Politicians shouldn’t use people as pawns

Should anything be done for political gains?

the political game

should played fair.

Choose your battles with care

I have seen politicians using people as pawns

I want to reiterate the fact that this is despicable and leaves us all forlorn

yes we need a voice

but we shouldn’t be a means to an end

bend us and we will break

don’t make promises that you can’t keep

just for ambition

I have premonition that you will be found out

and lose your political clout

because we see through your veneer

however thickly it is smeared

and however you muddy the waters

or use smoke and mirrors

you will never be forgiven

for your gaslighting

will be called out

and we all know the truth will be heard

it cannot be caged like a bird

it is more than just a word.

I am with you

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

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

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?

I love you beyond

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

Dreamers disease

You never see my pain

behind the cold rain

I hide them all the same

A so called weirdo

I don’t choose to be schizophrenic

it’s God’s epidemic

when the cave man called to the divine

when he spoke to the trees

as gods when he believed

did you think the ones who didn’t believe

tormented him yes they probably did

but without looking outside our shell

we can’t see heaven or hell

and if you don’t look science as well.

Haunted spouse

In a house on a hill

there was a married couple

with woman who’s will was broken

domestic bliss

started out with one kiss

now she’s haunted by the ghost of how her life should’ve been

he said he wished they never met

he yearned for a life of adventure

he says he’s been held back

through the crack

In the wall of their house

She believes she can see the stars.

Her eyes puffy from tears

her heart putty to fears

which shape her into clay pot

of wasted memories and time

why didn’t she travel the world?

instead of having marrying him

though she doesn’t regret having two boys and a girl.

She’s a haunted spouse

who will one day haunt a house

with memories bitter sweet

and taste the the pain of defeat

of eyes that shouldn’t of met

his stare

she yearns for another man to hold her and care

love and life are both unfair

and don’t hold her gaze

she sits and smokes her life to ashes.

I am old school

Listening to tunes on my CD player

I am old school I don’t need to tell yah

dance music on repeat 

the sun is up no need to sleep

drifting in a musical haze

come on life is full of care free days

at least for today

let’s get together 

feel the music flowing through our bodies

oddly enough I have dreamt about adventure 

and dancing care free 

with you is where I want to be.