Why are we - the great creation causing so much devastation,
The intimidated nature of an implicated nation,
See we’re evolving as a planet but together didn’t plan it so rather than unite it’s like we feel compelled to fight.
Our fixes are shortsighted for a world that’s been so blighted,
Is anyone concerned that we never seem to learn.
We call this a democracy which really means hypocrisy of a convoluted prophecy which is actually bureaucracy,
The masses keep on moving always scared of what their losing ,
Thinking that they’re choosing when In fact they’re just abusing.
Have we triggered our demise, can you hear the planet cry,
No point looking to the sky your better covering your eyes.
Should we not try to transition from our terminal condition,
What’s the point of this admission if we’ve lost sight of ambition.

Me….
I am me ,
Me being the essence of all I am,
Me meaning I,
I who likes what I like,
I who feels what I feel, 
I being myself,
Myself and no other,
Other being you,
You can see me,
You can judge me,
You can tell me ……
But your not me.
If I allow myself to be me,
With you,
Then we can be us.
Us will always be me and you though,
Remember,
I am me,
If I want us,
We are still me and you,
I am still me,
You are still you,
That’s why we became us,
Don’t ever try and take me away,
Or you will lose us.
Cherish us .

I only hold on for fear of letting go because being with you is all that I know,
Being the temperance to your storm is surely where I belong,
Being the object of your beauty is solely my duty,
I don’t care for my bondages because being here is all I wish,
I don’t care that you bleed me as long as you keep me,
It’s my life to choose what they’re calling abuse,
It’s my duty to make what their saying you forsake,
My purpose is clear albeit not through their eyes,
My purpose is only to keep me alive.

My colours let you see inside my soul,
Stories upon my skin,
They’re my way to let you in,
Absorbing painted truths through piercing holes,
My art for all to see,
The truth of what is me.

Windows

I watch people passing by,
I watch them going about their lives ,
I wonder if they’ve lost a husband or a wife.
I wonder if they’re going through the motions without a care,
I wonder if they’re thoughts are even there.

I wonder if one eye is always looking in the past,
Though they’re probably trying hard to look ahead,
Or if every day is just the same, getting up, going out then going to bed.

I wonder who is there for them,
If they’re on their own,
Do they think about the future, does it matter.
Are they seeing out their time just to ensure others are fine,
I’m thinking it’s the latter.

As I’m looking I realise I don’t really see,
Or is it that they’re all looking at me, I’m ok I say, I give a wave,
I’m just watching people passing by.

Then I see the  girls ,
They’re calling me out, they shout.
They’re waiting for me, they stand and stare,

It’s almost like there’s two of me now.
One that stopped and stayed back there to take care,
And one that carries on distantly aware,

I step out and join them along on their walk,
Our girls so grown up she’d be proud.
Passing by windows some quiet some loud.
I see a man looking out, looks lost in thought.

He waves,
I wave back and raise my eyes,
He mouths back he’s ok,
I feel for him he looks all on his own.
I hope he’s not alone,

I hope he’s as lucky as me,
He can see who I have with me.
I hope he also has family,
Looking out his window,
I wonder who he’d really like to see.

Stop and breathe,
Open your eyes,
Don’t let yourself be ruled.
You know this isn’t who you are,
Don’t let your mind be fooled.

It doesn’t matter what they say.
It doesn’t matter why,
Be true to you and who you are,
Don’t let Them see you cry.

They’ll always try to pull you down,
It’s all they know to do.
What matters most and proves them wrong -
Is that they don’t know you.

Stand up tall and lift your chin,
See this for what it is,
Its other people’s jealousy,
So just give them a miss.

I am the voice inside my head,
Not the person that you see.
I’m the echo in the background of this timed uncertainty,
This body speaks and acts and feels,
Calls me its inner sense,
Yet I’m the essence of my soul,
I need no recompense.
Intuition, Deja-vu, sixth sense  and more my name,
Roles reversed - the monkey on my back is playing this game.
A convoluted undisputed love affair of one,
Existence through acceptance which exists second to none.
You are like me but may not see the truth of this creation
For the truth alone must stay unknown or risk our devastation.