Is anything really new anyway?

Beat box

Sounds the same

dubstep bass sound gains

the themes of songs will they run out

recycled like words of revolution

films and their titles

characters and dance recitals

books and villains

psychosis and chilling vendettas

is anything really new?

colours and musical spectrums

songs on the radio, a selection

the human condition and reality

dragging out themes

daydreams scream

they generate our generations dreams

can we be different

can we be new

can ideas be lost

can they grow inside of you?

Ancestor’s song

These ashes

this dust,

this earth

from where I emerged

this rain

this pain

the blood surges

in my veins

these hands outstretched towards the sky

could be branches of trees

life is better taught when it dances

to music

through bodies through knees

whether we can hear the music or not

we dance to the tunes of our ancestors

their dreams beat in our chests

and bless our minds and souls

sometimes I think their ghosts watch on

or are reincarnated into our songs.

King of nothing part 2

I am the king of nothing

I have the arrow of time

embedded in my chest

a song, a beating that cannot rest

I was a wild child

before life tamed me

I used to fight wars in my head

I still do

but love’s cogs and mechanism

are as lost as I am to you

I live, the universe lives in me

but I am royalty severed

I mind that cannot be tethered

only to her

No gold no frankincense no myrrh

I am man unpicked undone

I stand alone

but I serve her

and her throne.

Ghost FM

The radio booms on speakers

it’s enough to wake the dead

zombies re attach their heads

ghosts clammer for attention.

What’s this dissenting dismal story

breaking from the ordinary

it must be the radio news.

This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight

dead ravens take flight

like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe

the word nevermore repeated.

Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio

the presenter moves his skeletal hand

and slides the controls to the peak setting.

his voice a long forgotten recording

playing jingles old songs and adverts

for a town where no one is around…

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.

If I were an alien

If I were an alien
I would not let on
that my planet was inhabited
it would be cloaked
and that is no joke
for human beings like playing war

If I were an alien
I’d have peace in my world
We wouldn’t be fighting over religion gender or sexuality
we’d have an utopian society.

If I were an alien
I’d simply just be
Seeking answers to this reality
I’d want to find a way to time travel
and unravel the universes mysteries
see what happened at the start and the end
and in between.

If I were an alien
I wouldn’t have pets I’d have friends
I’d nurture creatures to grow
I’d help them to develop
and envelope their hearts with love and creativity

If I were an alien
I’d live a great and long life
full of awesome experience and knowledge
I’d make sure my fellow alien’s also foraged
for knowledge, for learning is infectious
I’d not let anyone be directionless.

Radio memories

The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.

The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.