The rose that never opened up
drinking from a devils cup
of denial
You can’t even smile
You are all thorns anyway
In the savage light of day
you weren’t born this way
But you allowed yourself to be moulded
it’s better to be unfolded.
The shadow behind the sword
In the words we say, a shadow longer than midday sun is cast
Beyond the grave the sword that saves us from the axe
Beyond the taxes and tax collectors in this country vast
though we are but mortals
the books we read our portals
to lives we’ve never lead
our blood runs thick and red.
The shadow behind the sword
is the words we said sincerely
they are the nearly
meant songs of another world
A parallel world when utopia was cast
into years that lasted.
My guide
My guide
I know you won’t believe me.
I know you probably won’t see things from my point of view
I know your heart is beating faster than freight train
but I am you.
As the universe divides and fragments
I can see things that were meant and never meant
that were and never were
in your eyes,
the dreaming of starry skies
the Sunday morning rainbows
the sun that glows
the words permeating your story’s pages with ink
the way we sunk and sink
into grasping the everlasting
you by no means are not a failure
you are the sea the ship I sail on and yeah
I know it’s a sea of salty tears
blown by the winds of love and overblown fears
but you are my guide
a force I cannot hide
as I take my strides
you are my power of three
and my truth I long to see.
Politicians
Card board cut out of humans
would you choose them?
they deny, won’t answer the questions why
because fake news and lies
are easier than
telling us, we fucked up man!
all across the lands
they cling to power
while the environment goes sour
and pollution paves the way
for all our graves
and science to them doesn’t mean a thing
because they are dreaming of fat salaries
from corporations
and tax breaks for themselves
shopping carts and working class elves
we are broken when we can’t tell the truth
they hide behind a smoke screen aloof
but we should get the children asking the questions
because it’s their world not these clandestine people
who yearn for power and are evil.
The truth
The truth
Twisted to a make a weapon for fools
perspective is not a collective entity
eventually will we see
that truth is a hydra
a multi faced dragon
but the only way to have justice
is to discover the rightful face
in the echoes of sanity
we will see the truth displayed
Hallucinations
Hallucinations in my mind
carelessly unkind
stories in time
lies told
the truth smeared like ink
the pen tangled with delusions
confusing skin
I close my mind you enter in
the night howls
I cower
hour by hour
will the sky fall
I dream for us all
or it seems that way
I hallucinate a story
I cannot tell
my own personal hell
and yet heaven resides in there as well.
Halluc-in-nation
You dream a nation
where freedom exists
here’s a bomb here’s a fist
here’s a Judas kiss
Here’s a fakery a fake news story
here’s a page 3 star
here’s cars which burn rubber
and men and women who slumber
You dream of a nation
where all are equal
without a dystopian sequel
you get regret
paths delusions you shouldn’t of met
if you can’t live with your neighbours
how can we have saviours
if we can’t tell corporations to pay taxes
then maybe we should sharpen our axes
and yet the rich get richer
and they stitch up
Our bodies in bags
drag us away
Did I hallucinate a brighter day
when all we need is so simple
and yet the ripples
for that day get further away
and dissipate
Into merely nothing
were we bluffing when we fought
to gain rights
or is it that tv dreams
and Pc and phone screens
are so much of a distraction
that we can’t get a meaningful interaction
between all of us
we curse and cuss
but we just hallucinate distrust
the nation we want
still lies in us.