Wednesday 31 July 2013

What happened to honour

What happened to honour

What happened to honour
I know more honourable thieves than policemen as most thieves can not be brought
I know more respectful cleaners than teachers as cleaners have accepted their positions rather than imagined them
I know more educated security guards than council employees for the former really do want to protect and serve rather than the latter whom pretend and manipulate
I see and hear more honesty from the homeless than for those making social policy and dictating how others should act while doing the opposite
Had our society been built from the bottom up rather than being built upon those at the bottom then surely we would not see the abuse of power that we do, the rape and manipulation of not only children but their innocence nor would we have the conditions that we do whereby the government now feels comfortable enough to endorse racist policies and legislation knowing of its impact upon the populace to say nothing of the way we treat our elderly those with disabilities and those not in employment. For the only value that one has in a modern society is that of commerce.

Tuesday 30 July 2013

For the morrow it will be your turn

Does not death bring that release
From anguish from the despair of
Of dying for in life was it not always
The same that constant denying that
Things could ever be the same that
Loss of peace which your eyes and
Persona became after each and every
Battle
Did I not love you enough for you to
Care was I not able to show you how
It was I did care for the children of this
World but yet you pursued me as if I
Did deserve the hatred in your eyes
Come quickly now say your goodbyes
For the morrow it will be your turn

Darkness of light

Darkness of light

We will meet again soon
When death does bring me
To that room of in between
In that time then all your screams
Of anguish and despair shall
I answer and give not a care
For in death shall be my vengeance
As I stand judgement over those
Things that were done in lights
Knowledge did not come seeking
All that was me
We shall meet upon the terms of
Those things that you considered
To be in darkness for ever more but
Were reveal by the last sound of
Trumpets on that final dawn of all
That remains of inhumanity come
Let us reason now for it is your soul
Which is at stake and I am as harsh
In my deaths robe as I was in the
Darkness of light

Sunday 28 July 2013

For I have Not forgotten your love

Don’t forget my beauty and
Remember that for you it did
Grow reaching for those places
That many dream of but seldom
Do know the true nature of it
All for with you love I was able
To stand tall among the grass
And the seeds from your heart
Like words to me called out my
Name always there always the
Same like the rising of the sun
I looked up and saw my way you
Did come with your compassion
With you smile your smells and
Such fascination brought me to
My knees
Don’t forget my beauty and
And those things you did which
Allowed me to be me for I have
Not forgotten your love

I am Him and he is me

I am Him and he is me

A spider crawled into
My eye said he wanted
To see me from there he
Went in to my mind said
He wanted to be me and
Seek those dark corners
So hard to find in those
Spaces he was ever so kind
And built his web hoping
To find all those loose things
Floating in time and lost
Memories
A spider crawled into
My mouth headed do my
Throat said he was going
Down south past the lungs
And heart he wanted to reach
My feet a good place to start
His search for reality for a place
A dwelling in which he could
Be master of his own realm
He stated he had no fear and
Wanted to quell the vibrations
Of my heart wanted to heal me
Wanted to start sharing his visions
With me for he was of the opinion
There was more to me than that
Which met his eyes
A spider crawled into
My heart not one of the others
From the outside did start but
One born of me wanted to make
Sure I was me for he had heard
So many things that his little legs
Had brought him to bring a wonder
To his world for he had a feeling my
Insiders were hurt from the living
Of it all now my spider is 5″9″ tall
And walking where ever I go and
Should the light change quickly
Then surely he’ll show himself
For what he is my support my
All that I can give for the spider
Is now me and in that take over
He did set me free from the restraint
Of it all you’ll find me climbing
Some tree or wall for the spider
And I did change place no fuss no
Argue no loosing of grace for it was
Done gracefully that deal that was
Made between spider and me to
Experience the other to have a
Change and possibly discover more
Than either could see for now I am
Him and he is me

Beauty in all under this sky

Beauty in all under this sky

A red rose for my garden
Sweet smelling beauty
Fresh from my heart
Sharing the sunshine
Of which we are part
A red rose for my garden
Attracting the bee’s
To come and see me
And that space that
Is made for a pardon
To compensate for that
Longing to be free and
Spend my time in the fields
Of life looking and searching
For that other way to be
A red rose for my garden
Merely a representation
Of that I see with my minds
Hidden eye
Beauty in all under this sky
A red rose for my garden
Looks so alone now so
Sad am I for that
Red rose in my garden

Possibly be in the now

Possibly be in the now

Love has no future it
Has not past it merely
Has that ability to last
Beyond our dreams to
Succumb not to illusions
That attack it fast for fear
Of it’s power to change to
Bring to life and rearrange
All that could possibly be
Love has no future it
For it is all that it could
Possibly be in the now

Saturday 27 July 2013

A true illusion for no such Things exists

Knowledge goes out of
Date and commons sense is
A sin have you ever stopped
To wonder what world we
Live in where children are
Commodities in life and like
Disposable husband or wife
For sure we are progressing
No longer is needed a different
Sex spouse gone are the
Days of white picket fences
And little cute houses in
This hyper age of educated
Confusion to be a norm is
A true illusion for no such
Things exists

Future of loss and despair & To be judged

To be judged

Seek shelter if you can for
It was foretold that not any
Hand could hide the face of
Man while mountains do hide
Not knowing pride for they know
The hour is at hand and none
Bar man is foolish to stand and
Lie while in death he do stand
To be judged
Did not deaths dream of
Reality bring distant times
Of other things back into a
Future of loss and despair

Did not deaths dream of
An end to the beginning
Find open arms in the lost
Notions of charm and what
Is was to be

Did not deaths dream of
Of awakening cling to that
Notion of ability for man and
His descendants to claim back
Normality of his sprit to sing
Unto god his praises

Did not deaths dream of
Life bring about that damnation
Of plight that we have become
Accustomed to and with all
Our might have called our own