A punk prayer

A punk prayer

A leather studded glove
A love for the obscene
I’d like to f*ck you it’d be my dream
Mohawks and tats
Never mind the bollocks you tw*ts
Chains of thick metal
and studs and hoops
Groupies and groups of the disaffected
Reflected in the eyes of your sunglasses
Tartan mini skirts and asses
Anarchy in the eyes of the youth
Paint the town red
Amen in the eyes of new gods
men and women

The light ahead

The light ahead

Talking about a revolution
Will sound like a whisper uttered by children
In the wilderness
in the deep winter we keep hold of our history
thinking about it to keep us warm
From the chill winter storms
that beat down outside.

The light is in us
the spark of own divine creation
we are the children of the story
We create our fate
fashion our chances
Life pulses like the lightbulb
Don’t hide what you have

She waits in the palace
Star lit loves always finds a way
Clairvoyant hearts and souls
For the goddess wait
Wisdom is her name
She knows your own
from the dawn of your existence.