I am with you

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If I could cry your tears

fight your fears

if I could rattle ignorance’s cage

this would be the war I’d wage.

If I could give you back the light in your eyes

put the truth where angels cry

if I could give you the words to bring hope

I know you’d live and cope.

If I could take your violence, your silence

and give you expression

If I could take the promises you broke

and grant you the rest to be awoken

From the madness that taken your love and potential

and show you the stars shine for us all

I would pick you up from your fall

and guide you to a new dawn

for the words have been born anew

the story lies with me and you

and you can make it through

the heartache and maddening pain

you can find your rainbow in the rain.

Don’t you remember when we were kids

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Don’t you remember when we were kids

when you proposed to your childhood crush with a hula hoop ring

sung nursery rhymes and pretended to be king

of a castle and that your friend was a dirty rascal

played hop scotch in the playground
and run across and TIG your it
and you ran across the school yard with glee
just because you could with me
we though it was great to grow up
but we sometimes miss those days
finger painting and art
now all we dream of is shopping carts
and money ain’t it funny
how growing up was a trap
and how we used play was so inventive
creating pretend treasure maps.

Humanity cure or disease

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The nightmare begins

dreams tear apart at the seams

we given into dystopian

dysfunctional futures

where we nurture our own

tribal desires

our hope lies with Gaia

seeing everything as us

we bleed so do the trees

and everything

we are one organism

burning our dead

Just to stay ahead

or so we think

death is our reaping

it is creeping in

Where are the prophets

we traded for profits

where is justice

is it in us?

what about the animals

what about the insects

the trees

are we the cure or the disease?

slogan’s poem

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Because you’re worth it

spend your money

Just do it

What’s the worst that can happen

Think different
Ideas for life
impress the wife
don’t be evil
don’t be mean
Spend the green
the wonga
take out a loan
For everything else there is master card
don’t die alone
For life can be finger licking good
and I am loving it!

(I am getting rich

while your a slave on minimum wage)

corporation stacks up money

while people lose their souls

to betting shops

and capitalist companies control

who‘s really got your back

money gone like your spending it on crack.

Tescoland

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Tescoland

Give me some answers

and some supermarket vouchers

I have been saving my points

I don’t want to fall on my aching joints

I hope supermarket flowers don’t disappoint

the girl I love.

I am going to Tescoland

Tescoland ahhhhh ohhhhh

that magical place

watch a child’s face light up in the toy aisle

I want to sit in the gadget zone giving style

I hope you like my range

my style I am going to Tescoland

ahhhh ohhhhh

just loving the value beans

supermarket cider

I am getting wider by the minute

eating snacks

and chocolate from and green and blacks

I am stacking those socks and boxer shorts

In my basket

Hoping I can fill my casket

with all I have bought

from Tescoland

I hope you understand

I am buying my heaven

Buying fresh cream from Devon

I am going to Tescoland

where there are trolleys

and checkout dollies

I am finding some cocktail brollies

to impress my mates

I going there in a state

after getting drunk as a skunk monkey

I am going to dance with a security guard

and hopefully not get arrested

In Tescoland.

Three lions may still cry

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Lions may still cry 

Our hardest opponent 

We still battled and tried 

4 minutes stretching out in the last chance saloon

Down to 10 men because of injury and doomed 

we aimed for the stars

gained our chance

may other chances come 

three lions on a shirt 

defeat hurts

But the next step needs to be taken

three lions may still roar and awaken

progression, may it be our fate

to awaken a winners state

and battle to the same stage

and this time take our chance

for we invented the this game

football will come home one day again! 

I love you beyond

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I love you beyond the life I lead

Beyond the daydreams I had as a child

Beyond this cage of bone

Beyond the words I pray

I love you beyond the fabric of dark matter

Beyond the earth which houses my body

beyond belief and believing

beyond the sands of time

beyond gravity which holds me down

beyond the demons of desperation

I love you beyond separation

Beyond my eyes which gaze

beyond music which sings out

In the blackest hope I will find you

and I will grasp your hand

sit with you and make you understand

I love your darkness and your light

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I love your darkness and your light

I love your eyes your sight

Dreaming dreams showing how to fight 

a single parent battle 

rattling the cage on the stage of life

getting through having a good time

you have left me behind

But I wish you well.

There is too much hell in my thoughts

too much insanity I have been caught

I thought about us together too much

pessimism and thoughtfulness are a crutch

I miss your smile your light

but without darkness the light wouldn’t have room to shine

I would send you lines

of poetry 

you are the name of nobility 

you won’t mix

shadows can’t be fixed

I would love your naked soul

but my heart bleeds my innocence away

but there is too much left

bereft of you 

fitted out without a clue 

If I’d loved both of us more 

I would have set the fire free

but it is your soul who has my key