The light which gazes upon me
pleased and warm
The trees which wither and wave
torment my soul
Innocence which is blinded by –
Comes into the light and grows.
The encircling seas divide my days
lonely and naked
Nature spins her web and forces us
At life which begins to pass us by –
inhabitable dens of insanity
Comes into the light and grows.
What are loves moments of peace
for decades at war
The voices which once echoed
are blocked by the vines
Innocence which is lost in –
Comes into the light and goes.
The blinded child before me!
He sees all HE needs to SEE!
The truth face of mother earth
Burnt out and fucked.
Enough is enough!
The tongue captures before the mouth fades
Fades memories wanted before those early graves
We’re all soldiers and we’re all stars
Awaiting someone to align with ours.
Myself, A home, A tomb –
Controlled by no-one,
except by that beautiful brunette,
staring from across the room.
Trapped with the fake, needless –
aberrations, of my mind,
I am a loser shines a little bit but
at least it doesn’t seem to rhyme.
The reflections from the industrial sink –
The catch of materials, gripped by the tongues.
The less you know the better –
How can one ideology be so wrong.
The repeating streets.
Strained cigar humidity.
An excuse for new lingo.
The only selection we can’t control.
The only selection which has no hatred –
toward sex, race and religion is the new rock’n’roll
Yeah, I don’t really believe in God.
One could say I don’t believe in being reborn.
I believe you can, and you will.
Call me if you die.
The revved up memories of wars –
between the simplified eyes.
My telephone rings hello.
But, its clutching at meaningly rusty shadows.
Those revved up memories of wars –
compared to being between your thighs
– were nothing.
Places remain, where thoughts change.
But thoughts remain, in places all the same
Strange Days/Sombre Nights
How could I ever let you walk away?
With that smile cracked upon your face,
What a wonderful mistake.
So calm down and put your records on,
I want to, listen to strange days with you.
It’s my favourite band.
Cos all these strange days
And sombre nights –
Wont lead you to your paradise.
So take a dip in the sea-
So take a dip in the sea-
Do you really feel free?
You best repeat after me.
Do you really free free?
I could of sworn I’d seen your face before.
The midnight cheater,
From the day-time taxi rank war,
And, though I try without any thought,
Revert my eyes,
I can’t keep my sights off the score.
At least I can’t see too straight anymore.
Them closed doors might keep him out
But they won’t keep out your thoughts.
You watch the wild horses run
Past your windows and past your porch.
You can’t wait for the sun to come down
And, show the world what you once taught.
To the masses and, to the few
There is much more to life than war.
I’ve read it in the papers and I’ve seen the news
They get shy at just the thought.
Well if only you told me what you knew
We’d be long gone outta here, I’m pretty sure.
But as time bleeds away into one
Fortress of lost and pure.
I spend my remains nights
Following broken tracks up north.
A fox going in and out of my feet,
the children on the street,
Dancing to their own beat,
I thought I knew what I was looking for
But maybe I don’t know, at least not anymore .
Those attached terrace houses,
The shady brick work,
You know the kind –
That might make you wanna move,
Move somewhere down south,
Where all the brick work is fine.
I knew our eyes felt something more than intimate from their brief encounter,
across the hazed floor. If I could only speak what I wanted.
I wouldn’t have to rely on that.
As I look upon these smudged canvas skies,
Watching them turn from azure blue to the welcoming monochrome,
I cant help but think; there has to to be something greater than –
The energy viaducts which suck the life from the earth –
The unlimited, ultimate TV and data packages.
Its hard to believe that people would rather stop to look at their phones –
then to look the world pass them by.
Trapped within their realm of fake reality – personal totalitarianism.
I have recently been quite busy. I am looking toward working with musicians and kick-starting my own solo poetry songwriting career, when I’ve finished my setlist. I’m currently focusing on my writing and poetry, though I’ve not much new work which I feel needs to be uploaded straight to my website. (as of the minute) Therefore taking a little break (with sporadic intervals of uploads) and will begin uploading work, when I have heard back from various poetry sites/magazines which, I have submitted work to. Hopefully, if all goes well, you will see the poetry I have sent in through their sites/magazines. IF NOT, I will be uploading them myself, as soon as I have results.
Corrupted the crops.
Crops were picked – The destroyed lot.
One mother of nasty bliss.
But the real ‘Bliss’ didn’t reach those kids.
They’ll never be a stop.
At one click – they drop.
Dispense and dissolve particles of life.
The children, they suffer and cry throughout their nights.
In which we cannot plus.
Donald Trump, George Bush, The Clintons which the uneducated trust.
Three and three equals seven in a world so corrupt.
I wrote this a few years ago whilst I was walking around War Remnants Museum in (Saigon) Ho Chi Minh City I was viewing as much of the photographs and videos as I could bear – most of which spoke of Agent Orange and it made me think about life and how nothing truly changes other than that the violence increases. Power hungry, false idols yet now the news wouldn’t report the truth. Just look at Julian Assange, he exposed two US Army soldiers for murdering innocents and he’s the criminal. The truth should always be exposed and not hidden away and ignored.