The girl with many faces do you want me?

They held me down in the hospital

I screamed your name I as the needle punctured my skin

sedated

All I wanted was love

but the angels don’t answer

they just sleep

even the demons weep

is the price too steep?

I broke into house just to talk to one of your many faces

When life is a bruised fruit

do you have the roots

like a tree to rescue me?

heaven is sunlights kiss

but I am in the dark

Our divine spark is pain.

Heart or Hope

Hope speaks

yet my heart feels

tears flow down my cheek

at least I am real

Hope or heart

to feel the pain

Or to look for the sunshine in the rain

Faking smiles

In rooftop terraces

the Ferris wheel of life

let me go off to murder my strife

A vacation for frustration

My heart is black hole

longing and empty, wilful and bold

Hope is bird singing in a distant cage

a heart is strange thing to age

with my ageing heart

I give you my wisdom and advice

but you won’t see the payment I made

the cut and paste words that shade

and shadow this page

the one I didn’t say which are hidden

But pave the way

Heart or hope

I cope and live for brighter days

when sunlight pours onto this desperate stage.

We are slaves or wolves without teeth

They have enslaved us

We may curse and we may cuss
distrust our leaders
we must not bite the hand that feeds us
but our hands bleed
we are wolves without teeth
belief, in brighter days
made us slaves
the light which is ours anyway
Austerity just another sickness
of the state
Gives rise to division and hate
we are all to busy fighting for existence
to seek a better system
or resist them
So the rich get richer
and the poor live by the wire
from Theresa May to Boris Johnson you are all liars
We don’t believe in socialism or looking after the defenceless
It’s tribalism that’s too expensive
we need to move from leaders to people
to save our planet
but damn it
we are too busy infighting
So what do we do
move to other throw
or make the system work
It’s in your hands the future is work
that pays off
and doesn’t enslave
and that saves the environment and Gaia
do we want to end in nuclear fire
ruled by psychopathic liars.

Destroy your roots

Destroy your roots

I am drug that turns on you

that burns you away

as you burn it away.

I am the family you never had

no father.

Just your mother on another planet

she made her career her aim

the lessons in school teaching just blame

I am the church of vampires

who feed off of religion

and superstition

they teach guilt

to the hilt of sword

they wilt words

of love that were meant

and taint the truth

that was heaven sent

I am the college you tried

your peers pried

into your life like gossip

now you try to fit in

but they’ve already written

your story

So beat your roots

stand tall

life maybe governed by walls

but we can still climb over

luck is not just governed by four leafed clovers

to be the change you want see

you have to change your view

set your sights on what you want

if can’t change the words

change the font

at least make your life pretty

all rewrite your story

Be the path out of the ordinary.

Every picture tells a story

In the middle of a picture of industries gates

sat a man who just waits

Unemployed from his 30s onwards

looking for an opportunity

in this life of lunacy

photographed as a sign of the times

this life is full of grime and thought crimes

have we stolen a moment

is there any atonement?

for the man who now sits on a corner

from the established systems in place

who like to hide from the despair on his face.

Do you think they will ever care?

Do you think they will ever care?

the rich and powerful and the big banks

own us with their guns and tanks

will they care when we are gone?

they siphon our money through a straw

Just so they can get richer through the profits of war

on everyone including the poor and disabled

the immigrants and working class able

We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country

full of those who would spout forth

I speak of my discourse

but wasn’t it Jesus who said

that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle

as a rich person to go to heaven

the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven

Or is the doomsday clock wrong

we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong

In being poor

heaven can wait for our souls

we need to be cared for…

These are the days

There are days when we toy with innocence

there are days when wear despair as our clothes

days when we truly open our eyes

days when we want to keep them closed.

Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts

and there are days when that pain departs.

Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake

and days when we feel so far away from that love

that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.

Days when we pretend to be free

and days when we really do hold the key

to doors unopened before.

Days when we feel we can take on the world

and days where we hide in the corner.

Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna

when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose

and see a new religion being formed

a new baby being born.

Days change what we think and who we are

days where we travel near and days we travel far

drink in the moments and savour the day

because its drifting away

and its all we have!

There is no vending machine for love

You cannot find a vending machine for love

you cannot pretend it’s real love

My heart is on fire

is it a liar?

is all love is smoke and mirrors

if so can I forgive her

I check my change

you are everything I desire

my hearts ablaze

but is this only a phase?

love maybe a chase

but not a vending machine case

I haven’t the money to give

to choose the love I need to live

you are a beautiful woman

but I will never have you or own your soul

at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control

I can put my money into the machine

but I will never be your dream.

A man filled to the brim

A man filled to the brim

with importance like a full pint

waiting to have his glass smashed

and the contents on the bar room floor

in a bar room brawl

or drunk or consumed

by time

I unlike have had my confidence dashed

my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk

I skulk in the background

I was only ever a lemonade man

in the shade never seen or scanned

by eyes

my life never pretty lies.