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.
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.
They have enslaved us
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.
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.
Without the pain of birth
nothing can happen.
And although you may grapple with darkness
light will always shine free
the truth will out eventually
it cannot be hidden
they buried it but it broke free
and blossomed into a tree
for all to see.
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…
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!
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
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.