Get your finger out!
I hear you shout.
Give Life a clout.

But what’s it all about?
What does it mean?
Out of what?
A hole in a gun?
Or your ***?

How do you think I sit?
Is my finger covered
In something not too pleasant?

So you think I’m lazy!
You must be crazy.
I’ve worked off my socks
Yet I’m tied to the stocks.

We are ALL in this mess,
Yes it’s time to fess.
Too much wrong in this world:
Time our flag was unfurled.

To do nothing is bad,
From Rome to Riyadh.
Don’t want to feel sad:
We’d rather be glad
That we acted
Without being distracted.

So get that flipping finger out!

Paul Butters

We are the virus,
The disease ridden art of perfection,
eroded by a cancerous cyst,
turned a whiter shade of pale,
paper thin beauty in a beholders eye,
stifled laughs through blackened lungs,
drip fed tears through a wrinkled skin,
we see our dust start to fall,
prelude turns to interlude,
our truth and destiny,
the moth eaten robes of a transient soul.

In the
uphill
struggle
of a soul...

..if
I have ever done ill,
it is only because
I have been ill.

I woke up,
and scavaged through my bed for my cellphone.
i realized,
my earpieces formed a noose around my neck
and my sheets,
already seem to wrap my body.
i commited suicide in my sleep.
funny.
I woke up this morning,
disappointed.
no texts.
I expected that, but i never failed to check every morning that i woke,
in case you remember me before you fall asleep.
I woken up from a nightmare.
And to be honest,
i was in a state of denial.
Did it happened,
did it not?
In reality and in sub-consciousness,
you wrecked me in both.

(FAH)

Ship ahoy !
she sails into the harbor,
masts glistening in the morning sun,
her decks a wash with the promise of discovery,
her groaning timbers telling tales of forbidden pleasures,
rich is her cargo and she bows under weight of collected treasures,
take me away oh merry band of sailors,
take me to your lands of bounty,
never again to return to these shores.

Caress my soul a thousand times.
Drag me out of the dark...
Pull me in and open my eyes.
Feed me, love me, trust me.
Believe in who I am... your everything, your hope.
Show me the stars... show me heart.
A heart full of confusion
...a life of lies.
Who is real?
The flesh is a scam,
A wicked, twisted trick.
Who may prevail?