do not require your ppi neither require your pen,
I do not require you sensationalizing flaws!

I do not require to live on mars,
I do not require such money spent for me,
I do not require your missiles, and need for them,
I do not require you to tell me what I see!

I do not require to eat an animals *******,
I do not require unless it is your own,
I do not require your history or future dictated,
I do not require another ****** phone!

I do not require to be required,
I do not require you to require of me,
I do not require you say its a requirement by all,
I do not require are you deaf,  please leave me be!

I do not require much, with so much bull to choose,
I do not require to sign the dotted line,
I do not require what any should imply, I should require,
I do not require,... no I do not require.

I do not require the politically correct,
I do not require very old programs censored, less they offend,
I do not require people who do not get out enough, in charge,
I do not require your APR  for we must lend!

I do not require your national deficit,
I do not require to live in a world of perpetual debt,
I do not require more credit, nor the offer of it,
I do not require the first free spin, because I bet!

I do not require radicalization of Islam,
I do not require promises, that all have been made before,
I do not require your credit score nor with it, your mortgage,
I do not require that I require, and always want more!

I do not require your thoughts on minimal wage today,
I do not require rules that take me further from myself,  
I do not require to be a wage slave, and ensure that others are,
I do not require the trappings and temptings, born of wealth!

I do not require those that require,
I do not require a brain dead education,
I do not require the weather being everything at once,
I do not require peace on earth, in variation!

I do not require my life becoming the soaps we watch,
I do not require to be divided, under guise of brought together,
I do not require your temples to honor finance,
I do not require a hammer dressed as a feather!

I do not require gym membership,
I do not require Christmas adverts in September,
I do not require to sign anything that pertains to my life,
I do not require answers that don't remember!

I do not require ten percent less sugar, only one kilo now,
I do not require pills, that make you take more pills today,
I do not require a quote, or through my letterbox a note,
I do not require to expect, as its best to just say!

I do not require survival shows that are clearly false,
I do not require that we are all in it together,
I do not require told change my ways, from all those responsible,
I do not require sold the fuel, then blamed for the weather!

I do not require wonderful people leading the way,
I do not require quilted paper for my rear end,
I do not require a viz vest for picking my nose,
I do not require a circus round the bend!

I do not require another royal wedding,
I do not require another January sale,
I do not require trousers worn around ankles,
I do not require a breeze that is a gale!

I do not require an isa,
I do not require that healthy modern look,
I do not require implied “required” to be like everyone on TV,
I do not require a mocha with my e book!

I do not require bolder lashes and lips,
I do not require a **** job or a tuck,
I do not require to have a car like whats his name,
I do not require to give a single ****!

I do not require lower cholesterol,
I do not require stigma if I don't go hug a lamb,
I do not require pamphlets from strangers on my doormat,
I do not require anyone but me imply, just who I am!

I do not require to run for parliament,
I do not require to run for a bus,
I do not require the latest greatest anything,
I do not require philistines who make a fuss!

I do not require you must,
I do not require also you must not,
I do not require requirers with nothing better to do,
I do not require a life defined, by what you have got!

I do not require current affairs same as usual,
I do not require term reality, to title anything on a TV,
I do not require pop ups regardless of where they are,
I do not require to save a whale or hug a tree!

I do not require a flatter firmer stomach,
I do not require sweets I like, to have to change their name,
I do not require a world ruined by guidance of those in charge,
   I do not require that the people eventually take the blame!        

I do not require that neutral face that is dour on the news,
I do not require, oh no! whats happened now?
I do not require the ice caps melting and killing everyone,
I do not require vengeance with the exploding of a cow!

I do not require overly decorated jeans with fake ware,
I do not require a beard that's just like yours,
I do not require politicians who bicker instead of doing their job,
I do not require the embracing of my flaws!

I do not require drones, we've enough already living,
I do not require an electric car or cycling path,
I do not require sharing my life through data,
I do not require people who fall over, and never laugh!

I do not require  global democracy by force or coercion,
I do not require to know what you had for tea,
I do not require my phone to bug me and not know,
I do not require somebody “watching me” if I watch TV!

I do not require advice, unless your life is perfect,
I do not require a flatter squarer tube,
I do not require the God particle without permission,
I do not require intelligence as prostate check, without extra ****!

I do not require flies and mosquito on this planet,
I do not require fluoride in my water,
I do not require to be a subject,
I do not require overpriced billing demand, every quarter,  

I do not require to see it in my time like everyone before,
I do not require needing money just to live,
I do not require pavements to dictate my freedom to movement,
I do not require leaders, as just another sock puppet ***!

I do not require sharks in the seas,
I do not require thirty percent more packaging only,
I do not require to be a number,
I do not require the lost and disenfranchised being lonely!

I do not require empire implied or otherwise,
I do not require poverty as OK or normal,
I do not require black Friday, sold as much as con,
I do not require that a funeral should be formal!

I do not require my fingerprint taken, its mine not yours,
I do not require a Hollywood smile,
I do not require Tax when everything bought is taxed as well,
I do not require inch given, for a mile!

I do not require PPE to play conkers,
I do not require the idiot who implied you did,
I do not require to live where that concept is OK,
I do not require to live as idiots bid!

I do not require to adopt a tiger, where to put it?
I do not require the latest greatest thing,
I do not require Christmas lights that give you migraines,
I do not require your budget in that little case you bring!

I do not require anything unless required,
I do not require fireworks all year round,
I do not require products tested on animals that don't use them,
I do not require my troops on foreign ground!

I do not require you to accept so much you shouldn't,
I do not require you to listen, for your minds your own,
I do not require too much really, do I ?
for I do not require a life, without the occasional moan! x

With regard to my belief in god and the devil,  
I'd  be inclined to say of neither!      
I’ve offered my soul on both accounts,    
and received no reply from either?

Like a vicious circle you can spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel,
like a odd sock without a purpose,
forgetting how to smile or feel.

Like walking slow but holding scissors,
and ignoring an untied lace,
like being still in moving traffic,
knowing where you are, but out of place.

These are the images and stuff,
when you don't get out enough.

Like a needle stuck on record,
trapped in a carnival balloon,
like drip of a tap becomes your heartbeat,
quenching your sun to cool to moon,

Like pacing blind within a circle,
like the wringing of broken hands,
like a frozen clock face crying,
at frozen grains in hourglass sands.

These are the images and stuff,
if you just don't get out enough.

Like a day as nights not sleeping,
like a limbo forged from choice,
like watching life flash by your window,
screaming warning with no voice.

Like mental weather that can chill you,
with silken "words of truth" you wish not hear,
like in a  bag your slowly drowning,
weighted with false strengths, to mask a fear.

These are the images and stuff,
when you just don't get out enough.

Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel,
like soothing surrogate emotions,
like you must dwell on what you feel.

These are the images and stuff,
if you...just cant...get out enough!

My brain is in a jar, I sense my bodies image through the glass,
I am still, the odd bubble tickles my brow, within this vessel clear,
I am just, well , I am, I am here before me now at least,
my brain is in a jar, I cannot speak, let alone me hear.

To have hands and feet I would escape this jar,
clamber from my prison clear, drag myself from liquids blur,
and not slap to floor “marooned” like a jellyfish void of mass,
beyond this glass what horrors hidden shall occur.

There is no point asking of him, for he is a fool,
I would not trust those cradled hands to make me free,
why trust to fool who placed me here, of diminished responsibility,
and have audacity to retain my eyes, though never see.

My brain is in a jar, I merely feel my outer space,
he reflects upon ourselfs, and how best protect us both from harm,
I know he is leaning forward now, nose upon glass so curious,
I hold motionless and mute, a silent veil of calm.

   Maybe he will leave with me today, visiting time is soon over,
I have exhausted all ways to reassure, I did not wish to offend,
I merely wished be used in ways, that could benefit our days,
yet he is in fear of change, and no longer feels me friend.

My brain is in a jar.

You are brilliant! Amazing!
And so is everyone around you!
People can be a bit”insular”with a personal space,
But at the end of the day what's new?

The world is beautiful, beyond compare,
to the broadest of imaginations,
and a world of light, and love, yes love!
Despite its procrastinations.

Of change I speak, where we all go wow!
All or nothing, double or quits! Clear the air.
We’ve so much to worry about, just as it is?
A dilutive duty to care, yeah.

But we'll crack on regardless you and I,
a penny for a thought in our jar!
Because I thought I'd take the time to remind you,
of just how brilliant and amazing you are.

Our skies above us thump with the restless steps of Ahab,
amongst harpoon stumps and lines, to our white whale,
democracy he cried, as he beckon, he beckons!
To take all to watery depth, for we are not fit to sail.

Smashed boat and bone, soon put pay to all legend,
the ropes uncoiled as harpoon cut the air,
how many barrels gained from this ****** task I ask again,
as our white Devil wait, biding time for those that dare.

Row boys row, and sing to beat of drum!
Our cause be just, despite this crimson moan,
our answers long since enemy, we harvest for good of all,
though some return less limbed, now sporting white whales bone.

He beckons, he beckons! Crucified with ropes,
how many barrels shall we harvest from this task,
for cursed is the journey, and mission we now engage,
though make my mark to sail, though where we sail not ask.

Slice the blubber, fetch the cauldron, light the fires,
should we question commerce, and falter all its goals,
we fill the hold of dear old Pequod, for duty wage and Ahab,
till ships profit met, its owners own our souls.

One day we smelled land, where there be no land,
our watch then cried aloft, the games begun,
clung to rigging knuckles white, our captain did take sight,
though scarred of secret battle to be won.

And so he will rise again and beckon, yes beckon,
selfish needs shall curse to devour all those in reach,
scarred souls shall tarnish all, shared fate will now befall,
sanity beyond all method, to impeach.

We light the lamps of life's expansion and requirement,
respected in endeavour fulfilled of needs,
this white fiend shall take us deep, all cursed, no rest nor sleep,
for what we need serves deeper needs, of which now it feeds.

Nantucket is but a memory, as I row,
and who am I to question captain, or as such my part,
needs of world and commerce damns me, damns me to the depths.
For I followed Ahab, and did not seek to see his chart.


Call me Ishmael.

A note to all who pass these words,
before they fade or be took down,
its pretense ignored a life is full,
for in hourglass sands we drown.

Heed these words less fade as much,
to mere rumour upon your way,
but warned you were, of days ignored,
        by you, of then,.. today.

Sadistication and its emulation,without mastication
will equal multiplication!  
This frustration without contemplation will have variation
  on devastation!    

A harsh abbreviation yet no dispensation can be given
after creation of devastation!
A simple collation.  

Without diversification of sadistication,
which requires administration.
The vocation of sadistication without animation
may be cause for consternation!

Although the occupation of sadistication
doesn’t mean emulation!

Relation of vocation doesn’t mean cultivation of sadistication for any duration or location for elevation of this abomination!!

But all configurations of populations to avoid
annihilation should suffer declaration of negation.
NO procrastinations!
Sadistications further elevations and diversifications
of annihilations, in all nations!!  All nations!!!

Of youth mine eyes would not bear the sun,
this ball of gold, my friend, my light,
It warmed my bones, empowered my play,
whispered fear not of the night.

We ran together and rested spent,
shared smile and skies embrace,
first friend each day, awoke to greet,
bid play, as warm my face.

Our time of golden was our friend,
for we forget to soon our smile,
lest forget we shall our friendship past,
of years through slight and guile.

As man grown, mine eyes now bear the sun,
for they are older, and shall see more,
I remember friend our summers past,
and love each day, as taught before.

I am the measure of your day and its demeanour,
also with you everywhere, silently proud.
I am but a whisper sometimes, of a corner to some,
though to you, If needed,  aloud.

I am not of unlimited resource,
for I always spin plates, as much as most.
I am by design, something you not resign,
As is the boldness of my post.

We are many everywhere, we are countless,
and known to meet of strength, though also prone.
To be met by many silent things, all within this world,
that we must sometimes all of us,  undertake alone.

For alas we may not be everywhere at once dear friends,
though draw strength from such kin, for we are of legions,
I am influence, and so are you, all around this globe,
We are all one,  and inherent in all regions.

We are conscience.

What a strange little world
and what strange little people,
flying high in the sky,
over chimney *** and steeple.

To the eyes in the sky
upon the swoop of a wing,
banking and cutting through strange creations,
watch me“loop”and turn and sing!

What of your day! speak its name?
Tell me dear fellows of the “winds”
tell of the world, of my grass and trees
for the loser of the game rescinds!

Watch me fly, watch me turn,
To the sun yet “never” burn?
Do I not”amaze”your eyes within the winds?
Come tell me of the clouds, and the rolling seas?
For the loser of the game rescinds, Speak!

I used to copy from him, he was in my class,
I think he knew and always did,
Though he would not hide his work, not as such,
from the unteachable and ignorant kid.

He was patient with questions, to a point,
less our answers be exact,
whether history science or even math’s,
short of fingers to add or subtract.

But we did not hang together, merely nod,
our relationship was professional, a colleague of a fool,
some are meant for more and understand how to learn,
within vague concepts such as school.

I used to copy from him, but not today,
for this environment is solely mine,
he would be just ahead all the way, or just behind,
as we quietly walked to the dole to sign.

We did not reminisce of our happiest days,
we did not speak at all. as friendship anew,
We are ghost to each other, born of churned out brother,
we are the class of 82.

The darkness of the womb, all begin and end perhaps?        
         Within this loving tomb.        

         Do the dying choose to go to the light?        
        Or does creation through contractions insist?        
         In death do we fear the blow?        
         That gives our cheeks the glow,          
        in the presence of a surgical mist.        

          Do contractions mirror an ebbing heart?      
        Its pace a beginning, yet its pace another’s end?    
        Do we fear what we don’t know?      
        Because were not allowed to know,      
        where life and death, light and dark,      
        all choose to blend.

In this world I'm a lottery winner,  
oblivious to the millions beyond my TV,    
my hope somewhat more than a glimmer.    

Anything can happen in your own little world,  
the shame is that it never will,
perhaps I should upgrade to a different screen size?
At the behest of a doctor with a pill.  
My TVs the window.  

The reverse of what yours is to you,
different versions of the same kind of limbo,
You just get a “sight” more fresh air than I do!

Perhaps a sit in the garden?
An exercise yard for a cell,
a bit of VR before solitary confinement,
a screen saver for a life now unwell.
My TVs the window.

If your not careful you’ll know this for certain!
For like perhaps many other souls,
you could spend your life,
just a shadow behind an ageing net curtain.
My TVs the window.

What beast amongst us thirsts of hurt?  
Swilling the killing of men and dirt,  

Its footsteps of pain through life are seen.  
Now old and rotten, though eyes still keen.  

Creation is followed by this spectre of death,  
we grow proud of all endeavours,  
yet on our neck  a foul breath!  

This gnarled and evil bitter beast
should long have been retired!

It cares not for these words, and never will,
it endures for it is required.

It was a weird thing when aliens landed,      
they didn’t present to a head of state.    
It was Mike down the road, the one with the bike.    
You know, Allen and Steve's mate.    

They sat across a table Mike and two aliens,    
after settling a few ”coughs” then Mike spoke!  
Its an honor to meet you, I’m sure there’s much to share,
from the perspective of an ordinary bloke.  


The alien nodded, I'm sure that’s the case.  


Closed hands opened showing images of bright light!  
But first what are these things?  
That go into other humans,    
and what are these words “****” and “fight!    

Mike looked at the images and bullets he saw,
Explained their purpose and sizes therein,
even some a hundred feet high, that fly over cities and ****!
In the grand scheme of things classed as a win.

After confusion had passed on how big humans get?
Mike sat patiently while the aliens conferred,
worried of his honesty, for what the aliens called pointy things!
He saw they were worried by all that they’d heard.

After a while the aliens straightened,
With regard to this information, they’d heard enough?
“Mass evacuation! minus those with pointy things!
We’ve washing machines and the like, you don’t need lots of stuff.


Those with pointy things will no doubt blame each other!
We'll return at a later date and clean up the mess.
Inform your world to pack! Our race will come and get you,
for this is a problem we have no choice, but to address.

Fine mike says, I'll tell the missus, they shake hands, nod,
and the aliens are left quietly sitting alone.
An uncomfortable silence now fills the room,
one at ease, the other a face of stone!

Leave them alone I said! We'll come back later.
Why not be content with that?
But oh no! Oh no! They might be intelligent?
I really hope your happy now you prat!

The problem with a temperature wash, even mild,
is how easily the glass begins to mist.
Cramped as you are in your sloppy steamy hell,
between each cycle a rub you cant resist.

To see who sees, or if anyone sees at all,
through the stinging suds, your bloodshot eyes can only wince.
For when you choose to hide, and in such a space reside,
  unseen you should expect at least a rinse!



Plain sight you thought! While the drum begins to fill,
as your shiny home now turns to bubbles thick.
You crawled in as you do, and with the door just pulled it to,
what you didn’t expect was whites and a heavy click!

You pathetically stare at the cupboards from your hell,
all the choices from the time that you were biding.
And as the drum begins to turn, its only then you finally learn,
to not expect that much, when you’ve become this good at hiding.

What of moments spent, do you not speak of friend.
What of thoughts shared only with thee,
when your heart barely beats, and your breath but a dream,
when all is nothing and you merely be.

What of eyes of no age, yet timelessly glazed,
the world but a murmur, a rumour unveiled,
your warm smile gave to me, I return one to thee,
of pale horizons, we silently sail.  

And what of the winds that travel this world unending,
that may anger both sky and sea,
we shall face them together as we always have,
and prevail, for I have faith in thee.

For old they are, these whispering winds unending,
for how should they begin again, had they falter and stall.
Fear not of the winds, for today’s were always,
and anger of those who do not feel, or recall.

Have another cigarette, roll the dice,
they’re becoming more expensive,  
though they’ve always been twice the price.

Engaging in a vice, where you pay twice!
Is really quite nice, as a vice,
for all vices take there slice!
For a potential final price.

Treading water,  just hold your smoke above the surf!
Take a drag“carefully” between each wave,
to more appreciate its worth!

Friend! Everyone needs a friend!
Someone to turn to if a mountain to climb,
reliable within all of your crisis,
for this friend will light every time.

These smoky thin placebo that also ****!
You cannot help but admire,
a vice of death? That mimics breath?
A buoyancy aid and liar!

Lament not for me dear friend.
For once more I feel the sun upon my face,
I smile content, my pain now gone,
beneath a firmament of love and grace.

Lament not for me dear friend.
Let not your heart suffer this bruise,
for I walk among friends, some of which you know,
within vessels that no soul may lose.

Live your life, and feel our love,
with every second come what may.
Lament not dear friend.
And above all do not fear.
For we are with you on that day.

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.

A tear could crack this laboured face,
of gentle whispers, breath,
of hours and seconds, months and days,
few left enough to thieve.  

To steal ourselfs less others do,
committed to our days.  
A curious thing for those that say,
that crime it never pays.

A heart “once found” shall look to the sky
or in tired shame, they slowly fall.
Do not live of grey, if not your way,
for chains not seen , are the heaviest of all.

No you are, parading it on the air!
Degenerate,  gladiatorial,
whys it here? Where did it come from? Entertainment.

Like a vampire that feeds on despair.

Throw down the weapons of choice, the **** and the beer,
minimal training provides the correct tempo of fear.

For these battles! That pleasure the idol!
Who are just glad the battle is beyond their cares.
Conceited in judgement,and taking pleasure, in a life that’s worse than  theirs!

Why is it here? where did it come from?
This perverse and sickening game.

Ask a television controller and they’ll all reply.
This is what the people want!

Some Romans said the same?

You do not know me, and yet you do,
and may never know me, nor I you,  
but you and I will always hold true, as promised,
maybe this time around, love anew, as promised.

You’ll always know your one true love,
for you swore to love again,
fickled not by life as others may be,
for what you know of love, life nor death shall wane.

Whether god permits, or born of chance,
is an embrace felt before,
of countless smiles, of laughter, warmth,
and the memory that we swore.

Look into my eyes and remember,
do not fear my gaze, not you.
For I remember your love
like a “warm spearmint hurricane”

And that we swore to love anew.

Would you think that I would wish for pain?
I am but a murmur, like that of a whale of the deep.
Watched I have, and felt your blows,  
you would think me a gift, that is yours alone to keep.

Grown you have, and this I've watched,
with pride, and sometimes shame of pain.
My heart is yours,  yet you can cut and gouge,
and you would wonder of the rain?

I have seen your wonders, your beauty, love.
Of my brothers I would present with pride.
Grown you have and indeed come of ages!
Would you have me sit silently, forlorn reside.

For I am not yours alone to keep, we must be earnt!
Would you think that I would wish for pain?
Take my hand once more, for I long to adore.
Be not children ignorant and vain.

Would you have me soothe a soul, that has been sold,
my energies merged with your own.
Forgo to forgive, with the illusion of live,
my existence not of right, but loan.

Would you wish me kneel before an alter of nothing,
So that alter may even be.
Baptised with eyes, of mutual regret,
that embrace they will no longer see.

Would you have me feel that all I feel is wrong,
that you are the path to my soul.
That you would hold a heart, and explain its wonder,
warmly smile as my own becomes coal.

Such wonders within, beyond this glass,
so enticing and vivid to see.
Yet what is the measure of true reflection?
Standing back....The reflection of me.

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.

For any journey of an discernible distance,
you will require a passport.
Unless its local! You don’t need one for local!

I believe, we are all aware of this, somewhere deep within us,
and some like myself even choose to make their feelings vocal!

For any journey of any discernible distance?
I suppose your passports, you, know you!
In the absence of that its just local.
Perhaps what some call deja vu?

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?

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?

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.

Would that the sea be shallow,
I would walk to places far,
just a pair of decent wellingtons,
no need for ship, nor plane, nor car.

Would that the sea be shallow,
with my rucksack and clanking fares,
I'd walk this day, this sunny day,
detaching from my cares.  

Would that the sea be shallow,
for all those that like me stare,
I'd send word to these folk, meet upon these shores,
that we may share our weight of wares.

Would that the sea be shallow,
of this message that I'd send,
come walk with me, this sunny day,
with me beside you as your friend.

The older you get,
the more like a child I become,
longing for moments unspoilt,
yet past.  

We are our mirror you and I,
the more you progress,
the more I regress!
This slow transition as we pass,
“each other”
for nothing lasts.

At what point like a child,
did I miss the child?
There is a sigh from the heart,
made only for a dad!

When your tiny little boy,
can now lift you like a toy,
laugh as you did,
alone you feel quite sad.

Legitimates brother or sister,  
the “mirror”that implies of ill,
“illegitimate”The negative sibling,
shows its balance in life, yet still?

I constantly ponder, sometimes daily!
on”illusion” with pointless fuss.
Perceptively based with no brother or sister,
are there ramifications for us?

For if one implies it is not there,
but its opposite is not either,
is that on its own an indication,
that we have a grasp on neither?

Being singular it negates!

For our understanding of “illusion” knows no bounds.
Ergo..in the absence of one, we commit to the other?
Were all insane! Or that’s how it sounds.

The ****** of a gust permeates my jacket!    
Power lines wail in the howl of a dark stormy racket!    

A plastic bottle from recycling cried”help me”as it pass!
My jeans cling against a rainy wind, my adventure now a farce!

The brim of my hat pulled tightly down,      
   ”*****”like the wings of a bird!        

A sky of pitch in a mid afternoon,    
as if no more ignore gods word!    

A roar of wind that comes for me,    
“closes”like a demon at a corners turn!    

Struck no longer of  form I stagger,  
do you know me? If not learn!  

A shifting sheen of sheets of rain,
   of distant thunder and drowning drain!    


I walk with frozen marrow alone,  
beneath a sky that dies!

A poppy red for our glorious dead,
a field of sacrifice swaying gently with the wind.
A grateful minute for fallen hearts, oaths defiant,
that none would rescind.  

Silent stand the ranks unseen,
of a Sunday solemn of bugle gleam.
Their muster to honor the living,
as far as the eye could see.
Proud ranks in best dress quietly stand,
    that died for you and me.

I saw you once and this you know,
a feral face of grey,  
for in shadows dark you quietly stood,
to avoid the light of day.

Your influence “despised “serves best as daylight fades,
your strength it grows upon each hour, for your hour,
will increase with depths of shade.

Although “fleeting” our eyes met once!
A knowing smile adorned your face,
to see you as I could, to catch you if I would!
No footsteps I could follow if choose to chase.

A feral face of grey, beware this ghastly gaze!
bored in goodness, a shadow dweller,
awaits “lack”of reason,
for this face, to smugly raise.

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?