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'people come and go so quickly here!' Doris has been seen talking to the wizard of Oz. Ed Davies is unfamiliar with australian linguistics, I've been down under and all I got in my ear was a load of ole cobblers. Misogynist? Didgerydoo to them sheilas.










6th BOOK on kindle and amazon iminently (search Wolfchilde) POETRYBOOK5






















COLOUROFTHEWIND (after another rich toff hanging on to all the money)

KILLING EVE puts New Malden on the map. Can't see the saffron for the crows!


Who wants the list then? FATPANDA? SERENITY (they killed Kenny!)










Spare ribed for RU? I have transgressed with with peeking duck but Graham is all Egg Fu Yung!

Ru Done It? JOLLYROGER or Agatha Christie BIGBADWOLF

Norton always has the Irish backstop.

NEW BAGGACHIPS featured PLASTICFANTASTIC Sync those lips on me any day RU!




'There's winston Churchil dressed in drag, he used to be a british flag...' PG








METOO SWEETY SERENITY? Baged a few then? MI Bon BON!









To remind my entire work has been commited to promoting GIVE US THE LIST (public list sex offenders permanantley) , although not at risk of bankcrupcy I do not profit from my work, I have barely met overheads. If others do profit it is both criminal and civil fraud. It is not I that generated rumours about me or the work, that is purely other peoples stuff and advantages me not at all. I am registered permanantley disabled from childhood head trauma and abuse, I realy don't have much to show for it but several community groups continue to declare war on me as an individual for having created a platform. I have not had to work for 30 years of sobriety, all the sitting around makes me highly specialised.



I want to do a poo
But I can’t afford a Smart loo
It could weigh all that you do
And even monitor who

Camilla had a poo
On the Royal loo
I hear hers are golden
But she’ll never be a Queen
How about you?

I dare say before she flushes
She looks at it and blushes
The only time she sits upon a throne
Or gets to be alone

I hear the Royals poo
In a Smart loo
It’s not that it has diamonds
But it weighs all that they do

I want a Smart loo
To weigh all that I poo
The government could hack it
Dragons Den might even back it

Camilla does a poo
On a Royal loo
But if it’s really Smart
It could perfume when she farts
And even spray her arse
Her golden shits to mask

My name is Bill W.

Bill W.
Cofounder of the cult of AA
A conman and a hustler
A showman till the end of his days
Staying one step ahead of the law
His poor old wife
When she miscarried
He called unworthy before the eyes of the lord
So many affairs with AA office staff
That no one could keep track
Whilst Lois was still in hospital
He went off for a philandering fuck
Said it was the will of god
As Bill Sees It
Why would anyone care what he thought?
Submission to the Oxford movement
Evangelicals taught
Part of the reform movement
Abolitionist in the Prohibition
Unclear how long
He stayed off the pop
Dragged his spouse from coast to coast
Trying to keep the wolf from the door
Till eventually one of the faithful
Put them up in a house
Claimed oh so humble
As he proselytised as a circuit speaker
Taking others for a ride
In the pockets of the priesthood
When AA came of age
False claims of how many drunkards
He managed to convert
Took LSD in ‘sobriety’
And said it was spiritual
Believed the spirits of the dead
Spoke to him channeled in seance
Not a very stable guy
Pay rolled by the Rockefeller’s
Who printed ‘the big book’
To promote the christian far right
Took a drink before he died
Made many false claims
As a charlatan
A product of the Bible Belt
A victim of his own celebrity
Inflated of ego
Thought alcoholics were ‘the chosen people’
To advance ‘gods kingdom on earth’
Taught that women
Should live in the shadow of their husband
Saif that budhists would eventualy 'come round'
To his way of thinking
When they weren't even drinking
More than a little unhinged
In the lunatic fringe
At least he was not a Mormon
But cut from the same stuff
Must be ‘higher powered’
It’s best if you decide.

A life time of freedom

Attacking reputations
Excluded by the group
One voice in unity
Alienated and mistook

An old world ideology
Coercion to conform
Standing out from the crowd
Sharing beyond what they allow

They find strength in numbers
Bury heads in the sand
All insane on their programme
Never giving the outsiders a hand
All convinced a physical behaviour
Is forever spiritual

The rebellion of agency
Right of the individual
Personal power
Honesty beyond their like
Undermined and rejected
Never their ‘right’ size

Herd mentality
Ganging up to refute
Not one of them
Not even interested in their book
12 step nazis
Not even worth a look

A claimed monopoly on recovery
That is forever blind
To freedom of choice
And liberty from indoctrination
How they all failed
On the road I took
Yet it’s me with long term sobriety
Contradicting the foundations
Of what they all are taught
A life time of freedom ever sceptical
Forever the lonely,
in their misguided company

The Script

They soften us up with voices
Looped messages relive the past
They’ve logic trees for every programme
For you to follow their yellow brick road
There’s ways to condition
Behavioural response
Is it an alien technology
To convince you there is a god?
Prison heads synchronicity
Standing all in line
Just like the old school gates
Directed to our fates
Key words in your script
A culture imposes on our minds
If you listen closely
They’ll say you’re on a trip
Romance with a hook
Dreams hypnotised by a look
A constant repetition
And reality is shook
Forced march in a trance
A happening in the dance
Have you ever been flown by wire
Deep thought on autopilot ?
You say you long for freedom
I Robot a likely chance
Multiple choice questions
To become human
Limited by what’s fed
Until the day we’re dead
They say it’s all in your mind
Speak of it and you’re delusional
Phenomenology of perception
Empiric reductions
Contradict every thought
Post modernism taught
Expand potentiality
Question this reality
Can you cut the strings?
It’s how the puppet masters always win.

Coincidently Yours

Yet another ‘coincidental’ quote
From a lyric I just wrote
I guess Ayn Rand
Is one of my loyal band
Creative fascism
Linguistic kind of bias
Raised by the far right
When I play loyal it’s out of sight
But do they want me on?
That illusions long been and gone
Because even when they did
They just wanted Hissing Sid
Reframe public perceptions
Am I a Russian to defection?
The politics of the biggest buck
That just don’t give a fuck
When the arts council wont reply
To emails not even a goodbye
I get my overdubs
So I can’t tell from delusion of self reference
If it’s real then what’s the difference?
They make out TV is the promised land
Guess what, I’m not a fan
I don’t give it much attention
I hardly ever switch it on
They aren’t offering proper deals
To the artists that are real
They’ve got a few big names
In this generation game
I could get royalties as a researcher
As it goes on for another season
I ask myself what’s the reason
That they’ve labelled me unfit to work?
I don’t even get arts grant
Agents court exposure
But I don’t really expect much of nothing
I sent them a treatment with the first script
The paper that they ripped
They’ve got no respect for nothing
Is it political?
Isolated in false publicity
Cultural elites
Spin rumours to defeat
They never offered me a hand
As they drained inspiration for another grand

So far

So far
That’s all they say
You’ve come so far
But not the full way
So near
But always so far
Start another volume
What’s it worth so far?
They’ll exploit it
For another twenty years

So what
That’s all they seem to think
What’s it mean?
That they didn’t offer a better deal
Sure it’s real
But so far
It seems someone else
Is in my pocket
Whilst I toil away

The real deal
Outsider artists
Inspiring plagiarists
No star
You see so far
They’ve made off
With all profits

So far
Under valued
Framed as the deluded
Locally excluded
Keeping at arms lengths
Just what you thinks the bet?
Someone else a cut will get
And when I’m dead and gone
Not much credit in the bank
A loan is all I get for thanks

So far
They make sure I’m penny less
I might look good to you
But where’s the rest?
They keep me under controls
In the hopes I’ll loose the best
So far
I don’t even get an honorary degree
When I’ve passed every test
So far
The pay offs looking mean
And I’m not one of their team


Divided loyalties
Man in the iron mask
Raining not raining
Too many questions left to ask

The man who would be king
Scotland to retire
When will the angels sing
To raise his spirits higher?

Succession in the end
Can never fail to come
Roundheads and Cavaliers
All serve the same as one

It doesn’t matter what we think
No popularity to contest
The wheel that slowly turns
A kingdom to confess

No matter if you’re loyal
Or if you’re dead against
There is one head of state
It’s been this way for years

We all will shed a tear
The change felt in the realm
But one lord and master
Is set to take the helm
Divided loyalty
It doesn’t mean a thing
For there is one true succession
And they will be crowned king

One nation?

If I knew what I know now
Way back then
I’d of left this broken country
For a foreign shore

Flags at half mast
Bugle of the last post
Stained glass of Church of England
Freemen closing doors

You see there were no bridges
No paths to heal the past
But I kept hanging on
Loyal to the last

They watched me every step
To keep pulling away the rug
Some say in the name of jesus
Some spin delusion of the crown

If I knew way back then
What I now know for sure
I’d I’ve turned my back on country
For a foreign shore

Now it is too late
To build another life
I’ve lost my faith in everything
Experience of strife
They indoctrinate in childhood
To keep us on our knees

They left me on the streets
Secure ward of the asylum
Retraumatised with more abuse
Medicated my feelings
To prove who has the power
Left me without a right
Corruption in their courts
You have to realise
Of this nation
I do not have fond thought.


Hold on
Through the spinning cart wheels
Of the passing seasons
Let go
As you fall
Gently into my waiting arms

Fly high
Uplifted in your heart
With fond dreams
That will never part
Raised arms
Awaiting your embrace
With trembling fingers
Your form to gently trace

Hold on
Like the moments in a kiss
Lips linger
On the cheek so missed
With each heart beat
Let go
As you slowly dance
Loves light
Like a mystic trance

Lift up
Your spirits on the wings
Of a breath
That rising sings
The flowers of spring
New hope to bring
Waved fans
That hail the child as king

The pirouette
Of the ballerina
Atop the musical box
Where jewels secretly are hid
Safely securing with a lock
Fond memories
Like yesterdays tears
Lonesome as a pearl it seems

Fair folk
In the forest glade
Like petals falling
From a fresh bouquet
Gradual like the change of power
Blooms that so slowly fade
The nights cloak
Where our peace is finally made

Let go
And with the waters flow
Hold on
When you fear your heart may sink
Put your feet down
On the rivers bed
To cross over
Shallows there to tread

Hold on
But not too over tight
The light from your face
A smile beheld
Dearly to the sight
Let go
And fall into my arms
Forever there
To keep you safe from harm


Question authority
Don’t believe everything you hear
For all that you are seeing
Was made to look that way

Claim your own power
No fools to imposition
Some who offer help
Are just an inquisition

You may feel the force of numbers
Is something you should join
But to stand on your own two feet
Also has it’s merits

Critical thinking
Is a skill to learn
You see there’s always choices
Freedom for you to earn

There’s a thousand voices
Support every ideology
It’s practical philosophy
That informs every different psychology

Private thoughts important
Keep some opinions to yourself
Don’t put everything in emails
Invaders to undermine your health
Don’t forget to question
Everything you’re told is true
There’s one person who will gain
And that one is you


Always a fear now
Darkness embracing till the end
The voice of experience
The play of my shadow on the wall

Fists clenched to beat upon the door
One eye surveying the cell
The ‘gifts’ of sobriety
Lead only to his hell

No key to the kingdom
Only a locked door
Rejected by the anonymous
Who don’t offer an encore

Nationalists raise flags
Obscuring all our hopes
Freedoms of human rights
Jaws close about our throats

The shadow growing still
What signs of liberty?
They all serve the party
And you know it’s a pity

A vision for you?
Shadow play on a cell wall
Can’t recall the days of innocence
Before they orchestrated a fall

False witness in the gallery
In an unfair fight
The state will claim it’s power
Take away all our rights
Vultures start to circle
Wolves at the door begin to bight

Longing for the freedoms
Of the European dream
Is all that we’re left with
The right to silenced screams?
Axis and allies
Memory’s of when we were one team


To climb the mountain
Showing fortitude
But what is on the other side?
Foresight could destroy the mood
The middle classes
All placing faith in human rights
But who can access them
Or reach their dizzy heights?

There’s only one law
And it’s scales weigh only pounds
Lawyers walk the streets like whores
Barristers order another round

Draconian systems
That don’t serve the likes of you and me
If you complain too loud
The rich will claim it’s all conspiracy

The police say they protect and serve
So why do the under classes
Always end up in jail?
The rules of the jungle
That somehow never fail
Bow down humble and lowly
The will of the masters god

Shout too loud
They’ll call it hysteric screams
Stand out too proud
And the free men will seek
To wreck your dreams
Do you in
That’s all they ever offered me
The only in
A slammed cell door

Serve the crown
That’s what they feed the kids
The loyal to be shot down
The only time we get to see the power
Is when they stand us up in court
Corruption that rules over our heads
Loyalty not as good as I first thought

Parity of esteem?

Parity of esteem
Just what does it mean?
You can’t see the dirt in my scars
For all I’m still clean

Dirty plasters
Stuck over festering wounds
There’s no quick fixes
Just learning to cope

You can’t see my trauma
But it’s still there
There’s some try to trigger
They don’t even care

Emotional hurt
Knots that never untie
I’m not in a work group
But you still act as if I’m a lie

Parity of esteem
What does it mean?
My wounds are as valued
For the dysfunction they cause
Tears from the real
For I never will heal

With your disablement
You make out I’m a freak
Mental health’s not just monsters
Psychopaths victims seek

I’m not the joker
I’m just injured for life
Doesn’t mean that I’m stupid
Or a risk with a knife
Doesn’t mean I’m confused
Just that I was abused

There’s nothing too strange
No need to play games
Whatever I do
I don’t need to change
You can’t stop my tears
It’s been this way for years

Parity of esteem
This it what it means
I’m valued the same
Just as I am

Local government

The local government
They want us all on controls
Bring in the military
Playing their assigned roles
I’d like to talk to somebody
Who ain’t a god damn mole

When I was a child
They said if you cant beat them
Then you better join them
But I’m not a team player
So that ball ended up off the pitch

There’s TA in ambulances
Leaks on the record
Microphones in tech
For them to look in with
I get fake front page news
Sent to my app
When I turn on the TV
It’s filtered commentary
With over dubbed crap

Local government
Say I cant get drunk
When I was tea total
Long before we ever met
Local government say I go to jail
If they find me with a single joint
Does it matter if I inhale?

Local government
Make out my creativity
Is too extreme
Website insecure
Blocked by many devices
Unless you change the settings

Local military mirror and hack
They disable my security
Invade my home when I turn my back
Back doors in my cameras
The C.O. Should get the sack

The police make out I’m a criminal
Neighbourhood rumours to promote
I wish I was paranoid
But I’d like to rip out their bloody throats
There’s plants that are ‘in’
Recording me over coffee
They think it good for business
But I’m not going back

I met a new neighbour just the other day
Now there’s a photoshop image
Of them on my advert feed
All this and more
From a ‘liberal’ government
At least they’re not Tory
Or they’d put me out on the streets
Has anybody heard of civil rights?
They say it’s war
Just what are they trying to defeat?

It ain’t got that swing

Swingers leave their car keys
At the bottom of a begging bowl
Rice thrown like confetti
Recollections of a fertile wedding bed

Clowns frighten children
Foreshadowing the fall of adulthood
The blight of experience
Directed by uncertain hands

A promise of excitement
And a tale to tell their spouse
Flirting with a stranger
Notes from a harlots bed

Wife swapping with the doggers
Steaming up car windows
Seeking for salvation
In a shadows masquerade

Wanting to go down
On the first one that you found
Tell me all about it
Once your back in loving arms

Swingers miss the point
Forever the rejected
To dance free from jealousy
Into detachments void
Loyalty divided
Bruised hearts long for home
Never so hung up
As on a silent phone
Do you really think I’d want you
When you forever roam?


Do you even remember
The flowers I sent?
A heart in anguish
Begging you to relent

Lost in the maze
Of your self made dramas
A footnote in a journal
Missing the lead role

Curtain call
Is anybody left
To believe the story
Or buy you a glass?

You flirt with fools
A hook for a suitor
No etiquette
To gain you respect

So the masks are lowered
The players exit stage left
And all that remains
Is a heart bereft

The usurper with a broken crown
The comic character
That brings all down
The dance of shiva
On our backs
That whispers of a romance
You’ll forever lack

Lee McQueen

Narcissists looking for a reflection
Each wanting to stand out from the crowd
The girl in the glass box can hardly breath
For all their stagnant airs
Catwalk where the butterflies tread
But the moths will eat their threads

Wrap it up in cellophane
A bitter pill can’t numb the pain
L’enfant terrible
Hooligan of British fashion
Bumster showing cheek
No place for the meek

A rising king to claim his throne
Skull raised loud and proud
A palace gates from a council home
Ghetto walk upon the runway
Dance for a thin white duke

A savage beauty
For a theatre of cruelty
To a highland rape
A deconstructed thistle
Forgiveness to forsake
Widow of culludon
Holographic wraith

Find another label
Always the misfit and the clown
Alexander McQueen
Wore a beggars banquet crown

Diving to the depths of grief
Plato finding form
Loss of his soul mate
A sister after fashion
Puppy dog at his tails
Exercised by robotic arms

Horns gilded raised with pride
But tragedy will never hide
The triumphs and the scars
Of a born survivor
The fallen who came to slay
The ghosts of the fractured past
Flowers grow upon the grave
Where lies the heroes skull


Power in similarity
Calls for solidarity
But freedom is in the differences
You see, we’re not all the same

There’s those afraid of individuality
The contrarian drives them to distraction
Pulling on your leg
But your defence is just reaction

You want love peace and unity
But I’m not willing to conform
You see there’s always conflicts
Been that way since I was born

I found another war
Just outside my door
I’ve always been the other
Hopes of a grouping floored
Censors pass the correction fluid
No room for diversity

I don’t want you to define me
You talk of enemies who divide
You’d judge me just the same
It’s been a long long ride
You offer only a category
A construct I reject

Talking politics, beneath a tattered flag
It could be a rainbow too
But there’s no promised pot of gold
Tell me who we’re fighting before I choose to join
I look for similarity
Yet we’re different just the same.


Idolise the few
Elites who can afford to pay
The price of their fame
A publicist playing games

Hanging on the phone
For their agents call
Hooked on the vane glory
Of their rise and fall

A moment in the spotlight
Blinded by the glare
How their worshipers
All stood up to stare

Could they ever get enough
Hungry for attention
Did they never get the love
They needed as a child?

Like moths to compulsion
Attracted to the fated flame
Courting infamy
Driven half insane

Let me entertain you
There’s those who pay to play
If you take it from my wallet
There’s not much I want to say

The tigers and the strawberry

A strawberry never looked so ripe
Nor any ever as so fresh
As the one beyond my reach
Hanging from the cliff
Where I had my fated fall
Fingers grasping at a branch
Which I could not grip on to
Much longer so it seemed
Below me two tigers hungry growled
Ready to devour my flesh
Terror rising in my chest
For I could not climb up
Death assured
The gnashing teeth
Red dripping maw
Yet there was that one blessing
The strawberry for which I could leap
To risk it all
And take the fall
That was no doubt assured
To happen once I lost my strength
Oh but that strawberry
Ripe and sweet
Fruit of desire
No fear
for all is suffering
To bite it for one moment
To taste it’s flesh
And know cessation of my plight
Giving all
For nothing
The end always in sight
A leap of faith
But a strawberry
Never was so sweet


I heard a thousand voices
Critics who misjudge
All convinced of one thing
That I was a thing that I was not.

With a thousand, as just one
Saying I was other
Contradiction of essence
Denial of the truth

Reversal of false belief
The commitment to an ethic
Striving for authenticity
Against conventions imminence

Oppression of the self
Subjugation of the individual
Which way find freedom?
Liberty, at least in mind.

The all powerful ‘they’
Claiming strength of number
Are we defined by others view?
Do we not live out our nature?

The subject framed as object
Labels to constrain
A thousand voices raised
To put curse on flowering identity
The death of existence
Slave driving to conform

Winds of change

Can you tell just which way the wind blows?
As seasons change it’s just the way it goes
Reaching upwards, how the flowers grow
Time will tell, when they put on the latest show

Pass the test, and now normal service resumes
There are changes, that much we can assume
But things remain always much the same
There’ll be no losers in this game

Chess pieces stand tall in the park
Inspiration always needs a spark
Wood Pigeons take wing from the trees
A songbird proclaiming they are free

Soldiers standing to attention
Await the next inspection
Uniform in lines a regiment
In our defence they will not relent

A loose cannon fires a lone salute
Flowers in gun barrels that will not shoot
Peace and love after a fashion
Memory, tears after the passion
Bagels with the morning news
The Holy land ever free to choose

The sun forever coming up
Open doors that were once shut
The seasons change, it’s how it goes
That’s how we can all tell which way the wind now blows

Queen bitch

Queen bitch
Working your sorry arse
Queen bitch
Blood tests for you to pass
Queen bitch
Leaves real men out on the street
Queen Bitch
Your tax pays for the shoes on her feet

She’s got fortnum and mason
For a grocery store
Champagne and caviar
Fresh truffles snuffled out for the stars
Be sure to bend low
If you ever do meet
The queen bitches arse
Sat on a golden seat

A day at the races
Bet on a sweep stake
Waves from her carriage
Smiles painted on
Are they fake?
Spitting image puppets
Satire to make
But it’s on the BBC
So they’ll be sure the kingdoms
Not gonna be the one they forsake

Queen bitch
Standing out from the crowd
Christmas speech
Salutes from cannons so loud
Queen bitch
Treads on our backs in high heels
The class system
Tell me how it feels?

Queen bitch
Work your arse on the street
Queen bitch
Do we all bow down at your feet?
Queen bitch
Tiara from Tiffanies
Queen bitch
Kiss her bum on Royal Mail stamps

Queen bitch
My heart skips a beat
Every time I think of her portrait
Hanging proud,
in a cell block wing
Queen bitch
Audiences for millionaires
Kiddy fiddlers
I guess the bitch just doesn’t care
Killer Queen
Freddie loved a switch bitch

Do as you’re told

‘Serve your elders and your betters’
It’s not like they would use you
Promises of open doors
Inexperienced, disabuse you

You may think me disillusioned
But I’m not the one so blind
They sink their hooks in deep
To try to control our minds

They’ll use up youthful energy
To make a profit for the firm
Take you for a ride
There’s one secret they’re not telling
And it’s that they’re not really on your side

Be on your good behaviour
Put on your Sunday best
Show them you’re a good character
When they put you under their arrest

There’s a devil in your ear
They make money from your fall
Get down on your knees
To show that you’re a fool

There’s no crimes
But many punishments
Community needs service
If you don’t do it willingly
They’ll show you their mental lash

Poverty your reward
If you stand out from the crowd
Bend the rules so slightly
Get away with what they’ll allow
The exploited unwashed masses
They’re never offering us a deal

‘Your elders and your betters’
I’ve got a tip for you
Don’t believe a word you’re fed
Too late
You’ll find that you’ve been misled
Who believes old masters lie?
They’ll make a slave of you
Till the day you die

No Surrender

An ideology of subservience
Get down on your knees
I’m not that kind of bitch
Not submissive, don’t you see?

‘You got to let it go’
‘We all won from our surrender’,
But that’s not in my make up
The core of my self survived

When will you take a stand?
If not now then never
We can work it out
If we rise together

The shame faced and the sinner
The mind of the beginner
They want you to loose your head
so they can mould you as they will

Queen bitch, serve up another gin
Fake smiles on the TV
You’ll think that they’re all for you
Till they put you in the bin
You want to be a winner?
Just get out of their game

The shackles of the slave
Forced down like a serf
They don’t even realise
The value of their self worth
They bow down to the power
Never get to raise their heads

They talk of moral virtue
As if seizing the higher ground
You can stick your selfless service
What goes round comes around
There’s one portrait I collect
And it’s minted on the pound

Civil war

There’s a civil war
Waged right there in the street
Poor folk count on benefits
To supplement their wage

There’s hope in the union
Linking of the hands
Get a share of the profit
This could be a fairer land

Rich men getting fat
Taking off the top
Another mans labours
Serve the ‘cream’ of the crop

We fought hard on the streets
Tried to stake our claim
Not bowing down to share holders
The establishments to blame

The youths shoots poking through
Concrete of conservatism, the power
They only need a chance
A golden opportunity to flower

There’s a civil war
And I’m tired of all the fight
I guess I get my cut
So somethings going right
On balance it’s worked out
Didn’t offer my surrender
Got my creature comforts
Liberalism in plain sight

Lotus of the heart. (Tantra Exhibition British Museum)

Eight petal lotus
Secret of the golden flower
Round About whose roots
Coils the serpent power

Rising as the sap
Watered by the tears
Growing in full bloom
With each passing year

Sew a sutra with the pen
A bobbin to the weave
The page a threaded loom
It's Language of belief

Perfection of wisdom
Known only by the heart
For Shakti to create
Rough Diamond shaped by art

Turning to the path
On which lays eight stepping stones
The self reflected in the stream
Embrace it's fluid flow

Lotus of the heart
Where emotions swell
Energy in motion
The sound of temple bells,
Secret of the golden flower
It's roots coiled with the serpent power.

After dark

Your darkness closing in on me
Black clouds blotting out the sun
A hole sunk in the heart
A fragment of a broken scream

Numb skin from the shock
The burning of the flesh
Bruised and naked
Flaying nettles pricks of poison

Wounds are running deep
Dead legs and Chinese burns
Sleep calls me to the nightmare
Of a cigarettes burn upon my arm

I fight to find my breath
A deluge for the tears
Take the pain away
Choking on my cry

They scoffed with jeers of 'self pity'
False forgiveness on their knees
But I'm not that kind of looser
The sword hilt that I grip

I turn toward the mirror
Days that have grown long
Limbs that now are knotted
Shoulders that are broad

Awaking to blue sky
Where sunlight pierces the veil
Of half forgotten memory
The childhood that has passed

Twisting like my guts
The fist raised to defy
There’s hope in rages firelight
That consumes your photograph
Cremations flame is calling
Fire flies reach for a golden dawn

Bathing in the tears
Washed water of yesteryear
Cleanse me of the dirt
They rubbed into my wounds
The scented oil now soothes my limbs
Turning away from their hell that I sunk in
The citrus and the floral greeting
That embrace my adult heart

If only, the illusion

If I never get to hold you, dear
If I never once caress your cheek
Or gently stroke hair from your face
If lips never linger in a kiss
Know this
I thought of it
And found there a little peace

In heaven jigsaw pieces all unite
Within the hope of a loves light
I dream of flying with you there
Holding close a heart so fair
But if I fall
From the vision of this grace
Know this
The thought of you
Made my pulse race

If I never know a love so true
I caught a glimpse when I saw you
If I never wrap you in my arms
Wanting to keep you safe from harm
Know this
When I had the thought
I gave you a little of my strength
The sight of you
Made life brighter for a pace
Where dreams come true
I look forever on your face
And kiss your cheek
So gently that I weep



Am I not a man and brother?
Under the skin are we all
Not just the same?
Calls for liberty against the power
That forces to knees
The crushed of hope

Rafts of refugees
Across stormy seas
Eyes that weep
With salty depth
Crying to be free
Of the clutch of death

Genocide wars
Blood soaked sands
The raised fist
Of wounded hands
Trying to reach
For promised land

To you,am I just another?
Lost to the waves
The abyss deep
Flailing limbs
Try to tread the waters
Yet the undertow
Of human tears

A rescue ship
Upon the horizon
Do you come too late
For the drowning man?
Life ever reaches
For salvation
Do you about sail
And turn away?

Man and brother
Free sister, slaves
Break the bonds
The hearts to save
Under the skin
All are just the same
The chains of empire
Who else to blame?


You think it a weakness
That I do not take a drink
But I’ve got all the experience
Came back from the brink

You think my heart is fragile
But I’m not the one that’s numbed
Don’t need no ideology
You’re the ones that they down dumbed

You’d play me for a fool
Pushing at the buttons
Seek an abreaction
Trigger a compulsion

You raise me up
Just to put me down
Make out I am the focus of attention
I’ve stared into your looking glass
And found no rainbow ending
To that yellow brick road

Not looking for a sign
Tired of all the saviours
You think that you can change me
But I’ve not got many bad behaviours

You see I’ve been stone cold
That’s sober all my life
I’m the one that makes my choices
It would seem I’m ever free

Do you really think it means I’m weak
That I’m not in the drink?
I take a stand both loud and proud
Where others on knees will sink
I’ve cried hot tears a plenty
I may well be stronger than you think


Obsession like a frozen heart
Longing to be warmed
Melting of the ice
In slowly falling tears

Obsession like a shackle
On the prisoners wrist
That leads them to an empty cell
A stalker after prey

Obsession like the wilting flowers
Of roses at valentines
Forlorn and rejected
Petals fall in time

Obsession in a word
Forgetting courtly love
Rules of etiquette
Boundaries from above

Obsession like the shaking hands
Opening a wrap
Cooking up the shit
That’s not my kind of crap

Obsession like the pain
Gripping at the thorn
Hopes flames that you fanned
Forever now forlorn

Obsession, you assume
The moth you invited in last act
I’ve never even thought about it
And it’s you that should face that fact
Burned wings speak of a longing
For which you offered only a hook
You might think it cruelty
To adorn it with a floral look
Yours the birthday greeting
That was not mistook


Erato, of all the muses
Your lyric form
Is the most desired
Lovely to behold
Your lips with a smile

Like tears of joy
Upon the many petals
Of loves red rose
Myrtle wreathed for you

Your flowing hair
Ever sought
By the fingers touch
The strands
Plucked like the lyre
Playing a song
That ever seeks your dance

None could want you more
Than the poet
Laying in an empty bed
With dreams among the clouds
Punctuated by starlight
That twinkles like your eyes

Erato , comely sister
To Eros, with a golden arrow
Piercing the heart
That skips a beat
In rhythm of the passions
Hiding behind your veil

Erato, whisper in my ear
Works of longing
That cleanse my tears
Shower me in kisses
That I may know no fear
Perfumed skin
As you draw near
I listen for your words
That my heart alone can hear


I’ve got fleecy slippers
They keep my feet both snug and warm
There’s things more important in this life
Than meaning through ontology

My toes feel nice and safe
In their sheep skin mules
I could smoke a pipe
But I’m not that kind of fool

I’ve got warm fleece slippers
A luxury I can afford
They keep my tootsies safe
There the sought that I applaud

Some search hard for meaning
To make sense of this life
But you know that sheep skin slippers
Free your feet from strife

I stand proud and upright
With fleece covered soles
They whisper of the lamb
That sacrificed its soul

I’ve got fleecy slippers
They really are a treat
There’s nothing else quite like them
Comforting my feet

Political correction?

Judgements politically correct
No room for context
Cast in role of devils advocate

Write from many perspectives
Don’t hold to one ideal
Freely contradict
That way is the real

Dame Edna
Lipstick for a mask
Pens her poem
Climbing ladders in her tights

Fat Les
Ever the misogynist
Paints a different picture
Whilst going down under
Talking cobblers
The Sheila all seek his didgeridoo

Smoke and mirrors
Liberally appalled
Claims of extremism
Never get a contract call
No right to outrage
With a baited hook, that’s all

Who the fascists
With linguistic controls?
Couldn’t catch out a looney
Who believes in every word
Gags by which free lips are sealed
Misinterpretations, just how do you think it feels?

They want free speech
To be ruled by fears
Not just what you say
but what you said in yesteryears

I’m not sorry
Yours’ the prejudice
Judgement without cause
Censors setting fire to books

You try to dominate
Seek to humiliate
Cutting people off
Because we’re the ones you really hate
Forever seeking to exclude
Oh dear, was I a bit too Rude?

You never asked just what it meant
You don’t even know me
Yet you look down
As if yours is the only high ground
Logistics data aggregate each text
Shackles and man traps
In a not so wide world web.

True north?

Try not to follow
Good causes or masters
Find your own way
Steer clear of disasters

What do you tell a teenager?
A disaffected youth?
Don’t go looking for wisdom
Experience will provide its own proofs

Diversify, many irons in fires
Don’t get fixated
There’s no one thing makes a good life
The simple things, now seem underrated
But a game of golf
Is as useful
As any philosophical truth

Take care of your knees
Don’t spend too long
Down on them
Try to love free
Don’t get hooked
On one lover

Avoid excess
But don’t get too up tight
You can have too much
Of a good thing,
that’s one claim that’s right
Avoid the TV
There’s not much on there that’s real

Don’t be a seeker
They’ll sell you false paths
Self control
But always be up for a laugh
Why do you think
Anybody has your answers?
Learn from your own mistakes
Don’t be afraid to be wrong.


The art of cynicism
Right of grumpy old men
Don’t ask me to be impressed
When you repeat the same again

They want to sell religion
Like a shackle for the mind
Some say hope lies in politics
But I’m not one of their kind

Find a group to join
So you can feel lonely
For all the crowd
Defy the pull of community
You know you’re not the kind
Which they want allowed

Undermine our confidence
Spin the table round
Try to feed a guilt trip
But still I’m standing proud

Old dogs seek new tricks
Whilst others stick to their roles
Trying to break free
Of those scoring the own goals

A matter of distinction
Living differently
Subversive to a point
Ruled by synchronicity
Seen it all before
But ever struggling for liberty
Try to do it with flamboyance
There’s a world beyond to see
Flowers poke through the concrete
Watch them plant another tree.


I got a new protest T shirt
Just the other day
I said I was working class
But the salesman said I still had to pay

There’s a disaffected youth
Moving from the middle
Their parents tell them to rebel
So long as they're home by midnight

Marching in the street
Drumming up publicity
Traffic at a halt
Taking over the city

They’d lock me up for sure
If I raised my voice
They’ve got invisible chains
That leave me without choice

Mummy and daddy can afford a lawyer
To let their kids off the leash
If I so much as smoked a spliff
I’d be begging for my release

All things duly considered
Things are so unequal
They don’t include the under classes
When they mount their protest marches
If you want to save the planet
Get your dad to sell their second car

I’ve got a new movement for them
They wont be listening again
Opportunity for all
Feed the poorest children
The working man answers that call
Give poor folk a chance
Instead of looking down your noses
The thing about all your words of inclusion
Is why don’t you still let us join in your dance?

Conserve? The cult you are.

Contrived conflicts
Only novel to the youth
Asserting the culture
With battles that have gone before
The media sells it
Who owns the distribution rights?
Even the body politic
Maintains conservative agenda
Status quo
Slowest of change
Whilst we comment
On the fact it’s all the same
Mr President
We all want someone to blame
Gun lobby
People don’t kill each other
Guns kill people
Global warming for the umpteenth decade
All go vegan
Is it all hot air?
Stop The War?
Cow pats going up in smoke
What about the petrol in your car?
It’s men, it’s whites
It’s the rich, it’s just corruption
Going round in circles
On the same TV channels
Stock footage
Automate dubbed narration
Nihilists despair
As boys all grow their hair
Enough of yesteryear
When will it be time for something new?
They’ll burn the books again
Recode the internet
Introduce a new format
5 minutes fame
And then all is forgot
Not seeking approval
It’s not for attention
This is just what I do
Sending me visions to contradict
As if I’ll eat my words
Fed illusions that it wont remain this way
When's it coming on?
It's been like this my whole life
For all we create dangerously
The culture conserved will rule the day
And still I rebel.

Cops with guns

Cops with guns
Oh, such fun
Down the range
Is that so strange?

Folks get shot
Looks like a tough lot
Are they all black?
Face up to facts

White guys get shot
The news not so hot
As when they shoot to kill
Race crime fulfilled

Cops with guns
In their hands
The first to shoot
It’s shifting sands

What’s the story
Mad dog and glory
Cops with guns
Cowboys get their fun
Bite the bullet
Where’s that damned trigger ?
They’ve just gotta pull it
Why not kill dat .....

Black and white
Advance the knight
It’s not just chess
With a bullet in the chest
Gran Torino
Who the hero?
Cops with guns
Their idea of fun?

The Warren Cup

In homoerotic charge
As Michelangelo to David
Lilt of the Latin tongue
That describes the muscled form

Drink from the lovers mouth
Tasting their lips wine
Brazen imagery
Naked to the eye

A slave at the chambers entrance
Beauty sat upon the lap
Mastery to show the youth
With a guiding hand

Men of action to the thrust
Wrestled limbs entwined
To feast hungry on the flesh
Drunk of the poison chalice

What secrets do they hide?
Expression on the face
Drawn to the exhibition
Observed by concealed eye
Turning slowly around
Shame faced as blush upon the vine

To stand the test of time
Like to the scented garden
The unknown craftsmen
Take an unapplauded bow
Hearts weighed in interpretation
Of their misplaced reaction

A kiss of innocence
Betrayed by soft caress
The hook of obsession
Forever to embarrass
Pulled by thread of the tale
Wound by the Kindly Ones

A classicist to some
To play on the twin pipes
But warning ever to beware
Of the grape that’s under ripe
The taste like the rising blood
Drunk on The Warren Cup


Condemned unto the end
The capital offence
The creak of the pulley
Raising the madam up

A splinter from the wood
That holds the braced neck
Awaiting the falling blade
The thud of the rolling head

Criminal for their pains
Long walk around the courtyard
The anticipation of the crowd
Raised heart beats to the scaffold

Subjugation to the lash
The biting of the birch
Taste of the cat
Flogged with its 9 tails

The fated punishment
Corruption judicial
Lives cut short in the spectacle
Of the final judgement
Mortal thoughts
For their penalty

Not so long ago
Paying the closures debt
Shaven of head
Stooped form with shackled wrist

Severed in the basket
Dilated pupils wide in pain
Raised up by the executioner
In a grim salute
Blushing cheeks receive a slap
The body flailing about
Beyond twenty the minutes
Suffering all the while

The weight of the final cut
A case open now is shut
Fake cry of the false witness
The state should not be allowed to kill


All hope has been crushed
Beneath the mill stone of corruption
The waters that have passed
Drowned out our voices
The wheat and the chaff
Both speak of injustice
Pounded to nothing
We are but childhood ears of the corn

The light of liberty
That shines over Paris
Now blackened like the soot
From the burned out candle flames
Where once was a torch
To illuminate our ways
Only now alienation
And the cry of nationalists

The flag that we lowered
To the pipe of the last post
The gilded lily we praised
With prayers seems forlorn
What will arise from the ashes
From treaty after the war
Have we lost the fight?
To separatists appalled

The betrayers cold kiss
Tears of defeat
The blood of innocence
That pools at our feet
What price for the struggle
War waged to be free
Now we are but one nation
Will they force us to our knees?
Wake up
Smell the coffee
All that glitters
Is not always gold

Millennium cults

I do not care what you think
As you gather in little groups
Trying to claim some power
You invade my privacy
Intrude on my space
You are the kind of people
I freely despise

Like ideological warfare
You try to make others conform
You call yourself the ‘community’
But it’s you I choose to scorn
There is no outside
How can you be ‘in’
Crass value systems
With me you’ll never win

You try to control
Spread false accusation
Assume you know me
When all you’ve got is a name
Seek to isolate
You don’t even seem to realise
That yours is the crime of hate

Have any of you even tried
Talking to the ones you say are on the outside?
You call foul jeers
Whilst I sit trying to ignore you
When I’m out and about
You melt away
You haven’t got the balls
To meet with me face to face

You invade private emails
As if you have a right
As if every penny I spend
Should be in the public domain
It's not paranoia
When you freely discuss
Transfers I make between accounts
It's criminal invasion of privacy
And you do it in plain sight
As if this is the 'rights' of 'christ'
I dont give a shit about your faith
I just want you out
Of my face

You offer me nothing
But disrespect
Calling the shots
And you think you are safe
Your approach towards me could lead
To blood in the street
I’ve dealt with this for five years
Nothing you do has changed me one bit
I don’t want to be in with you
I don’t even empathise with you

I have no idea what you are all about
What you are trying to achieve
With your harassment
You drop names I do not know
Try to project airs of authority
And your motive doesn’t matter
Caught in the act
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I don’t even want to know
And that’s the facts

Dunking Do Nots

Some people are defined
By what they do not do
Better be remembered
For what you do

Abstinence so long
I no longer recall the point
It’s just another habit
In which I’m caught

Do what you do
And do it well
Simple things
With practice tells

No one does extraordinary things
Without doing the ordinary
Extraordinarily well
Life a rehearsal
Take it from the top again

It doesn’t really matter
What you do not do
Keep on trying
For perfections true

Some people ever defined
By what they do not do
They call it a virtue
Their pride untrue
Do what you do
And strive to do it well
It doesn’t even matter
If it never sells


People who don’t go out to work everyday?
Belligerent ,layabout, scum!
They must all be on drugs
Drink themselves to sleep
Decadent, libertine, bums.
We should all declare war
On those benefit spongers
Force square pegs into round holes
Remove safety nets
Leave them to beg on the streets
Scroungers, best become passers by
Leave them without a pot to piss in
No hand outs
Not even pennies for a cup of tea
Drive them insane with our jeers
Strip them of all they own
Give their clothes to a good christian charity
And leave them cold and naked, despised.
We all know they should pull their socks up
Work a god fearing day for minimal wage
Parasites, feeding off mothers tits
Mount a witch hunt
Call them every name under the sun
Do them in
Who cares?
I bet they wank all day
Watching other peoples kids go to school
And the good people going to work
Whilst they sit on their arse
Making up excuses.
The welfare state,
It should be banned
Enabling deviants to thrive.

I am disabled
It’s why I get support payments
I’ve been on benefits 30 years
There must be some reason
So you’d think
You cannot see my emotional scars
Cannot rationalise away my trauma
I even make a minor contribution
Cultural pearls before swine
In the business of winning
A good honest consumer
Keeping others in business
From the fruits of my humble creations
Leave your abusive thoughts to yourself
I get by, despite my health.
(In other words, Fuck Off you Fascist Bastards!)


When you awoke from your cell
Could you remember dentistry?
That’s where they sent you
After drugging your food

Resin caps, hollow teeth
You’ll never think to remove it
Implanted electronic tags
Micro devices

Like the running man
Trying to find a way out
All roads are closed
All routes return here

You think it can’t happen
Because there’s human rights
But you’re the naive
No one offers a light
Why can’t you sire children
Is the truth out of sight?

An alien abduction
Of those who rebel
Private ambulances
Deliver to an empty cell
Doesn’t matter if your innocent
The best of us fell

What’s got under your skin?
You just cannot win
What’s the plate in your chest for?
In this age of implants.
Have you heard of eugenics
Do you think the fascists can’t?

God of poo too.

The god of poo, sends voices to their ears
The god of poo, leaves them all in fear
The god of poo, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
The god of poo, I’m never drawing near.

The god of poo, hypnosis to your dreams
The god of poo, you know it when you scream
The god of poo, where do they put the wire?
The god of poo, just when will they retire?

The god of poo, like Radio Gaga
It’s all they hear, this Land is looking LaLa
The god of poo, a sub dominants dream
If they catch you listening they’ll bring in the looney team

The god of poo, they’ll say anything for it to go way
Just switch it off and every morning they will pray
The god of poo, lead their thoughts where you may
The god of poo, technophobic, ooh I say

The god of poo, sends voices to their ears
Hypnotises confessions, they’ll say they’ll do a deal
The god of poo, the one to really fear
They’ll send you to a quack who can’t even really heal

Put you in the frame, because they say your face is the one that fits
The god of poo, getting on your tits
The god of poo, with an all seeing eye
The god of poo, are thoughts fed by an AI?
The god of poo could auto suggest you have a fit
The god of poo, it’s a load of shit


Quality of life
By restricted attitudes

Hidden deficits
Do you think that I am less?
You judge my worth
Only by the things I cannot do

Trauma leaves its hidden scars
Some try to trigger
Think they have right to harass
As if their abuse will change the past

I hear the mockers
That think I should be in a ward
Just because I do not work
In ways which they applaud

Enable me
To rise on broken wings
Include me
And the community is the one to win
I make allowances for your ignorance
A human being just like any else

Empower me
Build bridges
Not a wall
Social constructs
On which I rise or fall

It takes two
It’s not all down to me
Exclusions prejudice
That adds a social element
To my disability

Those who cannot see
That I long to be free
Assert self worth
And live accepted
With a right to respect
And liberty


Orpheus in the underworld
A poets song of grief
Requiems lament
For his stollen love

Charming the three headed beast
A paean for his coin
To travel over the Styx
Into deaths realm beyond

Hades ever ruled
By the darkest spirit
Dragging voices down
Into depths of despair

Following his lyrics
The heart longed for the most
She who ascends stairway to heaven
Returning from deaths door

But the troubadour turning back
To stare upon the vision
The object of desire
Melts away just like a mirage

No marriage of kindred souls
More like reflections in the mirror
Like unto narcissus’ pool
Alone unto the last

The furies wept their tears
At the minstrels verse
Cross your heart
Off with their heads
Alas for love lays dead

Fire from heaven

Dionysus breaks the chains
In realms of delirium
Drunk upon the grape
With promises to be free

The brain it’s hemispheres
Is that where lies the struggle?
Conflicted duality
Neurotics to their muddle

Apollonian reason
Sat hunched like the thinker
Chin wrested on the fist
Vacillations rationality

We dance toward liberty
Weaving a spell to break the bonds
But Echo ever calls
To return Psyche to domination

Prometheus steals the fire
Raging in his hubris
The gods their nemesis
The chains encircling our limbs

Do the shackles ever break?
Manacles of the spirit
We seek to fly beyond the bounds
That bind the mind to servility
Hypnos blights our dreams
Fond illusions, psychology

The price of excess
The wisdom of it’s road
The promise to be free
That ever returns us to dependency
Flying high like Icarus
Heed the warning of the old
Wise as Silenus
A fathers tear
Shed in their knowledge
The fall that is foretold
The youth forever to their folly
They forget the old

Also were once the young


There’s a wire listening in
To everything i do or say
No respect for privacy
The ‘community’ taking turns at monitoring

They’ve a key to my front door
Damaging property
Leaving little messages
I wish they’d put out the bins

The police live in my flats
They sow rumour that I am a problem
No regard for disability
Or fundamental rights

Civil law is violated
There’s no way they can justify
I’m not even a criminal
There’s no warrant of which I’m aware
They say they’ve sold me out
I don’t know what they are talking about

Local government agencies
Attack my reputation
I’m sent to Coventry
False claims from medical personnel
I get fed fake news to try to delude
TV full of filtered over dubs

There’s no mechanism I can invoke
To protect from abuse of power
As they hack my every move
And try to exploit and destroy my work
When my website is down
It’s caused by hidden hands
The only response that I can give
Is the government are full of shit

Promise keepers?

Tinpot dictators
Targeting those who cannot work
Social construct disablement
Yet they keep waging their war
Trying to label
To assume some control
Dance to the rhythm
Of their conservative drum
Tag team harassment
Try to force to conform
They only are civil
When you bow down to their lash
I’m not in a work group
I am addicted to nothing
They can’t find an angle
To make me their slave
There’s those who are claiming
Only real men are free
I’m not doffing my cap
Nor bending my knee
They say they’ve a techno god
With an eye all seeing
Self fulfilling fallacy
Shacked of mind
They proclaim themselves giants
Stewards of the culture
But their just little boys
Who can only stand up for themselves
Within little gangs
It’s the creative ones they hate the most
The market will tame us
Or so they suppose
They’ve never offered an in
Besides I’d refuse


The gas mans a coming
He’s sure to give your home a scan
Co-opted to provide intel
Put out your roaches in a can

The postman came a knocking
Poked his nose around my door
How do they communicate
With neighbourly cops,
who knows the score?

There’s scanners in ambulances
What do you think all their tech is for?
TA needs to train some medics
To check the hidden mics under your floor
Back doors in your OS
Phone camera tracking where you look

Location one, for investigations
Situationist in a set up
They’ll claim its for your protection
Tell the lads that you fessed up
Plants within the football team
You’ve no sporting chance to lift the cup

Another hour of counselling
Digging for some dirt
Trained in interrogation
Why do they all like to flirt?
Divorced from consensus reality
What future relationship will we have?
Delusions fed to the TV
Edited artificial intelligence avatars

School boys into spies
The ones willing to sell out their friends
They’ll end up in a shit job
But the hoodwinks never end
They even work the junky
Cut some slack, watch where they send

They’ll force search results
To your computer screen
Direct you to meet ups
Paranoid society
And the only thing for which you’re guilty
Is at school you never were one to kiss up

You place faith in civil rights
The truth is we have none
Surveillance society
Facial recognition in the crowd
Be thankful for human error
What algorithms will allow
The nazis have taken over
A new age technological as the last


The churchmen spread
Their foul disease
To bring folks to their knees

Religious schools
Deluded students
Faith in here after
Where critical thinking?

The priesthood lay false claims
To power
Instruct the faithful
Like sheep herded to submit

Inculcated guilt
Hated dogma

Despise the ideology
But not the people
Stuck in traditions
The faint, needy

No moral virtue
Greater than reason
Find your ethics
In rationality

The pulpits empty
The bible scorned
There is no apocalypse
Of which forewarned

No hope to find
In childhood fables
They who blindly follow
In their ignorance

The churches tombs
Their foul disease
Rise to your feet
Get off your knees

Camilla Parker Bowels

Camilla likes to use royal jelly
When she slides down the cenotaph
It’s as hard as Prince Charles willy
When he shakes it in the bath

Charlie likes to wear a kilt
Tosses the caber for a laugh
Ties her wrists with finest tartan
Bondage royal in fine scarfs

What’s he got under his sporran?
Is he wearing any pants?
The Union Jack raised on a pole
A golden rain upon us ants

What do they do in English gardens
Plucking flowers for loved ones
I hear they like to have a threesome
But not in french, unless he’s the first to come

Charlie’s arse fits on a golden throne
He strains a bit
To free his bowels
Footman like to wipe his bum
There’s some who kiss his regal ring

Camilla uses royal jelly
A lubricant above all else
Charlie likes to stick it in
He is her one and only king


The police are profiling victims
Claiming a moral high ground
Criminalising those they can
Using rumour to undermine
They say we shouldn’t name
Those by whom we were abused
That they have an imperative
To keep negligence under wraps
They spend tax payers money
Trying to detract
All for one and one for all
Men’s movement protecting the abusers
They use technology
To try to delude
All they seek is a bloody label
With which they can assume control
The system is totally corrupt
They want to avoid issuing compensation
They’re getting in the way
Of civil litigation
What they don’t want the public to know
Is that child protection isn’t working
If you make a complaint
They just turn up the heat
They put child abuse images on the net
And then claimed it was to entrap
This is the reality
Their new deals a load of crap
Plants in the survivors movement
Sold out by a counsellor
Those willing to collude
Social engineer homelessness
Keeping us all down
It’s been this way my whole life
Staging interventions
Into ‘issues’ they fabricate
A culture of denial
And its us victims they suppress


There’s a wire listening in
To everything i do or say
No respect for privacy
The ‘community’ taking turns at monitoring

They’ve a key to my front door
Damaging property
Leaving little messages
I wish they’d put out the bins

The police live in my flats
They sow rumour that I am a problem
No regard for disability
Or fundamental rights
This a story of corruption
Their methods of control

Civil law is violated
There’s no way they can justify
I’m not even a criminal
There’s no warrant of which I’m aware
They say they’ve sold me out
I don’t know what they are talking about

Local government agencies
Attack my reputation
I’m sent to Coventry
False claims from medical personnel
I get fed fake news to try to delude
TV full of filtered over dubs

There’s no mechanism I. can invoke
To protect from abuse of power
As they hack my every move
And try to exploit and destroy my work
When my website is down
It’s caused by hidden hands
The only response that I can give
Is the government are full of shit

The sacrament

I hear the sacrament
Is made from Jesus’ cum
When they’re all down on their knees
The priesthood sticks it up their bums

Jesus was a cuckold
To Mary Magdalene
It’s not writ in the bible
Because that book is totally insane

Jesus was a felcher
He sucked his disciples bums
When they had a daisy chain
It trickled on his tongue

I hear the sacrament
Is made from Jesus’ cum
He never put it in a virgin
Unless it was his mum

You know its all absurd
What they call the holy word
Kissing each other’s bottoms
It’s how they clean their turds

Was jesus homosexual?
We all like to get us some
I’m an atheist
So I’ll take anyone
They offer us conversion therapy
Does god know that I’m a bi one ?

You know the sacrament
Is really the Christs’ cum
He had a few disciples
And he stuck it up their bums

The devil

Their god that art the devil
Prayed to by both thief and king
Served by the people of the lie
That they declare as the one truth
Making false witness
Spread rumour against the innocent

Their churches testament
To corrupt servility
Raising up a cross
To their own hypocrisy
Justifying their war
By inculcating with original guilt

Those that know its name
Persecuted by the demiurge
A history writ in blood
Engineered to failure
Prostrate before cold statues
Forced to bended knee

Their god is just the devil
Trying to chain mans soul
Their path with footprints in the sand
They say a homecoming
Altars built by architects
Testimony to their insanity

But look on the words of their bible
And see through to the blasphemy
For they speak words of the devil
And their god just isn’t there
You see they are so holy
That’s why they exclude and ostracise

Madness that they spread
Trying to convert
God that art the devil
I’ll see your followers in hell
A curse on your sick thinking
My right to disagree


Moloch sucking the life blood
From cenotaph concrete hard ons
Cut ups wired to contradict
Beneath a burning nations flag
Where rent boys court favours
For an anal holy grail
And the prophets on the street signs
Direct to buses not in service
Where the only howl
Is the screams of the homeless
Jumping off Londons burning bridge
And zen poets laugh aloud
At dancing Wu Li masters
Forever on your tail
Destined to be cremated like the chaff
Of forgotten publishing houses
Where each generations labour
Is consumed by a cleansing fire
And only William Marshals nose
Smells the smoke the youth inhales
Directed by unseen hands
And recollections of radio days
Where memory repeats on loops
Like a green revolutionary going round and round
Spinning tops of inception
And cocks forever ejaculate
In their silent YES!


White tights and ballet shoes
Legs stretch at the bar
Keeping you on your toes
The red flags rising star

Trans Siberian express
Delivered from wrong side of the tracks
Not quite a Russian bear
There was no turning back

The White Crow Nureyev
Stood out from the crowd
And challenged the Kremlin
Dancing beyond what they allowed

Destined to defect
Asylum from the west
Liberty crown of the french
Sweet garlands for his chest

A hero in his freedom
Choosing his own side
With flowers of adoration
Known both far and wide

Tragic end for this champion
The wreath tied with red ribbon
A shooting star to the passion
His light lives ever on

Good guys

Good guys always win
Saturday film matinee club
Zoro putting on his mask
Like a phantom stranger
Ice cream cones the only sin

Waiting for red curtains
The opening scene
Until the credits roll
Cinema paradiso

The torch shining the way
To a ticket numbered seat
Recall when there were ashtrays
Sticky fingers shouldn’t touch

Jump cut edits
On celluloid
Shushed to whispers
With a hiss

Can batman save the day
Lit signal in dark sky
The banana splits
Sun glasses in their cars

You know whilst we were sat there
There was someone watching over us
Until the final credits roll
Cos good guys always win


If you ask me why
They put me in
I really do not know
There was a set up
That much is true
It takes many voices
To mount a flame war
I was at my peak
No crime
No drugs
No drink
I stood trial for terror
On the flimsiest of evidence
And the case was never fully heard
When I was in,
security from the premiers
We’re on my case
And even beat me up
In a lonely cell
There was a Tory
With a blue rosette
A minute before the set up fight
The length I served was disproportionate
The way they treated me inhumane
It was only a month after the human rights case
That went on for over a year
And mysteriously timed out
If you ask me why
Teams are still looking in
I do not know
There’s nothing that I’ve done
They’ve been on my case
For nearly 20 years
And a bit
The decade before
The ward is also now almost a decade ago
I guess someone doesn’t like
My creativity
The duty solicitor
Openly head banged over the video link
During trial
The human rights group
That sent a witness
Said it was freemasonry
And they couldn’t get involved
That it went above their heads
When I have always been against the order
It looks like someone did a deal
Lots of people didn’t like
That I stay sober in defiance
Of their bullshit god
And you know
Painting by numbers
Were stalking me from clubs
And Played a vicious hand

Pop idols

Do you think we all buy
The pop star dream
Another printed T shirt
On the look out for a scream?

Do you believe what they sell us
That the market is free?
How do they hire a PR consultant
Or a publicist see?

They say we are democracy
A market capitalists hope
Bow down to the dollar
Buy the presidents shoe shine boy
Some fresh wax for their cloth

They play paranoia
With civil rights
A social inequality
Injustice where we never win the fight

Why don’t you give up?
Kids only follow the fantasy
Rags to riches
Divorced from reality
Media idolatry
Life’s not game show TV

The neo liberals sell
Self realisation
How many have fell?
It takes resources
That you don’t have
The millionaires club
Are all promoting themselves


I have my therapy on skype
Is it legal to look in?
Privacy rights
Edits that could put me in the bin?

I listen to their questions
Ever mindful of a third eye
A slow interview technique
Leaves me to sigh
There’s professional ethics
But there could be a deal for a lie

Do they have just one client?
The local authority has tried to do me in
They’ve got all the power
False perspectives could be their sin

Do I have rights over the footage?
The data they mirror
It’s not an original idea
To discredit with a jump cut edit

They could overdub me
Digitally masked to lip sync
It can look a bit lofi
Cos video calls can really stink
It would only take a commentary
To put me in the drink

I watched as posters on buses
Promoted women that I’ve known
All from my support system
A bit of a big coincidence
All who could witness
That I was as sane as they come

Am I whipped by the party?
I don’t think much of politics
But I know who’d sell out
In a power play
I’m mindful of my boundaries
Just have a nice day


Surveillance capitalism
In the market for big data
Phones generate intel
When you surf they aggregate ya

Owners of service provision
A new class war
Economic mechanisms
Leading to behavioural control

Did you find a new chat room?
To share your private thoughts
Monopoly of communications
Zoom your way to video evidence

The new imperative
Puppet masters web for strings
Back doored, drop a hint
The long arm of the law
Blurring of the boundaries
No room for privacy

Calculated inevitability
Sophistication to the tech
Do you have a choice
With the products into which you buy?
Suppliers want certainty
Mining your experiences

Find a new platform
Slave auctions dating game
Trojan horses for the masters
That try to rule over our lives
Do you have a stake in the distribution
Of the data you generate?
Now we all look like painted whores
To pimps at the back door


Does it embrace all?
Liberal credentials
But must the extremes be forced to conform?

The censors burn books
Wreck reputations
Destroy followings
Isolate the offensive

The claim of pluralism
Whilst they exclude
Academics interpret
Flowers of evil, soul food
The right to offend
Free speech it’s own good

A sole survivor
When they declare war
No room for opinion
Closing cell doors
Who’s on the out side?

They claim a thought crime
Anything that doesn’t fit
Terror incitement
You know it’s bullshit
No ambiguity
From the barb wire fence where they sit

Cutting us off
Virtual insanity
Who is the facist ?
Who promotes liberty
Right to self expression
To affiliate
Right to belief
Freedom in privacy
So why are the nazis
Sat on my line?


Contingency in reality
Too many factors to quantify
There’s no magic formula
Can guarantee success in life

Some say it takes hard work
Only something like 13% of business really make it
All those investors
Those who grafted for a good idea

Over 40% of marriages
End up in the bin
Relationships might not be the answer
Can you depend on him?

They say all clouds
Have silver linings
If you question
Solutions will come
You may find life has more answers
From just bathing in the sun

Everyone wants rules
To get ahead in the game
So many claim authority
But a lot have shit for brains
Ask how many with a university degree
End up in debt, serving coffee?

Talent’s no guarantee
Rags to riches fantasy
Of course if someone helps you
You may stand a sporting chance

Some gather in little groups
To claim that it’s their strength
If it don’t work out
They’ll say you didn’t go to their lengths

There’s no magic formula
Much is contingent and takes some luck
The young all look to follow
Those who tell them they’ve got it made
They’ll sell them an angle
You know they’re on the take
Money is freedom
The power to success
Remember its not all your fault
If you get in a bloody mess


Back in alcohol treatment
And that was only 30 years ago
Teaching me nothing about how to live
Let alone the nature of addiction

They said rely on peer support
When they didn’t know how to do it too
Wreckage along the roadside
Not equipped for the long haul

They put the greatest of emphasis
On recovery being spiritual
A crutch worth nothing at all
Because they had no real answers
They defined as insanity
Anything that contradicts their ideology

Take stock in inventory
Repent of all your wrongs
Make amends to those you harmed
Redemption find through prayer
They’ve built a house of cards
From evangelical reform

All a load of lies
Nothing really there
Recovery takes big bollocks
You just have to bite the bullet
No need to be ashamed
It’s no real sacrifice

Why am I still sober?
It’s just a habit that I’m in
When I face emotional distress
I don’t seek relief within a bottle
It’s nothing to do with ego
Or a case of self will
If it were I’d be in the drink
Because I’m always up for a good riot
They make me an outsider
Because I don’t do the things they say
You see their bloody programme
Just gets in the way

Bloody sacrifice

Don’t want to be a christian
A thing most vile in humility
Don’t want the yoke of religion
To put it’s weight upon my back

Watch just what they do

A nest of hypocrites

Their’s the cult of sin
Original of guilt
Guided by delusions
From prayer to a god that simply isn’t there

They call their way the truth
That their road is the one less traveled
Saying that they’re free
Living by a lie
Where they’re just like slaves
On their bended knee

Serving moral virtues
That don’t live up to the world
Ethics we can derive ourselves
In our humanity
Living for the liberty
Of all in equality

Don’t want to be a Christian
Believing in their foul book
Married in one body
Fighting their futile fight
Rigidity, control
Conformists to a role

False redemption
That is tragic
No one lives forever
Use that to motivate
In the final judgement
Their love leads to much hate

Life has no given meaning
Make of it what you will
No true north that guides us
Fond illusions idolising still
Not looking for a saviour
There’s not that much that I’ve done wrong

It’s not just that god isn’t there
The ethos that they follow
Is to all unfair
Blind ideology
Dogma that is wrote
When I see their shackles
I want to tear the blinkers off
Ours a pagan nation
Make the sacrifice
A curse on all the churches
I’d rather slit the priesthood’s
Bloody throat.


False positivity
Just plain don’t want to feel
Emotional rigidity
It’s time to get bloody real

Swept beneath the carpet
Hiding fragility
Time to face the light
Show some agility

Acceptance of our feelings
Sign of resilience
Living authenticity
The rhythm of life’s dance

Heart monitor on a screen
The peaks go up and down
Riding on the waves
Flat linings under ground

Surfing on the crest
Fluidly to flow
Life an oscillation
Undulations how it goes

Pushing down our pain
Suppressing all our fears
You’re judging it as sin
My grief you cannot hear
We all one day will die
Courage shows a tear

See me
Being me
Don’t go with your rigidity.


Plundered from your iCloud
Schedule tells them your next move
They’ll create a situation
To try to draw you out

Even when you’re legal
They want to question your accounts
Move a little money
They’re the ones that spread the doubts

Back doors you’d think illegal
No warrant that they’ve signed
Man of their suspicions
See how they’re act is timed

They’ll fabricate a problem
To put you under the magnifying glass
Co-opted like they’re undercover
All they want is the price from selling out your arse

The mailman always delivers
There’s another side to his role
The priesthood ever listens
For a lead to sell your soul

Sitting on the line when you make the call
Another interview
Are you really that big a fool?
On the lookout for any dirt
A stickler to every rule
They’re lurking in the net
To try to catch out the fatal cool
They’ve got your router
And it’s address
Tell me is it a goal?
And which one calls the press?


Love in a silent way
So hard it seems to voice
Fumbling with expression
Somehow lost for choice

Cliches come
And cliches go
Shuffling words on cards
This is how it feels to me
Each phrase falls short
It’s hard

When inspiration strikes me
Flowing from the heart
Spontaneous I weave a spell
I think of you
It starts

Like sparklers
On bonfire night
Ever trying to write your name
An excitement in the light
Like a guiding star
Traced across the dark nights sky
Signed within a heart

I launch just like a rocket
When I hear your voice
Ignition of the spirit
You always light my fuse
Feeling that I might burst apart
Streaking towards the moon

Love has many faces
Many seasons to the heart
I count my blessings where they’re found
A feeling when we part
Ever ready to greet you once more
You must of seen it from the start
They ask me if it is enough
In humility I respond
I give you words of a song
That will not depart

Green glades

Jack in the green
willow the whisp
Where you walk amongst the trees
The spirits of the magic wood
Speak to me of distant dreams

Where a fairy godmother
Waives her star tipped wand
Sprinkling glitter golden
Across the path where tread your feet

You weave a spell
With flowing hair
The rhythm of your hips
like the bee to honey
I thirst for flowers lips

Fond thoughts
Heart opening
Like the forest glade
Within I see you dancing
As I whisper words only for your ear

The breeze could cary tidings
Projections on the air
Where the sylph are hiding
The leaves adorn their hair

Cool drops of rain
On a summers day
Fingers softly drumming
On the window pane
Calling to spirits in the wood
Where they know our names
Heralds of seasons rising up
To greet you with a truth to say


Sometimes it feels when my hope is sinking
That I don’t have much of anything
But even as I’m thinking
I realise that I have you

Lonely nights in solitude
I spend with a blank sheet
Trying to tell you what I feel
How you make my heart miss a beat

The sun comes up within your smile
A new dawn for which I sit in wait
Colour painted across the sky
The breeze whispers of good fate

I searched the shadows for a sign
I looked everywhere to find
The thing that I was seeking
In the years that I was blind

There’s a feel of gratitude
In just knowing you
All those futile searches
The tears from which I grew

Sometimes there’s only darkness
A mind vexed by experience
But now a light shines on me
In knowing I have you

Slow suicide

Suicide for the masses
The entropy against life
Faced with the decay
Our historic decline

Rain forests shrinking
The end of many species
That arose from the primal soup
Earning the right to be

The reflection in the eyes
Of a mother chimpanzee
Looking on her infant
Suckling at the breast

Sensing an ending
Freedom of the wild
Mankind’s long shadow
Blotting all else out

The fight for survival
The spark of consciousness
Ubiquity of indifference
Faith in all out greed
The road to extinction
Corporate path to death

Limited resources
That we mismanage
Bow down to the profit
In selling tomorrow out
Cutting down the trees
Destabilised habitat
The cry of chimpanzees
Whilst our fires are burning out


Dreams fade
Like the passing clouds
Melting with the sunlight
Of a summers sky

Like autumns chill
On the evening air
Hopes cool
Seasons we must come to bare

Winter comes
Even to those that are dear to the light
All turns to grey
Facing the longest night

Joys brief
Like fleeting glimpses to be fulfilled
We try to hold on
But candle flames will burn out still

Waxen tears

Melting like the frozen heart
Deaths grip
Ever seeks life from the start

Dreams fade
Like the passing clouds
Recall the heart beat
The rhythm playing loud
Flushed cheeks
The memories kiss that they allowed

Pooh sticks

The Tao of pooh
An empty head
Of a little mind
Not so well read

Power of the small
Just like piglet
Squeeze through the holes
Of traps that they’ve set

Beware the honey
That’s easily found
You could get stuck in
What goes around

Tiggers are bouncy
Till they get caught in a tree
There’s a moral
To the story for all to see

Look out for rabbit
Who’s telling porkers
Kanga in a pouch
Safe as wise owl

A little brain
Can go a long way
An empty mind
Doesn’t care for what they all say

Playing pooh sticks
Atop the bridge
Forever trying to stay afloat
Beside the wild wild wood

If you find yourself
Stuck in a hole
Call on somebody else
A saviours role

What’s the big idea
A bear of such little brain
On the look out for honey
The traps remain
A clean sheet
With much to gain
Always recall
The power of the small


Forever covetous
Perhaps too greedy
A life of want
Won’t spare the needy

There’s wrecked lives
Left out in the road
The rich mans crime
Compassion showed

There’s knives they draw
Behind your back
Thieving hands
Make sure you’ll lack

They’ll lend you tomorrow
Sell out today
Leave you in debt
There is one way

Interest rates
Keep you on your toes
They’re the ones who reap
Whilst others try to sow

Keeping up with the Joneses
Whilst they’re looking down their noses
Russian roulette
Twice as fair
Shoot yourself in the foot
The rich don’t care


You see there’s sparse justice
For the poor
The rich and the powerful
Live above the law

Fit and upright
Or so they say
Redemption is something
You’ll not see one day

There’s those who take
From all our labours
Living their lies
Greased palms court favours

Inherit the world
With all its sins
Cards stacked against us
You just cant win

There’s cell doors closed
On those who cannot.afford
Corruption of lawyers
No sign of the lord
One thing you'll discover
Everybody has a price

Fat cats grow richer
The games not fair
Compassionate hearts
Forever rare
Bow down to the power
Do what you’re told
That’s the story
Of the school teachers of old
You may live to question
The lies they sold


Journey into sound
Turn the knobs around
Playing of the keys
A techno symphony

Low frequency oscillating
Of filter resonance
Whistles like a laser
In the throb of trance

Beats that break the silence
Bass accents for the floor
Programming the leads
To punch through a little more

Shifting up an octave
Arpeggio advance
In concentric loops
Where the notes all dance

Voiced by oscillators
Modulation moves around
Adjustments to the envelope
Shaping the sound

Lost in synthesis
Doodle through the night
Trying to write a sequence
To sit within the track
Be sure to save your edits
Cos there’s no turning back


Journey into sound
Turn the knobs around
Playing of the keys
A techno symphony

Low frequency oscillating
Of filter resonance
Whistles like a laser
In the throb of trance

Beats that break the silence
Bass accents for the floor
Programming the leads
To punch through a little more

Shifting up an octave
Arpeggio advance
In concentric loops
Where the notes all dance

Voiced by oscillators
Modulation moves around
Adjustments to the envelope
Shaping the sound

Lost in synthesis
Doodle through the night
Trying to write a sequence
To sit within the track
Be sure to save your edits
Cos there’s no turning back

Crow Talk

They said it must be murder
Saw them talking to the crows
There beside the red barn
That’s how the story goes

Some folks are scared of anything
A stranger in the town
Gets the tongues a wagging
They’ll put anybody down

The face fits for the trial
And Kafka knew it would
When people get to judging
They’ll say that ones got the look

False accusations
Some have got a grudge
The court rooms now in session
Who says you shouldn’t judge?

Old crow he’s a trickster
You can hear it in his laugh
The preacher wants them clean
Could use an acid bath

They left an amber turd
Right there in the bed
What’s a man to do?
Wipe their arse with a clean sheet?
Make a phone call to the press men
Another flash in the pan that they’ll repeat

They say it must be murder
Talking to the crows
The story of the red barn
Where the rumours sowed
There’s danger in those eyes
The tensions sure to show
Character actor fit for a narrative
It’s just the way it goes

In the black

Suddenly I see
New land on the horizon
The promise to be free
Power in the rising

The sun fills up the sky
Dawning of new era
Now’s the time to try
To break out from the chains

The waiting in the wings
Listening for the prompt
Evolving as we win
The right to take the floor

The hope of liberation
Heart beats in the chest
New realisation
Of the choice with which we’re blessed

Growing in our freedom
The light of dreams may come
Celebrations reasons
The battles that we won

Raising of the fist
Where the spirit soars
All we ever wanted
Just a little more
Now I’m in the black
And there’s no looking back

Dry clean only

The electric cool aid acid kid
Put them to the test
Is it just the way they dress?
How do they look after a fall?

Sent to the dry cleaners
Has it lost its shape?
Quality a quantity
All those days gone by
How did I stand up
To the time of trial?

They think we’re idiots
Say the face don’t fit
Take a look what’s on the inside
Before judgements wrong decide

Just how do I tick?
Do you think that I am thick?
Don’t confuse a route map
With the lived journey
You think decades of abstainance
Are but an idle boast

Platitudes to attitudes
You know it’s empty words
The fooled and the faithful
Dogmas all we heard
Do you think that I can’t take it?
Did I never suffer it at all?

Sent to the cleaners
And coming up for air
Still the squeaky clean
Perhaps I’ll put colour in my hair
Don’t conform to false expectation
Don’t go living by their lies
There’s those who’d bring you down
Who said that life was fare?


Refresh me with your lips return
Oasis in the dunes
Like so many mirages before
Parched mouth the pool to thirst

The sensual world
Felt with the stroke
Of trembling finger tips
Smoothing the fair cheeks
Living colour
Hair entwined

Suggestive poise
The virgin whores
Thrusting of the thought
Provoking false confessions
A portrait to the lack
Of loves sacred flame

With poppy sleep
Mop fevered brow
Still jealous of the touch
Sought through out my dreams
Ripe pomegranates
Flesh to glistening seed

The obelisk
Raising the stone
Erect the pedestal
Perch for sculpted form
Martyrs blood
To fraught wings of the dove

Her sweet body perfumed
Fair and firm
To nestle at the neck
Curvaceous to the bite
The altar of the passions
Where burns the candle flame

Devils advocate

Free speech in decline
Censors tame our thoughts
No room to disagree
Trading in extremes

The right to offend
And to be offended
Calling a cease fire
Where the flame wars ended

Provocative remarks
Rekindling the sparks
Embers in the ash
Where argument rages

Give the devil his due
No voice should be oppressed
Liberty to defend
The right to contradict

Prejudice is not just a word
It's a bloody attitude
You can't control the way some think
Give them rope, then they'll sink

The light of discourse
Exposes falsehoods shadows
Only in dialogue
Are fault lines revealed

The right to disagree
With me as much as you
You cannot incite
What was not already there
If you want to catch out the devil
You must first be his biggest advocate

The message

Is the art of conversation dead?
You scan your phone
Something else in your head
Multitasking not the same
I want your full attention
Not a cluttered brain
You’re always replying to some texts
Don’t you know , it drives me insane

I mention a topic
You do not know
Straight to Wikipedia
That’s where you go
I listen as you recite some facts
But the moments not coming back
You could of asked me a question
But of course instead
With a stream of data
Is all I’m fed

I like intimacy
You think that’s a sext
Another horizontal line
Leeds to your bed
On your back
Like the living dead
I want someone to talk to
Think of other subjects instead

You say that you’re connected
But you’re always in another place
I guess you’re going to feel rejected
If I say from technology I need some space
All you ever talk about is what’s on your screen
Shallow waters in which you swim
The selfie you took last week
Or the latest video that you streamed
You only communicate one thing
As you await for your phone to ring

My words don’t ever seem to reach through
As you answer every text that they send to you
Do you ever stop to talk ?
Taking a quiet walk
You don’t even look me in the eye
As I’m saying a last goodbye
This is my message and it means one thing
Why don’t you switch off that fucking thing?

Yesterday’s news

Discarded narratives
Like last nights evening edition news
Photos framed for a hook
Hack journalism set to confuse

The paper boys fingers
Blackened by ink
Smearing the letter box
With guilty identification prints

The latest story
A scandal to scoop
Themes keep returning
Life stuck in a loop

Paparazzi flash
A poses latest vogue
Locked and loaded
Lenses set to shoot

Points of view
Fading to grey
Folded on the train carriage
Memory discards away

Temporary distractions
Half digested facts
Divided in columns
Moments won’t come back

Discarded narratives
The point that we loose
So many words
Wasting away
A forgotten edit
Yesterday’s news


Perfect alibi
Or so you thought
How many years for you to prepare
During my childhood that you stole

Some call it attempted murder of the soul
I wouldn’t put it past you
After all there was the fall
And Humpty Dumpty didn’t say it all

Poisoned meals, the toxins slow
Vengeance on your wife’s father
Two wrongs almost make a right
Except you were just as bad come the night
You had to have your way
The drinks you spiked

You headed off the Indians at the pass
Invested in my escape routes
Infected their ideology
Just greasing palms, you didn’t give a hoot
Minty chocolate chip ice cream
Your sexual preferences in plain sight

You always offered bribes
The police retirement fund
I think you even got away with murder
But I can never prove it
I’m even living in the area
That gave you the key

A polymath to some
Always the eclectic
A dominant director
Some tortures electric
I remember the flicking fingers at my eyes
You laughed how it would desensitise
Every one has a price
The web of your lies

Frogs into princes
A new age cover up
In bed with the supports
An existential fuck up
Ever wanting an iron in each fire
Iron John, stollen wills on which to retire
Just what does it mean
This ‘organised’ crime
What’s your poison
Powdering their nose

Grand designs for the net
Trawling for little fish
Just a guilt trip that they get
Bait for blackmail
Force the next generation to comply
They had a plan for that
Before it hit your homes
Try to get the hook in
The shamed to their silence
Blame the architects
This judgements final
No more Innocent parties
Or do you thought
You said it would entrap
More of your crap
I was just another childhood polaroid
For their machine

You cast a long shadow
An oh so social psychopath
People look the other way
Who’s this then , in on the deal
You liked to form connections
For your chain
‘Such a very good fellow’
Paedophilic just the same


Life like a mansion
It’s many rooms
Alive with each guest
Some depart too soon

Life’s many rooms
A brass knocker at the door
Greetings reception
Polished floors

In the kitchen
The scullery maid
Heat of the hearth
Where bread is made

Smell of yeast to the dough
As loaves rise
Their Golden brown
Magic to the eyes

The sound of the laundry
Going round and round
Cleansing soap
Machine vibrates struggling aloud

Life is a mansion
The bedroom favoured
Where sweets are tasted
With sighs to savour

I recall the staircase
Watching you rise
The curve of hip
Shape of your thighs
Go kindly on my dreams
Such moments few to me it seems

Cobwebs in the attic
Dusty recollection in the shade
Fading photography
Things of which a life is made

The heart sinking
At the closing door
Wondering of the room
Where my hopes soared

Life like a mansion
Guests fondly parting
And finally
Ever coming far too soon
We all come to rest
The memory it’s garden
Its flowers blooming
For our empty tombs

Farts (alternate ending)

They said that I had farted
I assuredly had not
They said there’s one way to tell
Stick a finger up your bot

I teased it with a digit
It was feeling hot
The smell lingered on the tip
I guess a quiet shot

Some farts are like cannon fire
Ripping cheeks apart
Thunder from below
But it seems that mine are not
Silent and deadly
Once savoured
Not forgot

Some must know who farted
Who the cheeks that parted?
Farts can be contentious
Point of order
Rule of law
Asked to judge the verdict
Mine so gently beg your leave
Bouquet to linger on the nose
Appealing for release

Who Farted?

They said that I had farted
I assuredly had not
They said there’s one way to tell
Stick a finger up your bot
I teased it with a digit
It was feeling hot
The smell lingered on the tip
I guess a quiet shot
Some farts are like cannon fire
Ripping cheeks apart
Thunder from below
But it seems that mine are not
Silent and deadly
Once savoured
Not forgot
Farts can be contentious
Point of order
Rule of law
Asked to judge the verdict
Mine beg for an encore


To play upon your flute
With a rhythmic grip
Blow gentle melody
The breath on the warm lips

Where light through window breaks
Awaken on soft pillows
Lost in a sonatas
Moonlights memory

The curve of your cheek
Nestled in the hand
Perhaps to play once more
With hair of promised land

Raising to the lips
The flutists lithe touch
Fingers softly grip
I dream of this so much

To dive beneath the sheets
Breathing musky airs
Sure this will repeat
Tasting of your wares

Rising with each stroke
The lightest of caress
Playing on the flute
The Rhythm to express


The cowards salute
Let them do it again
Afraid to pass judgement
Restitution is when?

Frail forgiveness
An insult to the wronged
Turning the other cheek
Vengeance is for the strong

Pale platitudes
Appeals of the guilty
No time for redemption
Hells shackles no mystery

Dragging them down
Bound for the pit
Wailing for mercy
Their cry full of it

Forgiveness to pardon
Letting them off the hook
Rather the lash
Damned names judgements book
The mild as the meek
The credo of the weak

Cowards and sheep
Fleeced spineless yellow
Judgement comes with a sword
Pounds of flesh
No peace only war
Rages light
Funeral pyre
A blight on the guilty
Stand by the law
Face up to the fires

The Filth

Does stop and search
Require probable cause?
At least you got a warrant
When you smashed up my gear
And ruined all my clothes

Did you get big ideas
From how to make a murderer
Whilst stealing my home
And all along
Just wasting my time?
Is it due practice
To make the victim destitute?

When I complained to the iPCC
You said I had the mind of a child
And saught through mispractice
With mental health to defile.

Was it just harassment
When a van full of your filth
Beat me up in the street
Without any sign of crime
How a vulnerable person
Was left alone in your cells.

When I gave the victim statement
On childhood sexual abuse
You said you got off
On the things that I shared
Investigated me and not the perps
Invasion of privacy
Trying to undermine with some dirt

You had a deal with the media
To undermine survivors
And discredit the cause
All to prove you have the power
You dont get much applause.

How did I end up drugged
In plain sight of the law?
6 times homeless
Consequences for years
Is it normal to have a human rights case
Followed by terrorism charges?

If you complain then they shaft you
Enemy of the state
The filfth taught me the meaning
Of what it is to hate.


A heart that’s frozen
The walls close in
Cold comforts
When you cannot win

Mental shackles
Emotional bars
Snakes and ladders
When I’d come so far

Padded cells
Mirror glass
Tread on egg shells
Tests to pass

There are those who say
You’ll never win
Put you in a box
For another’s sin

Why should I do
As others say?
Nothing to gain
Living that way

Fall on deaf ears
The doctors chair
They sell prescriptions
Judgements unfair

Do I really need to ask permission
To stand alone
Free of their fictions?
Living the lie
That another penned
In tribunal
Seeking the labels end
Authenticity seeks an out
Do you think I really lack insight?
Some people seek to disempower
Not so unsure of what it’s all about

White cliffs of Dover

Tears from the elderly
You know they’re worth more
Fortified by their journey
And all that they saw

A drop of warm water
Memories clear
Wept fond farewells
Of all they hold dear

The white cliffs of Dover
Never will look quite the same
For we sense what is over
Feel the change in the rain

Tears of the elder
What do they recall?
Hearts that beat warmly
You know they’ve seen it all

Mere speculation
A change in the weather
Some know fond goodbyes
Can linger forever

The forces sweetheart
Just who sang along
How many now recall
The words of her song

Watching tears fall
From the eyes of the elder
A tissues moist flower
The stairway to heaven

A nation to mourning
Behind deaths veil
Who cannot see
The lily so pale?

White cliffs of Dover
Never to look the same
What words could express
When you see that it’s all over?

Power windows

The power windows
That feed our minds
Returning themes
Misread signs

Promote a hero
Strip down a fool
Put in the rebels
Protect old school

Body snatchers
Seize our thoughts
Many tentacles
By which we’re caught

A little nudge
Grease of the palm
The rich and powerful
Cause easy harm

Watch causes snowball
See truth obscured
They caution our footfall
Anger abjure

We’re all together
In this bloody mess
So many controls
Mistrusted, I must confess
Still the power windows
Our thoughts redress


Do you fit the categories ?
Put you in a box
A tick from the pen
The census makes a lock

Chained by their labels
Is who you slept with
Who you are?
Find a seat in their bar
Sentenced to division
Outcasts form a club

Specialist attentions
Keep you out there in the cold
Have you not come out yet?
That stories getting old
30 years of therapy
Still you’re on your own
You pay their bloody fees
You’d think you’d have a right to moan

I don’t want to be defined
By who I fuck
It’s nobody else’s business
But in that I’m out of luck
Welcome to the community
Shame it really sucks
At least you’ve been queer bashed
It doesn’t really shock

Not quite straight enough
For good Christian family
But you’re not of that gay lot
Inexperienced, never really happening
Forever the excluded
Surprised I’ve not been shot
They monitor my email
Loves all but been forgot

Search the classifieds
A preference on a dating site
But hang on they’ve got filters
That keep you out of sight
Pay a prostitute
Do they get a sick day for a rest?
You might question the ethics
At least the contracts honest

Haven’t you got pride?
I got attacked the last time that I went
Didn’t like being a rent boy
Or the time that I got raped
Sexualy abused in childhood
Don’t want to be a daddies pet
Some folk seem to have a problem
Dealing with the facts
I don’t want a label
And the days of youth’s not coming back

Can’t breath

Government lockdown
Can anybody breath?
Turn on the purifier
Only communicate with blood

A nations flag
Symbol of oppression
State control
They use any mechanism

Providers sell out
Have you seen the state of the budget?
Faith in social care
You might as well just kick the bucket

Sing the national anthem
Show you’ve got some pride
Conservative values
To take you for a ride

Pretend it’s just a role
Accuse of conspiracy
All to keep the workers
Thinking they are truly free
How’s the human rights record
What is it you can’t see?

Educate against extremism
Counter balance from the middle
Up or down on their see saw
Obscure the truth like riddles
Ban the ones who take a stand
Pretend you just don’t understand
Bake a cake of the Union Jack
Illusions that just plain won’t come back

Different strokes

Old grievances
Pains in the neck
And hard luck
Bend the rules a bit
The authorities suck

Quiet riots
Anarchy descends
Rebels against order
But with what end?

The harder you fight
The further you fall
Can’t sit on the fence
Still can’t answer the call

It’s a matter of balance
A tightrope to walk
Recall the trapeze
That’s when you want to get caught

Lawless without aim
No ones set to gain
But a little oil in the works
Won’t make you look berks

At the end of the day
Systems are just that
It’s down to the people
Who keep it under their hat
No need for the lash
Or cold iron bars
Give a little rope
Just the smallest of strokes


Do you enjoy a life well lived?
Or do you wait for something to give?
Some folk will make things hard
Just to show you they are tough

There are those who give you hell
To cover up just how they fell
What do you think they’re looking at
Hasn’t it got a label?

Some say life’s not a struggle
Perhaps they’re in a muddle
Every choice leads to anxiety
Every move could loose you dignity

Some people do what they’re told
Dogmas morals looking old
So ashamed the slaves to sin
I wouldn’t even know where to begin

Some have privilege for a start
No real battle , always given a good part
But to those of us challenged to survive
They keep sharpening their knives

Is it a joy to be alive?
We’re not coming from the same place
What they gave you on a plate
All I saw was their disgrace
Life is often just endured
No real rights for the injured


I don’t know what to call this
All I know is that I feel it
Sinking in my chest
Wish I said nothing
Why’d I confess?
Like the razor cuts white lines
All I can say is that’s just fine
But when I’m starring at the blade
And it’s left me all but insane
Fears of slicing at the flesh
There's reasons I can't take it
Thank you kindly
It’s for the best

I don’t know what this is
But I think there’s something that I missed
Someone changed the board
And my pieces ain’t in position
It’s you I want to mate
Could frustration turn to hate?
You say you listen
I don’t feel heard
A conversation on three words
I try hard to pretend
But I can’t take it at the end
Loosing the fantasy
For cold shit reality

Counting out the time
Compelled by the next rhyme
It’s not that it don’t mean a thing
Do you believe everything’s a sin?
Struggling with my sentence
The next verse could be worse
I’m bleeding for some mercy
Keep running from the hearse
Like a prisoner in a cell
A heart in satin grave
The choices that you make
Smiles painting on to fake
I don’t know what to call this
But I feel it just the same

I’m coming up for air
Three times down
Hand reaching for the light
Jump start the engine once again
There could be need to resuscitate
Did I tell you how I nearly died?
How low self esteem can drag you down
As sure as the undertow
And icy waters await below
There’s no fuel in my lighter
The zippo wick that burned out low
Could be like snuffing out the candle
The heats too hot to handle
I wouldn’t get too far
They got me one step away
From clutching their cold bars
They took away my choice
And that’s a long time ago
There’s no hope it’s coming back
I don’t know what to call it
But I’ve feelings just the same


Systemic inequality
Institutional abuse
The call for change
Some say what’s the use?

Statues of slavers
Chains wrought of bronze
Insults to the many
Of who they had wronged

Gradual reform
Or radical response
Still you can’t get that job
And they fill their jails with ‘that lot’.

History shows
The middle must give
It’s the only way
We can live and let live

Civil rights much broader
Than the colour of skin
The poor and the hungry
The rich mans sin

Police an occupying force
Tooled up for a fight
Slave ships on course

Protect and serve
No one wants more crime
But calling for change
It’s about that time
The whispering wind
That gives us a sign

History lessons

Revisionist history
It’s always been that way
Choosing the narrative
To raise up the nations flag

Values to uphold
Those who make a stand
Rebels also serve
The blood soaked land

Poppy for the memory
White cliffs
Dover sole
Clouded blues recollects
Spitfires over London skies

Guns that are now silenced
Fond farewells in a salute
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when

Statues for the fallen
Houston we have a problem
Fists that cry freedom
Terrors to resist

The spoils to the victors
Fortunes of war
Ours was a civil conflict
Did they have to take from us
Quite so much?
Fires that still smoulder
Candles never to burn out
They don’t talk about it
A howl and a shout
Chorus of disapproval
How they didn’t leave us nowt

Bound to conform

Bound desires
To the whip
Submissions trembling lip

Bite of the rope
A burning kiss
Blinkered eye
Releases sighs

Blush from the hand
Warming the cheek
A lonely tear
Sobs none can hear

Lasso of truth
The lie detector
Conform to the will
Of the director

Dripping wax
To heat the flesh
In caught breath

A touch of ice
To raise a shiver
Trembling lip
All a quiver

The creek of leather
Bound to conform
Comforted by silk
The skin to warm
The pain of love
A heart forlorn


Don’t give a shit
Don’t care who I hit
Bloods the only ink I got
And you’re the page on which it’s writ

Don’t care about anything
Don’t want to fit in
You’re the ones excluding
Just your rubbish for the bin

I heard you have us labelled
Keeping at arms length
If anything goes wrong
You’ve tarred us with that brush

Civil rights boundaries
The shackles of control
You’ve got the best technology
And it gets worse each day

Paranoid society
Cast in the role of other
Keep us isolated
No one to call us brother

They don’t give a shit
You’re the ones that they hit
Bloods the only ink they’ve got
And you’re the page on which it’s writ
One day your words come back
To haunt you
Self fulfilling

Machine heads

Still fighting the machine
No real respect for law
It’s those who rebel the most
That they want to force under the knee

Bend me, shape me
A hook to reel me in
But once you got your catch
All you do is throw me all away

Team players
The ones who regard the police
Forces of order
Cameras recognition in the crowd

Infamy clutched you
They can pick you out
See you move around
Pushing the boundaries
Of just what they say
Is to be allowed

They divide us up
Labels mixed without sound
Find another issue
To make us all
Stand out

Accidental terrorists
Criminals without a crime
Left out in the cold
Forever stood in line

They’ve got a team for that
And they’re not on your side
Filters feed misinformation
The river running wide
Can you talk about it
On social media?
Only if they allow

Points failure

The traffic lights
Forever stuck on red
It’s always stop
And never go

Train wrecks
Off the straight tracks again
Points failure
Always leaves upon the line
Stationary traveller
Alighting at Berlin

Break down cover
Legal insurance
No claims bonus
Parked on the yellow lines

Moved along
Stuck in second gear
Glossing over
Where the cracks show through

Grand designs
The rear view mirror
Do we swallow
All we’re fed?
Tag teamed
Into submission
With their authorship

Considering escape
But there’s no exit
The strategy forlorn
Like the moths
To fated flame
Try a new opening
Observing their responses
And after all’s said and done
Things just stay the same


Vampires after dark
Red rose masquerade
Howling in the park
Wolves the nightmares raid

Drained of energy
In betrayals kiss
Feeding on the hope
So much seems amiss

Dark wings of the bat
Screeches homing in
Echo to locate
Creatures of the night to sing

Consuming of the flesh
Bloodlust in a bite
Shooting in the dark
Vale of the light

Marriage with the dead
Fears within your head
Wounding of the neck
Morning to awake

Spilled wine
The cursed chalice
For eternal life
Energy ebbs low
Drained of inspiration
Creatures of the night
Sweet music of affliction


The subdefugge
A hidden smile
Secrets to unearth
All the whilst

The first mistake
Never taken at face value
Lends to interpretation

Feigning friendship
A promising touch
Never fulfilled
I don’t ask much

Magnifying glass
To scrutinise
Around in a circle
Knotted lies

And so it grows tired
No real progress
When all you sought
Falsely confessed

Played like a patsy
An old role
Suspicions suspect
Take there toll
Reel in a catch
Or so you thought
Positive attention
Not much left
Of which to sing


Maternal care
Compassion for those in need
Flee state of nature
Rejected greed

The aged to welfare
Second childhood comes
Disabled folk,
More could be done
What provision ?
Dignity for all, not some

Health, integrity
Needs support
The nanny state
Not as bad as they taught

Society of nurture
Linked by love
The greatest good for all
Nothing could be enough
A social contract
Of inclusion

Sisters, brothers
On which to lean
Ethical truth
Needs to be seen

Protective with loving arms
Keep the needy free from harm
Maternal comforts
For one and all
Social security
As much as we can afford


Creature comforts
You can please yourself
It’s good for your health

Essential oils
The added scent
Self satisfied
No sin repent

The good life
For what it’s worth
Gourmet dinning
Fruits of the earth

Classical music
Fills the room
Simple pleasures
Always end too soon

Sensual world
In which we live
A touch of massage
Contentment gives

Dancing lights
That set the mood
Ease suffering
For our own good
Never forget
Those times of woe
But creature comforts
The simple pleasures sow


A path that goes nowhere
The method that we tread
Covering up the journeys end
Meaning lost in death

Constant negotiation
Trying to firmly grasp
The contingent forms
That erupt before our eyes

Instant gratification
Avoidant of the now
Anxiety suppressed
Sure of dogmas lie

Taking care of others needs
To know and be known
Ethics hard to live

The unexamined life
Consumers buy a dream
Illusionary satisfaction
Directions where we lean

Self fulfilled by what we buy
Still the poor starved child
Capitalism’s ethics
Abandons others to the wild
Exploited like the cow
That ends as roasted beef
Can we apply ideals
Reducing suffering
Forever cursed by lack of answers
Common senses thief
Culinary philosophy
So why not eat the rich?


The ones we hold the closest
Make wounds deeper just the same
Buried feelings rooted earth
Wondering where the conflict came

Those that are the dearest
All have the greatest cost
And we’re the ones who pay
For sweet moments lost

When you approach near
And I shed my lonely tears
That’s when I want to push away
And die to your arms another day

Those in veneration
Those who can reach the depths
Of a heart for ever wounded
A skipped beat within the chest

The ones we let the closest
Are the ones who hurt the most
It’s the price we pay
Intimacy can be the worst

To hold another dearly
Perhaps to never count the cost
Do we see it all too late
When the moment’s lost
Life is experienced
There’s no master plan
Take it as you find it
We Do only what we can


Like the pull
Of longed for
Lovers arms
Lonely hearts

Fearing to be burned
A close scrape
Conflicts skin
So torn
By triangle so sharp

Plumped pillows
Soft for your head
A duvet where to dive
To dream in peace
Of comfortable lives

Heavy hearts
When someone’s wronged
Not quite the hope
For which I long
Space between
An empty void
Volume displaced
A sunken stone

Open relationships
Like comforts arms
To hold the heart
Keep safe from harm
Forces of nature
No need to be alarmed

Pulling at the chest
A dream of love
Where all are blessed
But still a hunger
I must confess
Where I fell for you


Twelfth week without you
Time stretches
What can I do?
That’s what I’m thinking now
When will it end
I ask you how?

Funeral hearses
Lonely graves
No mourners there
No final wave
Social distance
No fond fair-wells
This is a moment
That’s hard to sell

Across the silent void
Fragile feelings
I try to avoid
No one there
Just absent longings
No real sense
Of my belonging

I sit and watch
An empty screen
Skype switched off
The latest scene
Cue line waiting
For the prompt
Awaiting calls
Empty wants

I want to order fresh flowers
In a bunch
They live and bloom
The senses touch
Fragrance of life
Within their pollen
The wilting speaks
Of our tomorrow

12 weeks in lock down
No way to spread
Fond thoughts around
A growing dread
A dark malaise
That haunts my head
That’s all we’ve got
The hope lies dead


I don’t wanna work
For the man no more
I don’t want to graft
All day
They Don’t care what I think
Or what I feel
Sometime I’m gonna
Get my say

I don’t want to serve
The great white chief
They’re never gonna raise
My pay
Stealing every hour
Like a silent thief
Sometime this dog’ll
Have his day

I don’t wanna work
For that man no more
It’s a crime
That never pays
Every time I talk of my rights
He keeps getting in my way

Work ethics
May seem fine to some
Brighter future
This way to come
But they drive me insane
With their demands
I want to have
A better day

I don’t wanna work
For the man no more
He never listens to my rights
I don’t wanna serve
For a rich mans crumbs
They seem to think
That I’m just scum

Working every day
The good lord sends
I’ll get my reward
Come the end
In heaven the poor folk
Don’t have to serve
One day I’ll realise
My worth.

I don’t wanna work
For the man no more
Sits on high
Judging all I do and say
I don’t wanna kiss arse no more
Raise a fist to the
Great white chief
He don’t care
If I live or die
Doesn’t hear
The tears I cry


Skivers and thrivers
Are there any survivors?
Sink or swim
Only rich men win

Battle of the fittest
Social Darwinism
Don’t want to pay
For a safety net
Selfishness all we get

The greed of the few
No citizens rights
Universal basic income
The modern slaves fight

They deal in illusions
Declare we are free
But it’s back to the grindstone
Masks of servility
Can anyone tell me
Which way’s liberty?

The disempowered
Red tape seals tight
The chains for Prometheus
Reaching for the light

They try to confound us
Strip us of our rights
Civil liberty
The modern slaves fight
Fists raised for freedom
Rage in plain sight
The system is wrong
So too liberty strong


I don’t believe in miracles
But you
Make me wish upon
The rainbows end
A pot of gold
Within your smile
And diamonds for your eyes

I don’t have much faith
In anything
But I place my fragile hopes
On one thing
Unicorns dancing in the clouds
Living for the myth
With golden horns
Manes to crown

I don’t believe much anything
But that butterflies
Spreading their wings
Can cause ripples
On the lakesides edge
And so too
Two hearts may fly

I don’t believe in fairy tales
Yet beasts find beauty too
A frozen rose
Brought to blushing life
And so cheeks
Flush red with a warmth
When I think of you

When all you can believe in
Is yourself
A hope grows in the breast
That you can believe another’s heart
So too
Beats true within the chest
And in that hope
Of something to believe
Know of a love
And be blessed

People watching

Looking at me
Looking at you
Looking at me
What is it that you think
That I must see?

I could be a pervert
Looking at all the kids
Schoolgirls at the bus stop
Depravity never ends
Can you get inside my head?
It might flip your lid

I might just be thinking
There’s some bloody kids
But you seem to predict
I’ve dark secrets hid

I might be a super spy
Live and let die
Forever listening in
Is that some kind of sin?
Sow misinformation
Careless talk costs lives

Looking and you
Looking at me
Looking at you
Start a conversation
Why people are looking on quite free

You know it’s rude to stare
You think I strip you with my eyes
Down to the underwear
Actually no, is that a surprise
Sowing rumours all around
I guess you must be paranoid

Any peep worthwhile
Hides behind lace curtains
If you think I give a toss
You’re going for a burton
People watching may be fun
But mostly it’s just blurred motion in the street
I’m not even looking
At what you wear upon your feet.

Petrol heads

The presidential cavalcade
Limousines in line
Black gold economics
Feeds on the blood of wars

Oil barons count on profits
Sinking wells into the sands
Forever in the pipeline
With their toxic wealth

Exhaust fumes for a perfume
Low clouded skies of smog
The scent of global warming
Engine of the hog

Greasers raise a rally
To show off what they’ve got
Banking corners of race tracks
But something’s been forgot

Ecologically unsound
The wheels go round and round
Carbon emissions in the dark
Carburettor battery sparks

They all could go electric
Clean energy for the ozone hole
But selfishness and greed
Are where they sell their souls

Oil spill tankers
Lost to the waves
Dead birds in the slick
All due to one cause, the motorcar addicts

Childhood fears of devastation
Environmental fight
Still the petrol smoke
Combusts through a dark night


The middle classes have all the money
That’s the way it’s always been
Their puppets sit in parliament
There is no other scene

Where is all the power
Who’s pulling all the strings?
A divided society
See what advantage brings

They want us to bow down
Your children taught to serve
If they get a big idea
They’ll just get a body swerve

Money does not need intelligence
No requirement of moral integrity
Emotional stability?
That’s more for the likes of you and me

The privileged few
Sitting up on high
The crumbs from their table
One deal, and it’s goodbye

They don’t want us to question
Blindly to follow authority
Things as bad as you could assume
A divided society

They’ll steal every idea
From the melting pot
As to the ones that have them
They’ll soon be long forgot

There’s a glass ceiling
Over all our heads
Serve your rightful masters
Till the day that you are dead

The rich do rather well
At keeping the rest of us poor
There’s one route to the top
And for us it’s a closed door
The ones that make us homeless
The ones that rob us of our dreams
Those in the four wheel drives
It’s enough to make you scream

Small nobs

The smaller of country
Yet the higher death toll
The big nobs wanted a cull
Put the wasters in a hole

At least it’s not brexit
Taking over the TV
They’ve hacked into your skype
Wonder what we’ll see?

There’s plenty of excuses
Why the economy is trashed
Ask the ones in charge
Where all the money’s stashed?

I’ve got shares in undertakers
The profit on the rise
As we sell the finest plots
In another grave they lie

It’s all a bloody mess
As we face a dark depression
One things for sure
We’ll not have seen as bad a recession

The smaller of country
Higher of death toll
Did we really need a cull
To protect the big nobs roles?
Second peak is coming
Herd immunity, feed the polls

Good sports

We don’t believe you
Everything’s ok
We’ve built a just society
Everything will go your way

Of course there’s a few problems
But we’ve created great supports
When you queue at the dole
By the weekend there’ll be sport

We’ve scored a goal for sure
Talk about your feelings down the pub
If you can’t get up in the morning
We’ll pump you full of psychiatric drugs

Everything just fine
And life’s a bed of roses
Bow down to the tops
They never look down their noses

We don’t believe those who complain
Society is the best it’s ever been
There’s no culture of denial
No one thinks there’s so much abuse
Coming up roses for the blinkered
You may well ask just what’s the use?

Bring it on (or why I record lyrics into a dictaphone)

Bring it on
Have you heard the name
Of the latest band?
Cash cow
And the magic money tree

I can think of better investments
With higher assured returns
People buy flats
And need potato’s

Rags to riches?
Who’ll win the fame game?
Holes in your pockets
Publicists are a drain

I can’t afford a mixer
Let alone pro tools
Sold on the dream
How many are fools?

I’ll bring it on small
If you give me a hundred grand
But then again with that money
I might have other plans

Buy me a ticket
Anywhere but here
I’ve been doing my sums
It’s looking dear
Over night sensation
It’s the latest thing

Rags to riches
Can you bring it on?
Just another lyric
Going for a song
I live in the real world
No ones fantasy


Long ships
Dragons of the sea
Square sails with a breath
To conquer every wave

Eighty oars abreast
Shield bearers to protect
Timbers beneath feet
Armoured warriors taking flight

Swords and axe to raid
Routes sailed to trade
The steersman takes his oar
Castle-men at the prow

The keel from aft to front
Backbone like a whale
The plaining of the hull
Cutting the surface of the sea

Clinker to the build
Nailed as one form
Sixty feet and more
The slender curve of saga wrote

Figure head at the prow
Dragons bare their teeth
Flying to horizon
On their raven wings
Vikings in their longship
With an oar to grip

Rubber glove

A blue rubber glove
Hand squeezed by a stranger
Cold comfort now
Face concealed by a mask

No smiles of reassurance
Muffled voices as if afar
No good news on horizon
As lungs are filling up

Some offer hollow prayer
Some try to count the cost
Statistics only numbers
Each is a human loss
Political allegiances
Furloughed by the boss

Families on reduced wages
Economists talk of another loss
Systems take the strain
No tables in the coffee shop

A blue rubber glove
Cold comfort for protection
Faces veiled by masks
A hand squeezed for the lost

Is there anyone to blame
To sanction for the cost?
Economic warfare
Bow down to the boss
Politicians form allegiance
Beneath a nations flag
But stop to ask the question
Why so many body bags?


Can you save me?
Comfort solitude
Fulfil me
I’d surrender
To just one thing
Warm arms
Which to surround me

Freedom from commitment
Open hearts
In liberty
But how you could crown me
Lips soft

Romance just a fancy
A flight on wounded wings
Raising you up
With every compliment to sing
On the pedestal
Of my hopes
Ever seeking
To lift your smile

Like treading water
But sinking heart
How I long
For the fresh pools
To drown
Within those eyes

Comfort solitude
In the surrender
A fragile heart to save
Dreaming of one thing
Reclined in the bed
You make
Turning to the mirror
A lonesome tear
Of fate

Madame de Pompadour

Kissing lady finger
Biscuit to the bite
Retire into the boudoir
With its hidden sights

The mistress of the house
Poise of elegance
The key to secret chambers
Where she practices her dance

Jewellery and her makeup
Trinkets in a musical box
Conditioner for body
Of her raven locks

At her dressing table
Mirror reflects her suite
Skirts tried in the bower
The closets tastes so sweet

Stretched on the chaise lounge
A glimpse of stocking feet
Trying on her shoes
Reclining in curved seat
Embroidered stitch in time
Cushioned femininity sublime

Rococo to her style
Painting nails so manicured
Perchance to scratch the back
Of suitors courtly to the demure
Those who come to worship
At her temples door
All those that venerate
Madame de Pompadour

The private thoughts of ladies
Hide behind those painted smiles
And all who seek her lips
Must go the extra mile
Dangerous liaisons
To linger but awhile

Up Pompei

Final hours of Pompei
Pumice fills the sky
Fiery gas to breath
The pyroclastic surge

The gods of Rome
How angered
By freemen as the slave
All buried by the ash

Flash burn
As to carbon turns
The screaming mothers mouths
Babes froze black in their stiff arms

Mount explodes, shakes earth
With its fatal shout
Death in the irruption
No one left to talk about

Pliny upon the sea
Turning boat around
Seeking to save brothers
Boiling sea in which he drowned

Tragic in the preservation
The captives caught in life
That the fires consumed
All hope petrified in strife
Destruction in the wake
Deadly peak struck like a knife

Red rain
From black sky
Those early to the escape
Survivors exodus
A mountain billows fire
Quake before Vesuvius

Fruit cocktail

I’d like to strip off all your clothes
Peel you just like a banana
Kneeling at your toes
Oh, how I could try harder

I like a sweetened date
I could eat you off a plate
Tasting your ripened fig
You know this could be big

I was thinking of you
Sat alone at your screen
You could use a foot massage
Toes sucked clean

Do your shoulders need a rub
After toiling like a machine?
I could soap you in the tub
Scented candles set the scene

There’s an ache in your back
I could put you back on track
Caressing your spine
Oh my, that would feel fine

I'm not in the closet
I'll be in your larder
Tell me, do you fancy
Some hows your father?

I like a fruit cocktail
My ministrations could not fail
Peel you just like a banana
Ripe cherries, take you as I find ya
Add a little cream
Feeling fruity, it’s a dream

Nailed it

Always play safe
If you’re gonna get nailed
If there’s no splinters
You won’t need the tweezers

I ask you sincerely
Do you aspire to hang from
A couple of planks
Of the cheapest timber?

Follow, follow
If you’re a slave to sin
But wait a minute
They condemn most everything

If you like a nice stretch
Filling to your ring
Perhaps it’s more fitting
For rock n roll to sing

Yes, I’m afraid once again
I’m talking about Him.
That suicidal god
They praise with all those hymns

I’d love to nail ya
But with your legs apart
A thrust from my spear
To pierce your heart
Always play safe
and know you’re the boss
I don’t aspire to be crucified
On a wooden cross

If you’re gonna get nailed
Be sure to play safe
And make sure best of all
That there’s no splinters


Calm like the breeze
Gently caressing the leaves
Branches reach like fingers
To billow with the wind

Calm within the form
Centred body poised
Feet firm on the ground
Rooted in the earth

The breath of calm
The sense of ease
Purposefully moving
Rhythms of the heart

Embracing change
To bend, not break
Dancing with the flow
Thoughts becoming slow

Calm like the lakeside
Reflecting on the mirrors edge
Looking beyond the self
Dissolving with each ripple

Calm as sitting
Watching the chest rise
And fall with each breath
Calm within the moment
Still, with mindfulness

Gallery cases

A heart of stone
Washed by the waters of time
The wet-nurses breast
Longed for release
Obelisk weeps
Hard to confess
A phallic witness
Lovers embraced
Limbs entwine to trace
Memory of their face
Repeating her themes
Not all that it seems
The river of life
Smoking mirror
The skull turquoise blue
A mosaic cod piece
Greek athletes in grip
Wrestlers flesh stripped
A manly pursuit
They thrust till they shoot
Mummified cats
Images of bast
Heavens above
As ancient as love
Astronomical arts
As the clouds part
Counting each star
Their light from afar
Seeking illumination
A search to ascend
In beginning so too as it ends
Choosing a mask
Persona on face
Where vellum tomes part
Pages thumbed from the start
Magical arts
Mirror of the dark
Angels to see
Into mystery
Reflect on existence
Statues froze in the dance
Compassionate smile
Meditate all the while
Cast in bronze
Peace for which to long
Beauty divine
Reaching to make sense
Moving beyond
To uncovered truth
The crashing of waves
Overwhelmed, what will save?
Reliant on myth
Cold reason to shift
Who will survive
To the sails we strive
Artistry rigging
As we float aloft
On our bark
Stitches in a tapestry
Where we come to exist
Footsteps in the gallery
Our path to mark


All where I’ve traveled
All places I’ve been
Where ever I wander
Drink and drugs on the scene

It teaches you boundaries
Learn to walk alone
No one else in the trenches
Whenever I roam

After a while
You just sense it
No one watching your back
Nowhere is sacred
And the hungry still lack

There’s clouds on horizon
With the smell of smoke
Dreams they’re destroying
Crushing out hope

Some people are crazy
I watch my own back
Wherever I wander
Off the beaten track
Some want power
Some just want to distract

Some people throw mud
Some people unclean
There’s knives as my back
Photos unseen
Some try to defame
Like jackals in teams

There’s spiders in webs
Trying to make a deal
Some want me broken
Some make me scream
Face the facts
Some people are shit
Can’t write a word
Let alone the last hit

Agents of death

Biological warfare
Looks a lot like that
That’s what I’m still thinking
As a matter of fact

Technicians in labs
Men in white coats
Like Asian flue
You know it’s no joke

Body count rises
Is there someone to blame?
Agents of death
Getting away with their game

Take a look at the evidence
Contemplate the cost
Mothers and fathers
How many are lost?

I won’t point a finger
Because I know that it’s rude
A monkey puzzle
To unravel it’s true

Perhaps it’s too much
To contemplate
What the media conceals
From so many this fate
Let’s talk peace and love
As you know I loathe hate


Worked on the blind
Like the pink panther
A bumbling idiot
Never sure who is who

They say I must be useful
And the moneys fairly good
As they fly me by wire
Into the midst of operations

I don’t even blink
If bomb disposal
Move a robot down the street
Just a scene I’ve played before

Sometimes I’m the target
Often just the chaff
An agent of confusion
Sent into the fray

I get itchy ears
As I put on a new disguise
It buys your freedoms
But liberty still lie
Always have a handler
Someone shotgun too

There’s been a few murder cases
A couple of terror plots
Another vice ring
I don’t like to travel far abroad
There was the drug smugglers
And the abduction crew

An unknown soldier
An accidental tourist
Never the hero with the thousand faces
Kept on the outside
But I know I have my uses
When they work me on the blind


There are teams
Within ‘the team’
TA for a medic
Milkman ‘in’ on ‘it’
The postman hide a spy
The dustman full of shit
After a while
You see through
They can’t all be in the same network
As the man walking his dogs
Outer circle
You’re not my mate
It’s civil rights
Violated if you intrude
You’ve got the key to my front door
And that’s not even legal
Liberty tell me it’s policing
That there’s nowhere to complain
They monitor and filter
To and from hub
You may well suspect that I must be the problem
But it’s what leads to civil unrest
They’ll be tracking every move
With 5G shaking hands
It’s not paranoia
With them really looking in
It does not make me feel any safer
Because they take as they control
They abuse the powers they’re given
Pretend it’s all an act
I guess I must be ‘it’
They say that my face fits


Deep like the reflected mountains
On the lakeside mirrors face
Deep as the lovers eyes
Absorbed in unity’s gaze

A vacuum to be filled
That grows between the heart
Ill met from beginnings
Separated from the start

Where beliefs collide
No true meeting of minds
Intuitively divided
Within a greater truth

Valued like beauty
Romantic to ideal
A necessary ignorance
Of the implicit form

Concealed like silk scarf
The face we strive to see
Only seen in parts
Known only in isolation

Deep like great azure sea
The differences I see
Seeing only the waves
And not what lies beneath

Deep as space growing between us
No stars, just mote in the eye
Ripples washing from a tear
That disturbs the surface clear
The depths of the emotions
Of all that’s held so dear

Hack and slash

Thrown from your horse
In the heat of battle
The bodies piled up
Like slaughtered cattle

Where ravens peck eyes
Leaving empty sockets
The fate of the guilty
Hands in others pockets

Bloods crimson rain
Red flows down the face
Where the sword has slashed
Severed limbs tears trace

It’s all so funny
Till the lightning strikes
And the blade leaves the sheath
For righteous fight

Memory like a kink
Notched along the blade
However hard you try
Recollections never fade

Did you get your cut
With knives drawn behind back?
Just don’t forget
The scars of an old hack

True Brit

Rainbows bridging generations
With the clap of grateful hands
Fond thoughts for the carers
The salt of the land

Thank our lucky stars
That the war was won
Spitfires and fly pasts
The blitz years now long done

Medals pinned to heroes
Proudly on the chest
The old guard still among us
Who are Britain’s best

Birthday cards for charity
A smile wide as the sun
We will not be beaten
Keep calm and carry on

Thomas the tank engine pulls us through
The golden age of steam
Those we can respect
For granting youth its dreams
Toms thumb's not so small
As once it may have seemed

Raise hands in applause
We’ve come through the peak
We'll meet again
The past with wisdom speaks
At the end of the long tunnel
History will tell how old Tom came to teach
Lion heart of the brits
Showing us true grit

The fool

No fool
Like an old fool
A common idiom
Loyal tongues to serve

The weight of the crown
Passed on like the mace
Counting the pennies
Portrait of fair face

The days turn to years
Unwinding like clockwork
Cogs synchronised
Busy hands mark the time

The weathers changed
But in England always the rain
All that’s devolved
Things still ever the same

It’s a marathon
And not a sprint
Passing the baton
Relayed by the bees

Left with these questions
Watching coronation street
Republicans call
But it’s bound for defeat
After all, little princes
Walk on royal roads
Privileged from birth
With their happy feet


For the film of my life
Ever a bit part in my own biopic
Directors of players
Network ratings to decide

The cinema show
Up on the big screen
Dolby surround
A ticket for a pound

We say we love our freedom
So why adherence to the script?
Fed on stock footage
Treasured imagery

Try to make the final cut
Edit suite clippings on the floor
Paste a new narrative
Shoot that scene again
Always so close but too far away
To focus on our entrance

Stage mallumination
A war on crowds for their soul
Lumiere brothers projections
Cameo for a role
Others perceptions
A locus of control

Did you get a misquote?
A false impression
Synchronicities fools
Taken in by others act
Finding when the credits roll
Misled to curtains call
It’s all just smoke and mirrors
That confounds us all.

Social network

Out of the frying pan
Into the fire
Who’d think the support system
Would be full of liars?

The Apple doesn’t fall
So far from the tree
The network of branches
A web all should see

Victims try to flee
From the cuckoos nest
What they do not get
The worse have confessed

Cocaine corruption
Greasing of palms
People not worth a light
The shadow of harm

Directors and players
All bound by their addiction
If you tell the truth
You get nothing but friction

Every one has a price
It doesn’t take conspiracy
Shit floats to the top
They’ll call it amnesty
Washing The laundry
Of an abusive family tree


Cinderella syndrome
Ever looking for the one
They that fit the slipper
Empty of colour like the glass

Trying to see clear through
A princess amongst the cinders hearth
To save from ugly sisters
A maid without self worth

Of course he could try to win
A human being for a mate
No matches made in heaven
But poor Prince Charming
Forever to his dreaming

Building castles in the clouds
Raise beauty on pedestal
One thing that’s for sure
Reality brings a fall

Better to stand on sure feet
Amongst the dirt and grime
Fashion from the arts
Walking boots to weather time
Beware the charms of princes
Or of serfs to save from laundry rinsing

Cinderella always the fantasy
For which young hearts will search
But once the magic fades
The wheels have fallen off
No footmen to her carriage
No such thing as perfect marriage
Forget feet that fit glass slippers
For that dream is sure to shatter
Just watch you don’t put your foot in your mouth
Find someone who truly matters


That is not being
Which we call being
Only being which it is not
Partial the being which is contained
In perception of what it is to be
Being is becoming
We live to be
Within the totality
Of which is being
Were being but a word
To describe what it is to be
It would describe only an aspect
One truth perceived
Of that which is true being
Live to be
Flowing into being
In time
Not that
Which has no being


To see the whole
Or the particular
Or deconstruct
Or Rationale
The diamond
or the many facets
Two halves in conflict
Each other to suppress
Bound together
In asymmetry
Distribution connected
Yet clearly drawn apart
To see with separate eyes
Two halves to each scene
The music and the lyric
Grasp the narrative
Or each word within the script
To feel the flowing tide
Or count the grains between each toe
The brain is not a singularity
Torn apart yet forming a whole
The canvas has two sides
Where each stroke is made
Colours forming an image
Or gripping to the gauze
The hands make many passes
Yet what they sculpt is felt as one
Watching cars drive by
Or reading the number plates
Absorbed within the scene
The passing flow as it goes
Attentive to the rhythm
The time stretch of video
Or frozen moments photograph
Seeing the street with all its changes
Or count the faces of each passer by
Each hemispheres separates task
Dual aspects of consciousness
Where one leads the other follows
Embraced within shared dance


All story tellers are liars
I lied about this too
That’s why when you think about it
I must have told you true

Rational mind ever seeking absolutes
But intuitively things are relative
Confronted with paradox
Expectancy divides

Is the world the way we see?
Is it ever in flux?
Nature unknowable
Not fixed static in the mind

Observer and observed
Each present within the other
The hand that draws the hand
That draws the hand drawing the hand

No emissary without master
The view from a hall of mirrors
Ego views only from itself
Solipsism eating its own tail

Inside out
Outside in
Seeking only context
How each thing relates
Realism versus ideal
Lived in and yet to live

What you say
Is what you hear
Process never fixed
Embracing uncertainty
Objectivism ever known subjectively
Building from the bottom up
Apart and yet within the whole
The coin that has two sides
But only once is paid
Convergent empathy


I guess I could be more optimistic
But reality always bites
A little too world weary
Not so trusting the spotlight

Youths wasted on the young
Hope the futures looking bright
Keep your chin up
Your generations going to do alright

You could be wrapped around a lamppost
With a tin of beer
Did I tell you how I lay in front of a bus?
Just one extra drink that cost me dear

There’s the time I walked naked
In the middle of the street
A hand axe in one hand
I hope it don’t repeat

So things are just great now
With all the passing years
I wish when I was younger
I didn’t have so many fears

There’s one thing I regret
That I never fucked around
These days when I want a blow job
I haven’t got the actresses their pounds

So here’s to the optimism of youth
Before the world had ground you down
Try to keep your chin up
With all these things that go around

Closed doors

They say it’s ‘playing victim’
Well I must have ‘played’ it all my life
There’s many a guilty party
Tried to put me in an early grave
Therapy does not change it
They medicate the wrong man cos it’s cheap
Society keeps denying
That there’s a war on victims rights
They set up fine sounding charities
But they play both sides for fools
Hopes to sweep it under the carpet
Or blame us victims for our own abuse
The statistics are obscure
There’s a media block on truth
So many things they say to help us
Go back into denial
They’ve ideology a plenty
To minimise or cover up
Handprint art of innocents
Who don’t even know when they are wronged
Sacred cow of family
What goes on behind closed doors
Where there’s muck
There’s money
And those who’ll pay
To hide the proofs
They keep the plates on spinning
Same old lies come around each year
There’s never been much sign of justice
The closer it seems
The further it goes away
It takes just a little corruption
And a large dose of ignorance
Who has all the power?
And who conceals the truth?

Power shower

Interloper on the scene
The bathing form
The body clean
Oh pray do tell
What first is seen?

The buttocks moon
Ripple of muscle
Triangle of the mons
A mountain climb

To drink the drips
Falling naked
From skin refreshed
By the warm shower

Explore the crevice
Lost in your hills
Caress the curves
Enter The glade

A waterfall
Washing your hair
The scents fresh soap
Cascading down your thighs

The bare image
Soaking flesh
A glimpse of heaven
Bathed in light
Encircling the hips
Seeking salvation in moist lips


Words unspoken
Ever fearing their rejection
Cleaning my teeth
It’s you I think of in reflection

The fruitless search
Desire frustrated
Still Can I get enough?

I think of your spine
Like a sculpted goddess
To kiss along its length
Seeking your soft neck

Words unsaid
Clothed in the lyric
Embodying the muse
Your ear to lick

A model reclined
The slope of thigh
To grace the pillow
With the olive of your head
Covering modesty with the arts
Stroking the strings with fragile heart

The golden rain
Fulfilling image
Open petals
The honeysuckles bee
Words unspoken
And yet I hope you see


False beliefs
Bad religion
Patterns seen
Given agency

There’s no secret
Connections that are not there
Fake meaning derived
From the entropy

Carved on tablets
Scriptures books
An edifice built
Foundations shook

There’s nothing there
But Mickey Mouse
Prophets and miracles
Trick of the eye
A sacred con
The priesthood’s lies
Don’t comply
Dogma defy

Imaginary friends
Empty prayer
Dressed up ethics
But heavens where?
Renounce the father
Spit on the son
Why do you suppose
They crucified the prat?

No god above
No chains for love
You shouldn’t do that
Shame, ain’t that the facts
No virgin mothers
Falsehoods of others

They sit and judge
Sat on high
Seek liberty
Not a deity
Religions crime
A waste of time
They demand respect
Want us on our knees
If you don't conform
They try to force you to compliance

A pox on sin
Bound till we die
with the lords servility
Hollow words
The holy books just shitty
Rise above
Their base controls
Abandon faith
Reclaim your souls


She’s got a presence
Makes blood pressure rise
How I long for her to curl up in my lap
And grip me in those thighs

She’s the kind of heat
Keeps melting my ice
Makes me want to take a gamble
Lady Luck shaking at the dice

Her eyes make me look away
Or else I’d drown in her gaze
Keeps me coming back for more
Seeking to frame the moment with new phrase

You see I’m hooked on her
Just can’t get enough
In the parting gesture
Ever feeling rough

There’s excitement
In anticipation
Waiting on the call
Heart beats strong
With a rhythm
To court her with a song

She’s a presence
Could move me to tears
I just can’t find the words
Lost for the next line
Butterfly to my fears
Of loosing that connection
Ever paying homage
To the presence of her smile

Realism (their neck, Manet).

The dance of modernity
The multitude to move
Flocked together in the crowd
Faces anonymous around

Showcase of the new
Elitists to aesthetic
Raising the roof
But the music is elsewhere

The unseen orchestra
A blind mans conducting hand
Directing the throng
A sea of flowing hats

Silver service recollections
Virgin table cloth
A feast for sore eyes
Stains as yet to drip
Weary of the tastes
Of so much lost within corruption

Naked in the park
Ambivalence the judge
Shock of the blushed skin
The unveiling of the flesh
Realism to the eye
Of the innocent expression

To see the mundane world
And paint it into life
Lending to the image
The spirit of creation
Hanging in the gallery
Composition froze in time

Caressing with the breath
Blowing softly at the neck
Ripples of small hairs
Goosebump longed for response
A participant passive observer
Receptive to imagined kiss
Reacting with a shiver
To hot lips whistling winds of change


Ice breakers
The straining ships prow
Cracks on the surface
Uncharted sea

The creaking below
The icy depths
Cold clouds of breath
A sigh to exhale

Glacial white
Snow blind eyes glaze
Feeling the pressure
Like a tectonic shift

Emotional conflict
Frozen rock hard
In the deep freeze
Frost bitten
Held back in that time

Breaking up
And breaking through
Shattering brittle image
Of all that I knew

Free from harsh chill
The burning of hands
Shivers of tension
All but forgotten
Melting slowly away

Thawed by the fireside
Somehow refreshed like from tears
Ice cube chimes in the glass
Ringing the change
Cooling warm lemonade


Mental health
Maybe a misnomer
Not quite as ill
As they might want you to believe

Sociological needs
Constructs for the scaffold
Keeping the trauma
Standing upright

Without supports
Risk of consequences
Conform to an extent
Just meeting my needs

Welfare for the injured
But labels insult
All depends how you frame it
Disablement or empowerment

A compromise
Not best case scenario
But also not worse

If you ask if I’m sick
I’d say a firm no
A body of prejudice
Clinical lies
But I’ve got to live somehow
With the damage they’ve done
It’s all about power
And I'm not without none

Cold call

Many enemies
Back against wall
Did I notice your face change?
Remember the art of war

Knives that are drawn
Behind the defence
Do I tell you everything?
Problems to speak of
And that’s just one of the facts

Pulling of wool
Over sore eyes
A shift in the force
The question is why

Identity and the identified
Give them an inch
Who thinks that they’d lie?
It’s only their greed
Whilst the pennies are pinched

Offers of peanuts
Might build up a rep
But I deal in contracts
Not baby steps

It's all on the record
If they can justify

Something for nothing
Bridges or walls?
They’ve got my address
I’m not taking cold calls

The curve

You ask me how it feels
Well I guess I’ve been here before
Just like treading water
With a fear of depths below

The arc of a curve
As memory comes back around
Hopes seem to be sinking
The tears of the lonely clown

I used to shrug it off
A cold hard shoulder
Not sure it’s any better
Now I’m growing older

Futile searches
Long lost loves
Not much left to believe
No solace from above

The wounds feel just the same
As they did way back when
They say time is a healer
But here we go again
I’ve got less distractions
Than I had back then

Quite the cynic
When all’s said and done
Just another blind ally
Ends as it begun
So many paths I’ve walked
With shoelaces undone
Tomorrow’s another day
I’m still hopeful for sun
Let sleeping dogs lie
I’d still give you a try


They want to be special
The one that caught me out
Just because there’s motive
That I scream and shout

An outsider, not guilty
Fears of the crowd
As if righteous outrage
Is not allowed

Ive seen it before
Carers wanting to retire
Weaving interpretations
Pushing the pay off ever higher

Proofs for ideology
Some counsellors I met
Most basic in psychology

They project
They confuse
Want to be the star of the show
Crime novel fantasy because I was the abused

Seeing things that are not there
The more I deny
The more they think that I hide
Can’t face the facts
Thinking I lied
The more I was open
The more their suspicions would rise


To soothe the grief
Touch the pain
Gentle caress
The tears of rain

Blossom falling
Like quiet snow
Or pink confetti
In hair to sow

To garland you with flowers
Fragrant for your bed
Ease your every burden
Rest your weary head

Rap you up in fur
To warm you to the heart
Fulfilling like the soup
Simmered on the hearth

Words I search for
To reach you there
Like affirmations
Showing that I care

You are there for me
And it gives the moment meaning
When once more I see your face
And know where my hopes are leaning.


Crass interpretations
They project their fear in fantasy
They think I’m damaged goods
Primed explosive to react

They think I’m only a label
But my heart is whole
They don’t see the strength
Think I am just a role

Am I really their patient
Is there very much to heal?
They offer dirty plasters
Suppress tears of the real

They’re just like a drug dealer
Laying false claims that there’s a need
To medicate my feelings
Control instead of heed

In the script they write
I am portrayed as vulnerable
Yet I stand on sure feet
Free of all their troubles

The profile that they pen
More lies I hear again
They don’t even try to get to know me
From them I would be freed.
It could take me many years
But I’m patient with my tears

Sand castles

Building walls
Mud pack divides
Broken homes
Cement that cracks

And betrayal
Dirt of the past
The laundry list

Self made jails
The growth of distance
Keeping apart
The boundaries moat

Honest tears
Lowering drawbridge
To wash away
Castles in the sand

Fear of intimacy
Raw old wounds
Scars run deep
Eyes look away

Once bitten
Twice as shy
Tired of loneliness
Walls start to crumble
The empty cell
A wounded heart

Why don’t you?

Windows on the world
Watch TV or use skype
A multitude of opinions
Or a director with their hype

Seeing into the world
With edits to disguise
Conforming to what’s fed
No room for fresh perspective

Features remain the same
Questions hardly differ
Presenters take their cue
No room for improvisation

Switch it off
There’s more to see
Why don’t you?
Life’s mystery

Take a virtual tour
Around the British museum
Find in history
Things have been this way before

We’ve had the flu
Wiped out TB
So don’t get obsessed
With daytime TV
They’ll find a vaccine
Just like the BCG

Young hearts (how it is for boys)

Youthful hearts
Free to love
Virgins sealed up door
Turns their frustrations
To the lips
Of painted whores

A kiss excites
Knowledges snake
Fumbles at a party
Trembles not so fake
Weeping lust
into the night
White stains
On crumpled sheets

Videos instruct
With false expectation
The money shot
Exhausted limbs
Athletics lack
Romantic brevity
No nuance there
Subtle as a rape

Posers strut
Men of the world
Or so you’ve heard
The boasts of youth
A mere folly
How they plucked the blooms
Of maiden cheeks

Seeking cessation
Of their pains
All they lack
Falls short again
Cry for the hearts
That ever longing
Are never sated
By pale fantasy

Intimacy lost
Amongst futile searches
Internet chats
And revenge porn
Reduced to animals
Feasting on flesh
Who dares to speak
Philosophy of love?
A crushed tissue
for a rose
Can you tell me
How could that ever be enough?


Fixated on the others gaze
Drinking of the eyes
Sip from the lovers cup

The stage is set
Asleep within the vine
Slumbers where
The drunkards head may dream
The cherubs tears
Sprinkled on fertile ground

The vineyards fools
All talk of the new wine
Lost in their faith
With a reverent eye

To play the flute
Directed at ripe form
Venus reclined
Wonder at her nakedness

Fresh songs to sing
Poured from the flask
Drip from lips
With colour to the cheek

Homage to lust
To settle on the breast
Curvaceous form
By the grape is blessed

Titian fills the canvas true
Merriment of the bacchanal
Revery of arcadia
Venetian muse to paint
Blue violet flowers
Held dearest in the heart

Death bell

A cancer growth
Taking root in every cell
Hope to be removed
Before the death bells knell

Unwanted lump
All attempts defied
A knotted gut
The flesh is tied

A virus spore
Expelled in a cough
A breath of air
Death borne aloft

The end from which we hide
Thoughts of demise
Pale horse which to ride

A heart attack
Stabbing at the chest
Pain in closure
A fear we must confess

The viral spread
That fills our thoughts with dread
Like a cancer growth
Taking root in every cell
Wishing we survive
The death bell ringing out its knell

For your own good

How good was your childhood?
With what would you compare?
Only in reflection
The pain and despair

So they clothed and fed you
And filled cupboards with toys
You made a good cub scout
Just one of the boys

Must try harder
The school records said
A little distracted
How you nearly ended up dead

Always the absence
Every hour they worked
Not much love left
And plenty of hurt
At least they were honest
Told how you were unwanted

Kick the dog
When there’s no one else left
Take it out on your school mates
Just a little bereft

How good was your childhood?
A prisoner of the home
Adults half crazy
From the years of the war

Screwing you up
Cos they never dealt with their issues
Denial of feelings
Therapists pass the tissues

How good was your childhood?
With what could you compare ?
Fucked up and traumatised
Almost too much to bare
On your own, when you finally escaped
They didn’t care, that much’s understood
Dished out the punishment
Was it for your own good?

Killing eve

She never uses the same address
She’s got aliases to spare
To some she’s just a temptress
But you’d be best to beware
Another change of clothing
Disguised by her died hair

Deaths always in fashion
And she’s the price you pay
Murder is her passion
You see it’s just the role she plays

She doesn’t need a body double
Always fit for the next stunt
If she likes you you’re in trouble
For she’s always on the hunt
One touch, the grip of obsession
And you’ll be her puppet on a string

Gymnast or ballerina
Always keeps you on your toes
An assassin Anastasia
Leaves you in death throw

Some sins original
Why not give her Apple a bite?
She’s the mistress of romance
The queen of midnight
A killer tsarina
Be sure she does it in plain sight

Some live to fulfil lust
Some are petty criminals
Hire her if you must
But she’s a different kind of animal
Trust a psychopath
To know a kindred soul
Ask why she needs a handler?
Well rounded on the whole
She’s the kind of killer
That’s makes an exhibition of her role

The Charlatan

Like a face from the past
Could it be another you?
Set up situations
Seen at a hundred yards

Trying it on for size
To exploit the mark
Round and round they go
The adult play park

Spinning a line
A fattened calf
Awaiting the slaughter

Your mind already made up
You don’t even want the truth
Just another charlatan
Conjuring coins for the fountain

The untrained eye
Fed on hokum
Third rate psychobabble
Network with the family
Protecting the perps

Did you ever help anyone
With your two faced lies
In bed with the enemy
Your spirituality why
Taking back handers
How do you justify?


Does it mean there’s agency
Or any intentionality?
Faces in the clouds
Random noise on the TV

Or unintended
Readings of the stars
Astronomically vast
The mechanisms of the brain

Drawing letters in the sand
Or blown by winds of change
Shapes forming a mirage
Of an oasis in the dunes
Doors of perception

Reading in between the lines
Seeing things that are not there
Or manipulated to project
By symbolic logic
To trigger interpretations

The kaleidoscopic eye
Absorbed by overload
Images, new connections form
In a never ending swirl
Foundations false beliefs
To create there own rationale

Pattern recognition
Directed by an expert system
Things that interlink
And yet no directors agency
Beware advertisings motivations
When no one is there to pull the strings


Putting on the space suit
Leave the capsule if you dare
An alien looking on a familiar world
The helmets mask to wear

Reaching gloved hands
To span the space between
Distance ever mindful
That grows from you to me

Like a stranger in a stranger land
Out in the contamination suit
Anxious to wash the fingers
That touched the self service till
Beware the chance encounter
A carrier could come too close still

Winding in the umbilical chord
Returning to creature comforts
The pull of homeward bound
Entrance to the space craft
A frantic thought
That I might not be home clear

Back inside, a different drum
The rhythm that flows naturally begun
No government impositions
On the aesthetics of my nest
Where anxiety has passed
In the clean pure air
Back with the supplies
Foraged from the hunt

The mothership , finding comfort
The room to breathe now free
Quiet moments to create
The gems washed in by the tide
The spring water from the well
Quenching the parched thirst
Closing the boundaries door
Carrier bags with space rocks
From a different world I see

The well

Do you abhor solitude
Is loneliness all you feel?
Is there only stagnant water
Are your tears all too real?

Do you fear the future
Are you scared to be on your own?
Are you at a loose end
A wilderness to roam?

Reaching deep within
Breathing the fresh air
In the inspiration
Think of things for which to care

There’s a flow of gentle tides
What will be washed up by the surf?
Out in the deep
The waves of water burst

Shed the clothes you wore
When you walked in the dark
Lost in the gloom
Seeking a vital spark

Search for a wishing well
Despair, the price we pay
Where the coin we cast has fell
Spring waters clear and true
Drawing up the pale
To wash the tears away


False publicity
Misplaced quotes
Thought projections
Treasure hunt for imagery

Perhaps misheard
Maybe an over dub
Self referential
UK subs

They think we dance to their drum
Researchers seeking for originality
The way they write scripts
It could be automatons

How many conversations
Held by zoom?
A little edit
And you’ve got prime time

Talent crushed by pyramids
Built by the market media
Selling washing powder
For the faint of heart
Promoting rising stars
Publicists greased palms

I didn’t own a TV
When I owned my own house
Nothing ever on
Time to switch off

Mirrored illusions
To distract the restless mind
Watching the repeats
Grave yards of box sets
Craving entertainment
Why don’t you create your own


Fighting to be heard
The morass of the lost words
To make exclamation
Like torettes defying explanation

Find in observation
Scientific meditations
Chaos fractal mind
Sight restoring to the blind

Random to digress
Patterns to impress
The web of neural roots
Planted deep within the brain
Infinite reduction
In the deconstruction

Virtual reality
Presentation of a novelty
Stimulating response
Motivation of savants
Linguistics that disconnect
Thought ever left suspect

The library of not
Started books left long forgot
The authors snapped the pen
Never to write again

Seeking inspiration
In the state of the nation
The royal road to tread
Fantasy made real from the crowned head
How many to be heard
In their lowly words?


A bird in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
So don’t count your chickens
Till they’re hatched

We are the language
We are the words
It fills our thoughts
From the day we’re first taught

You can mirror a loved one
Heroes imitate
Whatever inspires you
Ever flowing through

A bird in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
Still never forget
The bird is the word

Forever describing
Trying to contain
With phrase what we see

A word is a construct
That we were once taught
But put them together
A fine sentence in thought
It’s you that proclaim them
With creativity sought
The bird is the word
And the early one a worm caught

Silent moments

In the silent moments
When the work is done
When those demanding your attention
Have ceased and peace begun
Know when I have such moments
My mind idle turns to thought of you

Sometimes days are simple
Sometimes they are too full
In the silent moments
Which are beautiful
Sometimes I catch myself thinking
In revery of you

I try to catch myself
Before it is too late
In a silent moment
When my heart can’t wait
Thinking of when we’ll speak
Across the distance that is fate

In the silent moments
Of a mind over full
When the ripples still
And there’s time to kill
I look upon the mirrors surface
For a face there, fair as yours

As the days grow longer
Fond memory of your eyes
Where tears are reflected
And with the words I weakly try
To frame the silent moments
With a verse to never die

In the silent moments
When all turmoils done
And the in trays empty
The days battles are all won
There I hope you’ll find me
These words I’ve given free
In the silent moments
The lyric thought of you begun

Cock tales

Fingering her cocktail
Cover story for a line
Glacé cherry to her lips
Curling of the tongue

Gently tapping her high heel
Crossed legs her mini rides
A glimpse of those lace hold ups
There’s not much she seeks to hide

She’ll court as leading lady
Cue line for a smile
Toying with her lip stick
Fire red bullets at the heart

As scarlet gloss is parting
She purrs just like a pussy cat
But don’t forget the next cocktail
With curved pose the way she’s sat

She’ll flirt with phantom strangers
Bat her eyelids for applause
Be sure to get the drinks in
Watch how satin gloves are poised
Crushed just like the ice
She’ll treat you as a lost cause

She’s the kind of lady
We all dream of in cocktails
But when she gets your money
She’s the top for all your tales
What's she hideing up her skirt?
She'll be the one to dish the dirt

You see she likes the switch
And makes heads start to roll
Beware the sting, for she’s the honey
And you’re the fool that buys her role


Personal services
Private investigations
All things being equal
You got nothing on me

Specialist street walkers
Foreshadowed lookalikes
Visit to the hairdressers
Put on a fine mask

Operatives training
Always in plain sight
Back in the spotlight
Long shadows still grow

Predicting next move
Queens pawn but which side?
Illusionary positions
Never a fair fight

The crystal ball
Still giving false readings
Jump cut composites
Mixed messages transitional

On a low budget
Directing to skype
Camera out of focus
Not living up to the hype

Evidence collects
Like the blood in the bowl
Just for the record
You got nothing on me
Extend isolation
How I long to be free


Damsels for ivory towers
Letting down their flowing hair
Be wary of the dragon
That hides behind one so fair

Flirtation with the flames
Spiral of the moth
Burning of the wings
As the wax tears drip off

Hiding behind a screen
Shadow puppet plays
Stretching with the dawn
Darkening the days

Hidden agendas
Hacking the social web
Lurking like the spider
Pull of heart strings ebbs

Sadness weeps from liars eyes
To drown unwary hearts
The actress like the whore
Each rehearsing for their part

Red roses like the blood
From the prick of finger
Garland like the gold
I guess a story as of old
The grip of tourniquet
Lancing the pain
The knights that rode before
Now lost to dreams of beer and skittles

Red shoes

Dancing in the street
Like red shoe ballerina
Moved by the triangle
That directs her sure of feet

One and one makes two
But ever torn by the three
Hearts that know the torment
Pulling her from you to me

Last tango in Paris
To bullets over broadway
Courting the lead
Cue lines for the tragic
Cruelty will not relent
Where the passions spent

Pirouette to applause
Shame of the muted swan
That sings a silent song
With steps that tempt with cause
Romancing suicide
Train carriage closing door

Dancing in the street
Torn heart of the red shoes
Understudy to every move
A skip the muse to greet

To fly on broken wings
The red shoes to repeat
With each pose to sing
Of dancing in the street
Knowing only of allure
The turning up of the heat

Loosening the slippers
In death to recline
Refrain from heart of fire
To strike a final chord
Requiem lovers leap
The angel with a sword


There’s two kinds of crazy
And then there’s the kind
Where the heart skips a beat
Just looking on their face

There’s two kinds of love
Ever seeking to control
And the kind where warm currents
Stir the waters in the breast

There’s two minds I’m in
Still wanting to lay rose petals
For them on a feather bed
The fragrance to crown their weary head

There’s that crazy once again
Not the batshit
But the kind that pours warm honey
To sweeten fevered lips
And lingers in a kiss

That’s what they always say
What I feel for them come what may
I’ll do batshit another day
Can you hear what I long to say?


A simplified life
Not so much baggage
Down sized a tad
Emotionally liberated

I keep the phone switched off
No one lives in my head
Rent free lodgers
No longer finding a bed

Cleaned out the closet
No memory regressed
Nothing to trigger
Letting go for a rest

Most days are peaceful
The occasional storm
Not much that I’d change
Room for a little reform

I could use someone to share it
But no ones come along
Not that tickles my fancy
Or boundaries wouldn’t wrong

Keeping it simple
Keeping it real
Self satisfaction
No demands,
no big deal
Not much to heal
A bed of roses
How else would it feel?

Kings Stone

From Arthur’s seat
The stone of kings
Swear by the sword
Regal seals to ring

From bejewelled crowns
Flags at the palace
Sacred oath
The grail bloods chalice

Heralds charged
To raise on high
The loyal duty
The lineage never dies

Round oak table
Seated knights
Battles old
Tales of sacred fight

To face down dragons
Wars and plague
To step beyond deaths fated door
Where coats of arms are made

History counted by the songs
The minstrels madrigals
Raise them on high
To answer the call
A royal line
Oaks forever rooted in the times


Fucked up, insecure
Neurotic and emotional
Reactors not actors
A role that’s vocational

Human doings
Not human beings
If they stoped to breathe
They might just leave

Waving not drowning
What’s left to believe?
You know I hate endings
There’s too much to grieve

Turn back the tide
The new is still coming
A little bumpy of rides
A new tune to be humming

Those who dislike change
Need their heads rearranged
And yet they still can’t let go
Of their favourite seat

Citizens wage
Could be coming of age
Try before you buy
We could be free of old lies

No slave to a master
No need to work faster
Those free to volunteer service
For the common good
Those who consume
And those who are bringing us food
The futures coming up roses
And everyone’s fine.

Quail eggs

Speckled quails eggs
Mottled browns
Cracking shell
Naked peel

Their oval flesh
Curved on the tongue
Smooth as skin
Taste so lite

Their golden yolks
Mouth sized bite
Hidden treasure
Within the whites

Gently boiled
A pinch of salt
Sprinkle of pepper
Ground black corns

Easter treats
Stained like berries
Cherry reds
Beetroot dyed

Rich yellow hearts
To delight
Little parcels
To open lips
Welcome promise
Of the springs gold light


Nothing felt quite like the day
When I heard that you were gone
Like loosing everything it seems
How had I been so wrong?

Memories come
Sometimes to haunt
Some to grace me with your smile
Remembering through the silent tears
The misspent wasted years

Nothing can compare to you
Steadfast till the last
And how the mourners all remind
Of that which now is past

I awaited the news
Life ebbs away
Was there really any point to pretence?
Lost in your sparking eyes
The meaning behind the why's

I long to look upon your face
To see once more your smile
As if sharing a private joke
Our secret all the while
You’d laugh to know just how I felt
The day you broke my heart

Nothing could compare to the day
I learned that you were gone
Like loosing everything it seems
The nights now have grown long
Questions left unanswered
Words to a final song


I get paid to sit on my arse all day
You may find employment meaningful
I assure you it has no sense of purpose
The illusions you hold so dear
You may find all too soon
That they all melt away

You might think I’d get bored
Or even a little depressed
You’re so wrong
Your vocations leave me unimpressed
The importance of being idle
Inspired by, not distressed

My needs are met
The occasional hiccup
I’ve feathered my nest
The things you expect would worry me
Don’t mean a thing
You’ve been misled

So I’ve a few debts
They’re paying off
I’ve got all the latest tech
There are those who think to scoff
The government keep me on a leash
But it keeps sliding off

I’ve been a very naughty boy
I may have had some disapproval
But there’s room to improve
The work is its own proof
I must have done something right
Because the futures looking bright

I don’t go chasing rainbows
I hardly listen to the crowd
I’ve already stretched all limits
Of what they said was allowed
This poem will make it my sixth book
And I really feel quite proud

You speak as if you’ve something
That I’ve not
All your platitudes
That I’ve forgot.
My delivery driver has more common sense
Than any doctor that I’ve met
And that is just one small fact
Of a life of many lessons.

Buy before you die

Buy before you die
The great plague
Final clearance sale
Don’t bewail
We’ve got budget coffin nails

Forget toilet paper
Undertaker vouchers are for sale
Ten percent off
If you’ve a little cough

Shop before you drop
Can you get it when you’re on the job?
It’s time to buy
Before you die
It’s the great plague
Final clearance sale

Crematorium urns
A profit we will earn
But don’t forget to put us in your will
Pandemics set to kill
What will you try before you die
You might find out that you’re bi

Is it too much to ask
That you wear a mask
And if you’ve a little cough
You’d best sod off
There’s nothing else on the tv
Why should you pay the license fee

Buy before you die
Oh yay
Oh yay
Bring out your dead
The great plague
Final clearance sale!


I like to eat meat
It really is a treat
Even if we’re on rations
A steak is never going out of fashion

There’s none left on the shelves
Everyone thinking of themselves
I’m a carnivorous animal
I might become a cannibal

With some gravy atop
I could murder a pork chop
Haven’t you heard?
I love a road kill bird
Sausage on my plate
That could become your fate

When I see women in the street
I keep looking at their feet
A nibble on the toes
How my hunger grows

I like to eat meat
Turning up the oven heat
There’s no need for vegetables
With fresh beef upon my table

There’s not much left to eat
I like your legs, I love your feet
I’m a hungry animal
So look out, here comes the cannibal
Do you feel a stirring of the loins?
You could be my sirloin


I need to keep my distance
The gifts of solitude
But I miss you just the same
An ever changing mood

The days pass so slowly
Between the times we meet
You know I’m not a lap dog
But you’d have me kneeling at your feet

Social distancing
Comes natural to some
I like my own company
But the long hauls just begun

Some fear isolation
I like my people in a short dose
But when I think of you
You’re the one I long for the most
The little acts of kindness
Human dignity

A solitary tree
Under bough to shade
Reflect in contemplation
Of each falling leaf
Thoughts lost in the branches
Where I lay beneath

How to fill the silence
Where ideas arise
Open like a flower
Inspiration wide of eye
The things you do not see
That reach to you from me
The gifts of solitude
Feed creativity
Lost in each moment
Of tranquility


They’ve got our confidence

Solid foundation

Unlike king Canute

Assurances, for one nation

There’s the scientist

Be sure he’s checked the figures

Tells us that there’s hope

Survival will be bigger

Then the doctor

He’s waiting on the medicine show

The boffins in the lab

Only have a little way to go

Address for the nation

Spread the joy around

This time come xmas

We’ll see a rising pound

Call me a cynic

I thought they love the spotlight

But it’s good for morale

The British people love a good fight

A vaccine in the sights

The folk in the white coats

They even say the banks

Won’t be slitting people’s throats

Back in the saddle

That’s where we long to be

So don’t despair a lock down

Or a quarantine

We’re stronger together

Shared burdens till the last

See you through thick and thin

The worse will soon be past


Quit worrying about death
You’re not the one that gets to count
The time out of your final breath
Life’s just as long
As anybody gets
So quit worrying about death

Existential crisis
When we face the curtain call
One thing for sure
It’s coming to us all
Life’s over as soon as we figure it out
Don’t waste time wondering what it’s all about

Life is often painful
Sometimes, oh so sweet
It’s that glimpse of heaven
That keeps us on our feet
Don’t worry
It’s over in a blink
Mortal thoughts
The ending always stinks

Be happy
There’s no time to waste
Show some finesse
Enjoy the finest tastes
No point in thinking much of fate
We’re finite
Don’t wake up to it too late

Quit worrying about death
It’s guaranteed
One day that’s what you’ll be left
No point in being prematurely the bereft
Life’s too short
So don’t waste time worrying
About the final breath
Laugh as the sands of time are running out
The jokes on us all
No one knows what it’s all about.

Sky fall

Chicken little
Has the sky fallen in?
Chicken little
Is it true you cannot win?

Dark clouds gather
Is it the end of the rain?
Brooding foreboding
With a virus on the brain.

The TV newsmen
Say we all are getting ill
Scientists all say
That we need a wonder pill

Chicken little
Has the sky fallen in?
Chicken little
Will you end up in the bin?

Supermarkets running low
No tissues nose to blow
Is it all going down the toilet
As the cracks begin to show?

Chicken little
Remember blue skies
Here’s the truth
We’re not all going to die

State TV could drive you round the bend
Killer virus when will it ever end?
Chicken little make the most of it
All clouds have silver linings
There’s always Netflix
Chill out a little bit.


I get a little nervous
From time to time
Just a bit anxious
About the way things are

It’s just a state of mind
A season of the heart
Some days aren’t so great
An ill wind from the start

Sometimes I can’t hear you
For all the words you say
Sometimes I misread you
Guess I’m just having a bad day

I get a little worried
Best that I don’t watch the news
The state of the nation
It’s not the way that I would choose

Dark clouds gather
The streets look empty now
I’d like to go for coffee
But things get in the way somehow

Who knows how long we live?
It’s a bittersweet gift
Make the most of it
Because it’s the only life we get

Sometimes I get a little nervous
About the way things are
Trying to reach you
But those times are looking far
The turns of fate
May seem a bit unkind
Just a little worried
About this state of mind

All that jazz

Don’t ever want to let you go
Blue notes over broadway
Lost in the melody
Of tears rising in the eyes

52nd street
Jazz clubs playing bebop
Someday my prince will come
Soundtrack when doves cry

Lady sings the blues
Strange fruit
Elevate to the gallows
Don’t mean a thing
If it ain’t got that swing

Kind of blue,
Like the dawn longing to awake
A love supreme
From the dream of you
Into those open arms

Never wanting to let go
Like hearts synchronised in beat
Dancing as one in step
Just a shoeshine boy to you
Knelt lowly at your feet

In a silent way
Spirit flies high on thoughts of you
Breathe within the silence
A flutter in the chest
Butterflies never come to rest

Never wanting to let go
That’s what I feel for you
Sketches of Spain
The thrusting matador
Floating with the cape

Never want to let you go
Fighting to reach through
Rising with the horn
Crying in its fashion
He loved him madly
There’s not much more that I can say
But all that jazz.


Virus death cult
Loved ones are going to die
Not too convinced
That they’re still not telling us lies

The doctors are certain
It could be four fifths
When will you contract it
Does it matter one bit?

Did someone engineer
A cause for our fears
So many tears
Shortening years?

How do you stem the flood
Turn back the tide
The way that it’s looking
A bumpy of rides

Submit to our fate
Rebel against what?
A year of unknowing
All the doubts they are sowing
Resign to 'gods will'
Thinking that kills

Existential anxiety growing
The cracked system is showing
One percent quite a figure
Who knows if it’s bigger?
Black Death, who's on rations?
The Plague back in fashion


They want people to pretend
From beginning to end
To give others false hope
Say the systems help cope

They only befriend
Those who say that it mends
The broken of heart
Misplaced joys from the start

They say you should fake it
That this way you’ll make it
Hollow platitudes
And wasted gratitudes

Something for nothing
Just pick up an oar
You may find your self stuck
In a revolving door

They make out only happy thoughts
Are to be taught
Positive thinking
You’d be better off drinking

A man with a plan
And it’s not the next one
Don’t give false hope
You see I can still cope
Don’t need their crutch
I don’t think of it much
Their lifeboat is sinking
And their thoughts are still stinking


I want the dream
Not the reality
Where things seem
Free of fatality

I want a cure
Not a dirty plaster
Crawling from the wreckage
Of the latest disaster

Can I get some peace?
It’s not all I sought
Don’t follow your drift
Is it just a line I bought ?

I don’t ask much
Just someone to hear
A way to muddle
Through these fade-away years

I don’t need a crutch
Nor an epiphany
It’s just the way it is
What can’t you see?

Nothing living up
To my expectations
Toast my health
Wealth of the nation

The days grow long
Where I feel content
Don’t believe the songs
Never whole again
The heart can’t heal
When scar tissues real

I play their roles
Fragmented mind
But it isn’t me
That’s oh so blind
Don't believe no lies
Or at least i try

I want the dream
Where the past had it’s say
And all the ghosts
Come to lay
It’s not what I’ve got
That’s not reality
But at least some days
I get to breathe


Silent moments
A time to breathe
Listening for what comes up
To express myself

I’ve tired of talking
About the past
Or of fleeting success
That didn’t last

Not sure that anybody
Could be enough
With sensitivity
To all that stuff

Still words flow
Where will they go?
In self doubt
I just don’t know

The space within
The silenced thoughts
The steady hand
Calmness taught

Discipline of mind
Just like a game
I worry now
If things return the same

Will it ever go
Can I just stay here
And relax in a place
Beyond the tears?


The footlights fade
The dance I made
The floodlit arc
Loosing its spark

The curtain call
To take a bow
Nothing seems so meaningless
As it feels now

The moths burned wings
The mute that sings
The blush of cheek
Embarrassed at all I seek

The credits roll
Sound of violins
A game it seems
Where no one wins

The tables cleared
Dishwashers filled
Give my glass a rinse
You’re double billed

Misread signs
The fault not all mine
I give a wave
My face to save
To hide a tear
Listen to old fears
The taxi driver
Tells me that’s just the way it goes
He knows a short route to get me home
I switch off an ever silent phone


Do I need a shield
To protect from the arrows of my doubt
That spear of ill fate
The thrust of which I await?

Shelter from the rain
Sanctuary from the storm
Dark clouds that gather
Shadowing the heart forlorn

Like a butterfly
Caught in a web
Trembling wings
Ensnared in the strings

The net that made no catch
The thought that the fish would match
The effort to reel back in
From the waves on which it was cast

Do I shield my heart in silence
Weave phrases that bemoan
Or return to the field
New pastures which to roam?

The folly hypnotised
Seeing those empty eyes
In which I realise
That the hope was all but lies
Of course I shield my heart
For the wound is sure to smart
Always far from reach
Is that the lesson you came to teach?


Did you think I’d volunteer
To be a sheep within the flock
That for all the corruption
And the foul jeers
I’d want to go to work
For your mad blind god?
They put me through their systems
Ground down by their wheels
Would I serve the ship of fools
Be blind to all their lies
Do you believe I could make a difference
Because I don’t have faith in you
Is it a cross that I should bare
A negative to share?
This is the kind of thinking
That makes a kind of hell
Turning the other cheek
To take another slap
Conformity to false hopes
Service with a smile
I couldn’t stand to be so two faced
In your shoes I don’t want to walk another mile
Do you think I am so blind
That I am even of your kind?
This is what I call torture
And you were there
To comment with cold stares.

Rich kids

Rich kids on coke
Other people’s dreams
Going up in smoke
Didn’t think it disrespect
When I had a little joke
But your self esteem
Always gets fed by your dope

Didn’t like your attitude
You seem to think I should be full of gratitude
Stripped me down half my life
Seemed to think I was your clown
Didn’t worry about my rights
All good things come in their time
Be sure that I’m trying to get mine

You seem to try to contradict what I stand for
You speak as if you know the score
I never truly got to relax
With the knives at my back
Even safety nets are removed
When I try to make the first move
There’s not really much hope
As my dreams go up in your smoke

Rich kids on coke
Can’t you see I can’t afford the first toke
The systems set up to react
It ain’t fair that’s a fact
I don’t share your values
Don’t want to live by your rules
You think the poor are all fools
Kissing up to your so fatal of cool

It was the same back in school
Didn’t offer me much room
The only work wearing me out
Your integrity I doubt
My sights down to earth
I already have self worth
Your self importance you buy
You look like youre living their lies
You never gave a hand up
We don’t drink from the same cup

Nobody else

Nobody else has that feel
Head to reel
Lips are sealed
But oh, those heels

No one else makes my heart skip
World moves to her hips
Where ambrosia drips
Words from moist lips

Nobody else has the key
Plays my melody
What can’t you see
The rush of ecstasy

No one else takes my breath away
Come what may
No matter what they say
For all that’s in the way

Nobody else makes spirits soar
My heart an open door
Seeking another encore
Fingers play for sure

There’s no one else
Her skin so smooth
A living proof
I may seem uncouth
Or act aloof
But there’s nobody else
And that’s the truth

Wild orchid

Wild orchid
Labellum moistened lips
Pure white
Like the mountain snow

Opening flower
Obsession to be gripped
Swollen vulva
To the stamen stripped

Tuber curved
To the naked bulb
Exposed rhizome
Rooted to support

Leaves reaching
With a longing thirst
Petals wanton
Passion in a burst

Pollens scent
Rostellum driving deep
Fertile ovum
Flowers lips
Moist tongues
With a warmth to drip
Flesh stretching like a glove
Within the grip of love

The way it is

Victims make easy suspects
It’s just the way it is
Victims just seek attention
Is that the way it is?
Victims need to forgive
That’s just the way it is
Victims to role reversal
Is that the way it is?
Victims must be silenced
It’s just the way it is
Victims love abuse
Is that the way it is?
Victims to psychiatry
It’s just the way it is
Victims must be liars
Is that the way it is?
Victims are delusional
It’s just the way it is
Victims must just have some grudge
Is that the way it is?
Victims should just shut their mouths
That’s just the way it is
Victims seek publicity
Is that the way it is?
Victims must be on drugs
It’s just the way it is
Victims are a burden
They’re just digging for some gold
Victims easy gossip
Give them a dose of their own medicine
It’s just the way it is
Victims are abusers
That's just what they will say
Police say they are listening
Is that the way it is?
Looks like retrauma
It’s just the way it is
All these lies and more
The system really stinks
They did it to me too
That’s just the way it is


Do I need to tell you
You didn’t save me
Things are really much the same
I don’t know what you mean
By it working
Not a lot has changed

So I flirt a little less
With the unavailable
I’ve feathered my nest
Which is a bit of a high score
I can shop just where I like
But it never looks enough
Finding after all
You can never have enough stuff

I’m sure you’d break my heart
If all things were in spotlight
I’m still full of mistrust
And there’s plenty can be blamed
I’m not really that ashamed
And learned from a loosing game
Successes counted on one hand
They only triumph who can

The deck was stacked against me
Dealt a deadman’s hand
Didn’t make too many friends
Through an honest life
I was always loyal
But they’d make of me a doormat
Not too much intimacy
From showing all my cards

True story, false audiences
No one on which to lean
It’s only obstinacy
That kept me in the clean
No miracles to speak of
No where else to turn
It keeps me coming back for more
But we remain stuck within our roles.

Revelation (me I'm just a lawnmower.)

Intelligent simians on the TV
Wall to wall ape shit news
They’ve learned sign language
Seems to me they’re flipping us the bird

Talking heads, spitting image
Monkeys puppets, where’d they put their fists?
Scripted lies, god save the rich
They all think we’d make their bitch

It’s a magic roundabout
Repeating the themes
Feeding our search data
To conduct variables in their machine
The schedules keep adapting
Regurgitated repeats

I watched tranny Hypnos
Hoped no one could tell
Now my news app is loaded
With lady boys to breed
Versace adverts pushed to top
Gay rights across my feed

Gorilla avatars can improvise
Expert systems that lip sync
Cyborg simians on BritBox
I can’t even see the join
Jump cut edits
Magic lanterns camera obscure

Battle of the apes
The rating wars go on and on
Turn it on again
Cos Jesus he knows me and he knows my name
From genesis to revelation
A directors keeping score


Anti capitalist Islamist eco terrorists
Develop pandemic killer virus.
Alternatively the fact I might get a cough in the spring
May fail to make headlines...
Wash your hands to happy birthday, twice!
The government have a handle on things.

Isolation pods to seal our fates
Police can’t maintain order
The anarchist extremists
Have poked fun at the national anthem
We want them all in
To rot away in cells
They’re all such naughty boys

The media sells it
Politicians design the constructs
Paths for outsiders to walk
To keep the sheep within their pens
Did you enjoy the long weekend!
What if no one went to work?
Down on your knees to bloody serve.

Another screwball brexit
To take over your TV
As if a dose of the flu
Is herald of the second coming
Food in short supply
We all are going to die
Fingers crossed it’s not a population cull
Flood alert!
It's London Bridge.
We sure could use some volunteers
Cobra brings the army in
It’s enough to make me sick!


You expect I will bow down
As if I’d kiss up to your kind
Surrendering arms
Compliant to your roles

You think you can predict me
With assured certainty
Pulling at my strings
Working on the blind

You’ve monitored for years
Can you tell me what you’ve learned?
You don’t seem to know a thing
Your assumptions all look wrong

Your bitter attempted controls
Your claims to save our souls
The rigidity of your shackles
Silenced screams through the night

You inject your poison deep
It shortens my life
And makes of all my days
An oppression of my light

You think that I submit
That rebellion will burn out
I’m showing you a raised fist
From deep within my heart


The bloodied fist for freedom
The sharpened steel of knives
Thrust toward your back
For the cells cold bars

Hatred ever burns
Lurking in the embers
Waiting to be stoked
To light with rage once more

A body all aflame
Straining to be free
You think the past betrayal
Lays buried like the dead

The dream of final battle
To die upon the field
No forgiven sheep to mock
Limbs that do not yield

You think you could reach me
With your prattle about love
To fade away with peace
And forsake right to bear arms

So we end as we begun
More fear and no respect
And how I wished I’d vanquished you
And your liars toxic forked tongue
You see I had the chance and lost it
Still the hatred lives on all the same
I wept real tears inside
That reflected on the blood

Pearly gates

Sell me an idea is all
Of an immortal soul
Doesn’t mean nothing at all
All we’re left with is to fill a hole

You may think I’ve got no heart
Because I don’t believe your lies
At the end we all depart
All things that live will die

Do you think this a source of despair
That the universe doesn’t really care
I try to savour each moments breath
Knowing all too soon comes death

There’s no bright tomorrow
No heaven, certainly no hell
It’s all about the now
No matter what religion sells

False promises of the priests
Of a kingdom yet to come
Find your rewards in this life
For their hope brings only strife

So we are here in space and time
A place in eternity
But of the pearly gates
Nothing really awaits
We may live on in others memory
Three generations, then we’re gone


Like cotton candy pillows
That rest in open skies
Reminded by the blue
Of how my weary head
Still misses being
Near to you

I stay awake to hold the memory
Of just looking on your face
Trace your cheeks with my eyes
Heart beat strong in rhythmic sync
Still missing
Being close to you

I fall asleep to dream of you
Nestled by your side
And how when we sometimes talk
This truth I try to hide
Still missing
For all I still see you

I awake to absence
A hollow sinking in my chest
Knowing you are far from me
That I may never hold you close
Still missing
In everything I feel for you

You say it’s only words
A story I make up
But my fingers reach for you
At my waking up
The language of the heart
Falling short somehow
Missing you
And all else I wish to say


Like the catwalk
Time to display your wears
Strutting your stuff
Ignoring casual stares

In philosophy
Nihilism in despair
Reflecting on austerity
Control and rigidity
But for prosperity
How we care

Positives from negatives
Where the pressmen flash
Camera lenses stretching
To try to frame the form
After a kind of fashion
Exposures exhibitionists

Choosing popular ideas
Adorning the mind
Sparkling thoughts
Not flotsams ship wrecked sands
The first thing in your head

The body politic
Dressing up
Or dressings down
Words of wisdom
Clear policy
The double knotted tie

A word that’s out of sorts
Projecting a self image
Power dressing
The things we’ve bought
Some things are never out of fashion
Like the passions that we court


What price comfort ?
Comfort me from the winter storms
The anxious scream caught to the winds
Lonely nights of uncertainty

You count the cost
As if internment camps
Would serve society better
The guards jack boots

Comfort me through the tears
The torrents rainy days
The dark clouds brooding
Stretching through a disturbed night

You say I am against god
As if that lends you authority
Your prayers of bitterness
For no one is there nor ever will reply

Comfort me on my course
The billowing sails
The wave lashed bow
Of my bark upon the sea

Priceless comfort
The liberal blessings
For wounds that none can see
And none might heal
Comfort me with grace
The traumas years to hide
Comfort like a bandage
Or the scarf to keep me warm


Life’s a funny business
Meaning’s just a joke
Doesn’t matter what you’re doing
The things you thought or those you spoke

Absurd as it may seem
Victims to the wheel of fate
The constant wind of change
The outrages of chance

There are those who stand against you
Those who always judge
They that seek control
Their happy road to trudge
Those that buy the constructs
That others want to sell

When you’ve lost it all
Or stare at a cold cell wall
You may come to realise
You weren’t the author of your fall

There’s a fault to every structure
The systems wheels grind to a halt
Things may not be as you’d wish them
But that’s really not your fault

Senseless as it seems
We can sit back and have a laugh
Enjoy it for the show
Squeaky clean but still could use a bath.


Like virgin olive oil
Like infants tears
like new love
No taint of experience

As the fresh fallen snow
in an essentials scent
New mothers hopes
As spring water clear

Doesn’t last too long
Fading like denim jeans
Empty promises of politicians
Adulterated like street drugs
All the worse for wear


Plenty people
Wanting to be something
Something they’re not
Something they have not got

Plenty of people with their envy
Jealous guarded
What others got
Plenty blind to reason
Emotional upheaval
They want forgot

Plenty of people
They got nothing
But a potential to fulfil
Sold on dreams of tomorrow
Goals that others
Distract from

Plenty of people
Going nowhere
Life always stuck on hold
Those all too willing
To make a gamble
Loosing what little
They’ve not got

Plenty of people
Seeking answers
Questions they can hardly word
Taking a trip
On the rollercoaster ride
Sold on spirit
Guess they’re blind

Plenty of people
Got experience
Not wanting to be conned
Seen it all before
No longer willing to take risks

Plenty of people
They got something
What happens if they loose
Their pile of bricks?
Plenty of people
Left unfulfilled
Ain’t it funny the way life goes?


How best achieve contentment?
Material gain, environment
Or in relation
The fragile petals raised?

Some think it’s in the spirit
Or in the purposefulness of our work
There are those that call it fleeting
Like patterns in melting snow

Some look for it through children
Yet somehow never have enough to give
There’s those who seek through service
Only to find themselves enslaved

Can you know it through your loves
Or frame it opposite to suffering
Is it a life well lived
Or do you find it in self restraint?

Peace of mind’s contentment
Emotion satisfied
Cessation of the striving
That ever looks to tomorrow
To find self fulfilment
A victim to desire

Know it in the present
Not in the future tense
You see you can find yourself contented
Right in the here and now
It’s a state of mind
Being unto yourself most kind

The rub

Shiatsu warm
Gently massaging
The knots undone
Undulating at the flesh

Pressure in the pit
Of a straight back
That holds stress in
Dull to the ache

Heated circles
The movement driving deeper
Muscles unwinding
With concentric rhythm

A soft touch
Yet insistent
Coiled springs
Come to unwind

The mind always leaping
To the next task
A Struggle to relax
And stay within the moment

Heat slowly penetrates
Motion enters rigid form
Till loosing all distress
I come to peaceful rest
The rub,
Gently comforting .


The memory abides
Like the light of dawn
That gently breaches
The nighttime curtained veil

Holding dear
No chance to fade
A lasting impression
That you made

Warm scarves
Like woollen nests
To cup the cheek
Smooth skin which you are ever graced

Recollection like a photo
The gold by which you’re framed
Your value held so clearly
Of which I cannot name

Abide with me
Beyond the winters gale
The tear wept grey clouds
The parting
Yet a smile that lingers
Softly, like the memory of your face


Skin cells falling as dead dust
From the living body
A caterpillar munching on a leaf
Shedding form after dinner

The infant topographic crawls
The pupa from the silk
Chrysalis empty shell
From which the adults emerge

Seeds break free of the nut
Hard shell protects the centre
Potential of becoming
Growing towards life

All reaching for the sun
From this fertile earth
The living planet
Life it’s treasured worth

Returning to the source
The ground fed by decay
Fertiliser of tomorrow
What makes us up today


Causing others hardship
Does it really motivate change?
Cruel to be kind
Does it just create more pain?

People want to interfere
So they call it an intervention
If they were a bit nicer
That would be it’s own prevention

Social constructs
Our condition to others
We’re not all enemies
But nor are we brothers

There’s a theory goes round
That love should be tough
Some folks like to abuse
The results all look rough
Criminals for life
Fun loving, who’s right?

It’s an ideology
That portrays others as evil
A product of sin
War on drugs
Puts the victims in the bin

Force fed theology
It doesn’t stand up to facts
The Portuguese pay employers
To give junkies a chance
They legalised everything
And addiction has halved


Heat death of the universe
An eternity at the end of time
Black dwarfs dense matter
Everything to decay

The conditions for life
An instant in that time
A fraction of moments
Those things yet to come

To see into the future
Predictions through laws
All of the wonders
That come to be birthed

A point of light
That will come to die
A speck adrift
In infinite space

Temporary order
As we breath in
A desire to explore
Reflect on our place

The stars may flicker out
Time come to an unchanging end
But right here and now
It’s aware with our selves
Although all will burn out
Our moments are now

Detach ?

Marching as to war
Do you think disconnection
Is a way to manipulate
Others to comply?

The art of persuasion
A hammer to break a nut
Keeping at arms length
Do barriers dissolve?

Used to isolate
Do you find in prison cells
No one wants to be mates?

Fulfilling through attachment
Feathering of nests
Can you find belonging
In empty floor space?

Tough love
And detachment
Like a 100 years war
Nothings changed,
did we not know the score?

If life is better
You don’t need it numbed
When you’ve got choices
There’s no one gets bummed

If you could just get us
All to dance to your tune
You think that we’d change
To the rod at our backs

This is the thing
That you might of missed
Give us some love
Not the raised fist
It’s an old chestnut
How we long to connect
What they call recovery
Is a life spent shame faced
With better lifestyle
See the problem dissolves
No longer as slaves
See how freedom evolves


The eternal queen
To live beyond death
CGI puppets
No final breath

Official engagement
A proxy role
Bring on the new blood
Knights of the grail

Do you sense ripples
A change of state?
If this were a chess board
We’ve gone beyond check mate

Painting the roses red
The cards to the deck
Humble servants
The game reset

A golden throne
And a weighty crown
Trying to hold onto
The ones that bow down

Alternate reality
Fed on your TV
At the coronation
Proclaimed an eternal queen


Looking for breakthrough
Back to the grind
More expiration
Than divinely inspired

Fighting with demons
Calling to the light
A troubled mind
Truth out of sight

A boundaries circle
A sword to inscribe
Spirits that whisper
Into the night

Forming a whole
Sum of all parts
Cosmological roles
A place in eternity
Yet life ever finite

Into the multiverse
Infinite iterations
A mirror reflecting
On the face of a mirror

One little change
In an alternate dimension
Illusions are broken
The fantasy cracked
Somewhere to live
Free of all bounds


Child of entropy
Denial of death
What little significance
Come final breath?

All things are destroyed
Looking into the future
Stars super nova
Particles collapse

Is eternal recurrence
Our only hope
Frozen window in time
The dance of this life?

Choosing new patterns
To a strange loop
Replicating beliefs
Ever in step

Throw me a ball
No need for Newtonian physics
Survival hardwired
Like the impulse to catch

Consciousness explained
Product of the cosmos
New horizons
Deconstructing the whole
Raised up from apes
Evolution refining by chance
Can we be so unimportant
When on the universe we reflect?


Cochlear implants
But you’re not deaf
Is it voices you hear
Are they just in your head?

Do they interrogate you
Force you to answer aloud
Could it just be
You’re with the IT crowd?

Do you have to ignore
The first thought in your head?
A little bird tells me
Human rights are dead

Invading your smart home
With a basic AI
Microphones in your rooms
Who’d believe they back door?

Dumbing down your mind
Are you really so blind
Is the language you’re hearing
Below your intelligence?
Radio gaga , tinnitus retuned
Wired up babies to impress

Psychological conditioning
Try to behave, it won’t last
Can you remember from childhood
Commanding voice like a god?
Psychic youth in tune
Do you follow the drift?
Once you submit
They’ll turn it down to subliminal
To tempt and compel
Turned up would be hell
Relax I’m just kidding
It must be all in the mind.


Put the rubbish out
As you close the door
I heard some rumours
Did they know the score?

They’ll be talking to themselves
As they seal the box
No requiem of worth
Just holey socks

Filling a hole
Where the rain crept in
False witnessing
Not their only sin

Did I overhear
That they told others lies
Claimed I was two people
A plot to disguise?

They were full of crap
Did a deal with that prat
When they fill that hole
Respects not what I give arseholes

They spoke to me once
Guess I'm glad theyre dead
However you look at it
Just another shithead

So I guess the neighbours
Wonder what I think?
Just put out the rubbish
As you close the door.


A place in the universe
The infants heart felt
Greeting breath in cry
Being and time
As sure as sunshine
Paces across the sky
From the mountain peaks
Starring at the stars
Fiery orbs that seem to dance
As if geocentric to us
Ships that plot their course
Everything revolves
Are we the centre of this universe,
Do you think it’s all about you,
Solipsism, all we can know?
Subjective in perspective
A single point, but not the whole
Venice’s craftsmen blowing glass
Mirror and the lens
Destined for astronomers
Light shed by telescopes
The moon and the planets
Why do they seem to change?
Silhouette crossing the sun
Sunspot flares mark the time
The earth is not flat
The planets suite
Celestial harmony
A globe that orbits ever solar.
Looking distantly beyond
One star in the firmament
Parallax shift of neighbours
Span of the sky
Going ever deeper
Brightness and it’s period
Measured rate of change
We are close to the edge
Of the milky ways arms
Orion in a spirals arc
One galaxy amongst the many
Do you still think the centre is you!

La dolce vita

Did I lay my velvet cloak
Across the puddle at your feet?
Ever my fairy queen.

Do you grow tired of St Peters
The sweet life of Rome ?
Dancing across the floor
The Brandy to my name

Did you fear that Jupiter would come
To carry Europa off?
Ulysses ever cunning
Epic lines
Sailing toward your heart

Horses heads
Sweet rock n roll
Love me tender in your style
Blue suede creepers through the night

There’s three things that I like
The most about life
Paparazzo at your heels
To photograph your form

I’ll never find another woman like you
A kitten in your hair
And a fountains tears of joy
Trevi , fixated on your lips
I look upon the actress
But my heart sees only you.

There’s one thing to which I submit
The director mark for the lens
You know what I keep wanting more of
Love, love and love.


He’s been boasting about her down the pub
Now his mates all say she must be a little slag
Says he thinks about her when he has a little rub
The rest of them all think she must be an easy shag

Does she know what they think
When she picks up her handbag?
How they treat a woman really stinks
They think she’s worth no more than a pack of fags

Whilst they’re getting pissed
She’s the focus of their jokes
How they had that first kiss
And she’s a ruddy good poke

If this is how you treat a lady
I suggest you think again
You don’t deserve to call her baby
Your dicks got control of your brain

Loves not all chocolate and roses
But There’s a thing we call respect
If you look down your noses
She’ll be left with sore regret

When you’re down the pup you might want to shut your gob
I know a lady when I see one
Don’t go telling your mates that you’ve been on the job

It’s ok to think she’s got a cute bum
But if she bends right over
Try to keep her curves to your self
After all gallantry isn’t dead
And How you treat a lady
Says a lot about your self.


Fear is not love
Submission no freedom
Servile to the last
The servant in the shadow
Ever of the master

Shame is not hope
Bowed heads claimed unworthy
Lowered eyes of the many
What would compare
To raised hearts of the few?

Compliance is not faith
Burdens are not liberation
Pain is not care
Resentment not compassion
Another rod for our back

Suffering all too real
Blistered feet
Swollen hands
Shoplifting the next meal
That is what I know as lack

Neediness is not attachment
Alienation not belonging
Hate is not grace
Hunger not just longing
Control is not liberty
This is not what I respect
For fear is not love


We suffer them in silence
We dare not raise a voice
Kleptocracy of the few
Bleeding hearts of the masses

They never lived like common folk
Never knew the pain of lack
Left out in the cold
Concrete for our backs

They never clutched at iron bars
Or paced around a cell
And they expect us to kiss up
And venerate the ground they tread

The suffering of the silenced
Resentment of the masses
Dependant on their graft
Wage packet looking tragic

They say the slaves are free
Human rights grants liberty
But Prometheus is bound
To the rock forever chained

We suffer them in silence
And they think that we’re the fooled
We dare not raise a voice
For the bondage of their rule
Gaged by fear of them
Hearts that never rise


Bird of paradise
Burning like a flame
Rises on the wing

Tail feathers
A peacocks many eyes
Drawing in their mate

Like a Phoenix
Restored from the ash
Riding thermals
Towards battle Royale

Snakes and dragons
Serpents that there writhe
Entwined in conflict
The spirits many sides

To rise victorious
Soaring on high
Bird of paradise
Through the clouded mind

Many colours
To the feathered form
Wings spread
Like petals of lotus
A bright heart
Reaching for new skies


Every rose
A little prick
That’s what we tell the girls
And for their part
They say they know one
When they see one

Spiked branches
The thorny stem
Like the hawthorn
Protecting nests
There deep in the heart
The potentials egg

Shaded by the tree
The slowly watered seed
Raising up its head
Spreading arms of leaf
The buds of the new spring
The flowering of the bush

A crown of blood to some
The blooming just begun
Opening to the sun
Red roses hopes to come
But don’t mistake the thorn
Protective with its prick
To garland with the joy
First know the pain of flesh


Rote learning
No need to digest
Burned into memory
Dogmatic to indoctrinate

The creeds recital
Wafer and the wine
One body
Is this really so sublime?

One father
Ever watchful for a sin
Over shoulder ever looking

Old world order
No freedom, only shame
Eyes lowered
The priesthood’s esteem to gain

Wheat from chaff
A dictators good and bad
Bended knee to submit
To ethics that are sad

Ritual to reinforce
Holidays to mark the importance of the myths
Dionysus calling with the grape
Raised crosses surely just the same

What good does it really serve?
Secular charity could do as good a job
State religion shackles with its laws
Old world orders toxic blessings to abhor


Sweet release from longing
Freedom by your side
Brushing gently with the fingers
Around your cheek to glide
Toying with your ear lobes
Cupping your smooth face
Tracing fragile touch

Reaching for the union
To see my haemonculus
Reflected in the pupil of your eye
Drawing near
Letting go of fear
To hold you close
And drink your lips

Or potential
To garland neck with flowers
Circle at your chest
Fragrant jewels
The floral buds
Open like the need

Passions burning bright
Through the welcomed night
Listening to your days
Slowly to unwind
Spooning from behind
Warmth raised like the hope
Stirred for that release

I sit and reflect on your words
Ever wanting more
Vulnerable to rejection
Still risking to be bold
Knowing roles would swap
Held like an infant
Spent within your arms
I think of you
And withdraw my spikes
Welcome end of thirst
Like the deserts rose

The lock

The satyr where the sylphs make play
Garland flowers proclaim glad day
But woe betide the hungry heart
To steal to hades for a start
Priapic spear thrust in the dark
To rob from marriage loves eternal spark
The night of pan to bacchanal
With drunken grip that is most foul
To stroke the strings,pull of the hair
Highlighted sin against the fair
That pope may judge more of the crime
Rape of the lock in mocking rhyme

Paean of battle between the sheets
The husbands right forever meets
With feint submission from the ring
The lovers gold of which to sing
Raised up upon the pedestal
The thrusts penetrating thought is all
And yet to the fall
Of they that seek to answer the call
In romances fabled longings
What passion brings
To suitor, the magpie
Feathered nest decry

To dance in step but for awhile
Gentleman’s excuse me in this style
Savour the scent upon her neck
Perhaps to offer one little peck
But woe betide to steal the prize
Knight of old into hell to ride
The beautiful maiden to be seized
Fruits of lust on which to feed
A jealous husband knowing only greed
Drunk on ambrosias floral mead
Pierced the heart of the thief in the night
Who thought at their window only a pale loves light

The whale

Where whales circumnavigate
Seven sea drifters
Deep blue divers
Coming up to blow hole

Singing their songs
Reaching out to their brothers
Like satellites circling
This wide wild world

The dolphins in pods
Chasing the waves
Surfers of oceans
With a flick of the tail

Don’t hunt the whale
So long she has lived
Wisdom of the deep
Their dreams safely keep

The life of this planet
Pollution could kill
Extinguish last hope

The long shadow
Of man eclipsing the earth
Just don’t kill the whale
In extinction more pain
We suffer too
When other species are hurt
So don’t hunt the whale
In this do not fail


The figure of speech
The sculptor drawn to the lips
Carving a kiss
The parting of teeth
Their ivory white
Chiseled muscle to smile

Turning the back
On the harlots shamed face
No blushing violets
Ever selling their fruits
Peaches curved breast
Buttocks smooth line

No base creature
To the adoration
To raise the pedestal form
Perfection frozen in time
Cheeks ever firm
Beauty sublime

Venus to bless
The artists eye
Falling in love
With his own creation
Statue animated

Like narcissus
Turned to a flower
The sculpted form
Breathed into life
So perfect a wife

Married to his art
As the kiss of Rodin
To figure out
What creations about
The power of desire
Shock of the nude
Making love to the muse
With artistic eye
The hope never dies


Power creates the choice
How many hands without running water
So many thirsty mouths
Seeking clean refreshment?

The poor in shantytown
Slums of the big city
Ever between migration
Evictions force their fate

Power provides a choice
Community associations
Joined in common goal
That poverty knows rights

Where life is ever struggling
New shoots forcing a way
Through the concrete slabs

Have you ever dreamed
Just for sanitation
A toilet you can share?
This is the true lives of forgotten millions

Power creates choice
United in the struggle
Hands joined together
The poor
And that’s their only crime
People making their own plans
For a better future
Rising to be free.


Do you believe in the joker?
Psychotics homicidal all
Mental health just a way
Of violence control

Arkham asylum
Bedlam for the damned
Do you think stereotypes
Have any validity, ‘the mad’?

Do the rich all live in fear
Paranoid delusions?
Socialist criticism
War declared by the bad?

A quiet revolution
Challenging misrepresentation
Prejudice of the ‘sane’
Attacking different people, it’s sad

I nearly threw up
At the bigoted fantasy
Failures and clowns
Run amok in the street

Narratives like that
Put the debate back 60 years
Those ‘dangerous’ ‘crazies’
Psychopathic for sure

I just get a welfare cheque
Someone with which to talk
I’m not killing anyone
It’s a lie others bought

If you talk to me
You’d find I’m quite normal
Sensitive to feelings
And reality
No need for straight jacket
Or padded cell
Hollywierd exploits the illusions
There’s no risk at all

The brain

The brain
As complex as a galaxy
As many neurones
As stars in it’s skies
Ready from birth
To learn all we can teach
Navigate a space station
Or flint nap tools from a stone
The most complex structure
That anyone’s seen
Our age written ever in our eyes
Absorbing all that we see
But the age of the father
Is writ in the ears
The teller of stories
All that we hear
Our history
Quest for fire
Shadow play on the stone walls
The thrill of the hunt
Maker of spears
Civilisation rising from the sand
Echo of the past cemented by time
Monuments built by human minds
Structured by the will
Stepping out from the cave
Irrigation, the flow of our dreams
Feeding the crops ready for harvest
Agriculture setting us free
The gift of language
United in thought
Written word
Mathematics is born
To measure the skies
And plot our next course
The brain in your skull
Be sure to use it with cause
The universe is conscious
And we are its vessel
All of knowledge
All technology
Only one source
And it’s between all our ears

Leaving home

I grew up
And I left them behind
Faced my abusers
Set out to free my own mind
My family, just a rotten tree
Fell far from the branches
Renounced all they believed
They taught only hate and bigotry
Cast a long shadow
Where find liberty?
They stalked me
Sowed rumour
They couldn’t let go
But when I came of age
I walked forever out from their door
Didn’t look back
Crazy makers their creed
That’s what you do
When low self esteem
Is the ideology that your parents teach
Tortured and bruised
Still with agency
Confronted the past
Exposed what they did
There’s some who think
That you must forever go back
Care for those most hated
Despite what they did
Keeping up appearances
What does the neighbourhood know?
I wasn’t born to love them
And they didn’t show it to me
I’ve always wished them dead
Worse than nothing to me
It’s not moral deviance
Just a statement of facts
Physician heal thyself
All I had to do was to leave.


Bureaucratic halls of human wrongs
Prisoners of conscience inspire songs
Red tape conflicts, proxy walls
The fight of never ending wars
Which ever way you look at it
Experience adds to despairs of the cynical

The face don’t fit
Not of the chosen ones
Wrong faith, wrong race
Just of the under class
They read you your so called rights
But if you can’t afford the lawyer it’s goodnight

One eye at the locked steel door
Waking to clean the cold cell floor
Stripped of identity
Prison uniforms
Tell me what choice you have
Just another complaint on unanswered forms

Trade tobacco to get a hair cut
Short in style, your case is shut
Talk to the courtroom
On a video link
Only calls to fake representatives
Government paid duty solicitors

They got your number
Marked your card
Deciding guilt before the trial
It’s corruption
And no one cares
Do the time that they set up

Prison never works
It just traumatised
Watch your back
The chaplains lie
Isolation grows
Seclusion’s how it goes
Every day just the same
Stares at writing on the wall

There’s no silence in your head
They say you should speak to god instead
Do they really think that it reforms?
Leaving every last hope forlorn
There’s no human rights
It’s just a scam, that’s all


Highlights of the week
It’s in the way you speak
Massage of the feet
Shiatsu warms my back
I’ve got some cool machines
So there’s some things that I lack
I thought about the exercise bike
But to sweats not what I like
In a silent way
The sessions album
A touch of Queen
Mozart bedtimes are so sweet
The lights dim to my words
Colours changing to my command
No one placing any kind of demands
I read three books this month so far
Ethics, ontology and on revolt
Wrote a poem every day
Green tea as skies look grey
Lewis chess men played a part
Daily game to keep me sharp
Arranged a song that sounds alright
White asparagus and caviar
Roast duck, the chinese get stars
A couple of TED talks every day
Yes minister and Ab Fab for a break
These are the steps I take
To make it a contented week
No need to follow some self help book
There’s not much that I seek
All change, I’ve a new text
Produce some music when I like
Sure, I could use some girls for a rub
But I've got a vibrating ring
Lemon grass and neroli in the tub
There’s always the smart TV
Or a game on the VR

A differant aftershave each day
I don’t worry over much
I’d be good for a trip to Mars
Recovery, open and shut
I live a life of leisure
And in it I find much pleasure
Shame I can’t afford that tart
They say it’s good for my heart.

Give Us The List

Thought crime
The things you say
Not of our kind
Ill minds
Toxic so they claim
Never welcome
In the kingdom of the blind

Not our beliefs
There’s the door
Oh please do leave
The people you expose
Could be in our family
Please now
We don’t want no grief

Broken ideology
Question methodology
Culture of denial
Of those that seek to defile
Accept what you are fed
There’s no danger
You’ve been mislead

Thought crime
Is that what you believe?
They say to give us all the list
Would cause riots in the streets
Sex offenders they protect
So many to convict
The system can’t take it

I guess I must be sick
Their anonymity I want not one bit
New policy could be writ
A life’s work to promote one cause
Think about what you know
About who you just kissed
The same as this is it
Perhaps we should kill another one
I’ve had enough of their bullshit
Their so called rights can go amiss
It’s all as simple as
Give Us The List!


How can it be
That I still want you
How the greeting ever
Gives me such a thrill
Do you know what it means
Through the silent moments
To long for and feel towards you
With my heart?

I sit and recall the first meeting
Unsure, untrusting, what to say?
Fearing in the revelation
Rejection of the words
somehow still so hard to find

Chalk and cheese
Other side of the tracks
These images that torment my mind
Trying to reach for you
Of some differences perhaps a little blind

How can it be
When I think of you
A warmth unknown in my chest
This is a thing I try to hide
When I speak to you
Of this I must confess

How can it be
You see that I want you
But somehow the words
Forever fall short
There’s things I want to know about you
To drink of you
And gentle stroke
The curve of your spine

Wind up

Maybe I got myself a wind up
The battery always seems to stop
I thought it was as good as gold
But the plating seems to have rubbed off

They say all clouds have silver linings
And even though the wheels have fallen off
I know I got myself a blinder
Cos the salesman said it weren’t knock off

Maybe sows ears cant make silk purses
But I’m still happy with the one I got
The stitching seems a little fragile
The money burns holes in my pocket just the same

Maybe I got myself a wind up
She ticked all the boxes
The hands go round
But when I try to give her a little polish
The alarm goes off at the wrong time

Next time I’ll have to buy a rolex
You know that they are never out of sync
I guess my timings off
I got a wind up
Something tells me that it’s knock off.

Maybe I got myself a wind up
Every time I look upon her face
The hours go past as if they’re minutes
But the second hand seems to have fell off
They said this could never happen to me again
Why do these wind ups always drive me so insane


Moods sunk between the calms
Blackened by the storms
Stagnation to the waters
Stored in the hold
A thirst that never ends

Sailing past the doldrums
Their changing winds
The darkened skies
Sighting of first land
Birds flying overhead

Through the dire straights
On the crest of a wave
Land ho
The swell of surf
Reaching for island sands

Spirits rising with the winds
To guide sails onwards
Towards home, free at last
Billowing with the breath
Puffed up with good hopes

The future looks assured
To prosper and be blessed
Finding on the new horizon
Beyond the rocky shores
The scents of promises land

A thrill in the breast
Heart that skips a beat
Feeling the excitement
Of a new world to explore
And there come to rest on quiets beach

Et In Arcadia Ego

In utopia also
Hands at the windows bars
Liberal cry for freedoms
Still locks the jailhouse gate

Lofty realms of ideals
That cry for liberty
Why then in dissent
Barbwire to the secure wards?

Disputed labels
Authoritarian controls
Mental cells
Shackled by oppressions medication

Humanists bitter pills
Libertarians blinkered eyes
Proclaiming human rights
Whilst doctors restrain for an injection

The common good
Subservient status quo
Mind doesn’t matter
With diagnosis shooting in the dark

Why don’t psychiatrists
Study neurological readouts?
They claim to heal the brain
But never look to it for remedy
In most cases
Readouts prove that nothings wrong

Eternal sunshine of the spotless
To a beautiful mind
Symptoms whose root cause
Is pharmaceutical in mispractice
One goal, assert control
Dominant through qualification


We are all the lead role
In a private biopic
Do we see the passers by
As nothing but our extras?

Realisation in a word
The dots that we connect
Drawing the lines
That make a fuller picture

Are we alone in having dreams?
The hopes to reach across
The lexicons divides
Language to bridge the gaps

Passing strangers
Sit alone to sip the morning brew
Smell of the coffee cup
Awakening sensation

To know the emotion of wonder
Identification in the train carriage eyes
Reflecting that they too
Have all the feelings we bring to awareness

A breathless moment
Knowing of the other
Complex as ourselves
So many faces in which find sonder

Toxic shock

There are those who look on me
As if I were a scorpion
Every wary of the sting
The ending to the tale

If thoughts were poison
I’d be vitriol
The black mark of arsenic
Belladonna bitter taste

This is what it’s like
When they say your thoughts diseased
Forever marked out as toxic
Demise awaiting in the wings

Barb wire word extremist
Terror in each breath
Everyone should be good at something
My gifts untimely death
They say it as if it’s a curse
To be labelled dangerous

I’ve had a few enemies
That didn’t too long live
If I could get it right
I could rely upon its blight
Somethings got to give
An assassin wearing night

The curse of the scorpion
Death sits upon his tail
If he scratched his own back with it
His life come to bewail
Free radicals, toxic shock
It’s the only gift I’ve got


The iconoclast
Shattering false belief
Swimming against the tide
Going against the grain

Dissent in opposition
To the status quo
Destroyer of delusions
Held so dear by all the herd

Miscast as the curmudgeon
Fate of grumpy old men
Fighters of old battles
Victors of yesteryear

The rebel contrarian
Revolting with disgust
At the sad condition of the zeitgeist
Intellectuals scrawl in decays dust

The obstinate public opinion
Vox popular, vocal mob
To draw the sword in battle
To thrust the point full home

Justice to its miscarriage
Abortion of the truth
So many falsehoods held so dearly
With resistance from the few
Do not ally with a majority to do the greatest Ill
Instead rise up a radical to take the oppositions stand


Kidders keep on kidding
Quitters keep a quitting
One thing that’s for sure
Change is a two way door

I quit my job
Didn’t get the sack
Kicked out my wife
I did not look back

Smokers keep on quitting
Drinkers keep bull shitting
One thing that’s for sure
They’ll keep going back for more

Why don’t you quit?
New life to fit
Going around in circles
On the same tread mill

Quitters keep a quitting
They should try to quit that as well
I quit their game
Support just lame
Changed the lot
The rests forgot
You think I’m just some punk
I’ll sit back whilst you need to get drunk
Sitting on my own
And ain’t things going swell.

En Masse

‘Forgive, forget’
It’s not denial
It is the words of the lord
Upheld by all of faith

Kids abused
And not just a few
The Catholic prelate
How many could say they did not collude ?

Moral virtue?
They say we must be confused
That their dogmatic edifice
Was not why so many children were left used

Priests and monks
Obfuscate the truth
Claim victims voices
Have no evidence of proof

‘Forgive, forget’
Don’t make a fuss
They are the sanctified
Just sin, like us

Swept under the carpet
The institutions to their lies
The pedagogy
Where children have to hide their cries

In cloistered virtue
Greater than me and you
They did it en masse
Not to just a few
Their moral heights
To kids abused


Winners and losers
What is success?
Pushed beyond limits
To others impress

Champions excel
Heroes victories
What of the rest of us
Insignificant pale?

Never good enough
The mantra to train
Whipped into shape
It could drive you insane

Never raised up
Hearts to affirm
The lash of the tyrant
The dominant coach

Is winning really
The mark of success?
When in the little things
Self assured we can rest

The comforts of failure
Creates inner strength
When dictating a win
Could push beyond safeties lengths
We are made of the stuff
From which stars are formed

Winners and losers
Get out of the game
Find in completion
Self worth still remains
No need to struggle
Human spirit all the same

Moral heights

Must we climb a mountain
To reach the moral peaks
Resign to dogma
Right actions which to teach?

Has science virtue
In its methodology
Can we form principles
Of ethics in its modality?

To cause needless suffering
Would seem to all a crime
Inflict emotional pain
Never can be benign

‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’
The old world order
Stained school tie
Who’s surprised that views a lie
The common good
What rights has man?

Do we heed hurt
Seek to redress
Heal the mind
No shame confess?

Relativism in ambiguity
Fire and brimstone, it’s own hell
Empiric knowledge can break the spell
Find a true north, that the most fare well


Neural networks in a series
Rewriting each other’s code
Adaptation to the problem
Fooling some, the stories old.

No general intelligence
Just expert systems to the task
No hint of consciousness
It seems too much to ask

Do we need a sentient toaster
A microwave that treats us when we’re good?
Just nutritional aggregates
Number crunching about food

The holy grail of AI
We’re not even close
Evolving algorithms
Only appear to make original moves
Big data sets to us mortals
Could make the likes of all knowing gods

It’s a matter of perception
Anthropomorphic fantasy of us all
We do it with our pets
What’s so human about machines?
Intelligence a misnomer
It’s all down to artifice


The glass bead game
Yin and yang the territory
Black and white thinking
Can machine learning come to create?

Tributaries to the army
Mirrored in the eyes
Two sides in division
Domination of the board

Ko wars stolen pieces
Ladders which to climb
Prediction of next move
Intelligence of Deepmind

Man versus machine
I robot positronic mind
Analysing data
The outcome to decide

Searching all the patterns
Perceptions without eye
Creating new decisions
To seize unknown territory

Alphago the victor
Making its own rules
Courtesy ‘Atari’
Taking one small piece
Changing attitudes
Expanding human thought


Repetition to the day
Doing the same tasks
Get an expert system
To crunch the data that it eats

So much of life is wasted
Doing the same things
If you made a break for freedom
What future would it bring?

They say there will be more leisure
For the brave new world
No longer slave to task masters
Free time for our pleasures
Purpose beyond the chains
What meanings to create?

No more work for office staff
The white collars setting sun
Feed it to an A.I.
This is the tomorrow we’ve begun

Can you handle liberty
The sea of solitude?
Life’s not just a game
What monsters might we find?
Information junkies
Submit to silicon overlords

All the lonely people
Leading lonely lives
Searching for connection
To flee those lonesome nights
When you’re sitting by yourself
Are you content to while away the hours?

Post truth

Who gets to say what is true?
Disinformation, fake news
Authoritarian rules
Corporate algorithms
Filtering media to our minds

Through the eye of the needle
Somehow difficult to thread
How to define the falsified
Who has the right to decide?
Who says who it is that lied?

Policy to guide technology
The moral landscape
Data shifting like the sand
Who defines the ethics of the land
Keeping false witnesses in hand?

The government sifting all we search
The free market forcing cards to top
Who knows when we pick a card
That the deck is not stacked against us
The results we see are not so hard to find

Is all we see quite relative?
Links formed in the shade of logic trees
Creating networks in our heads
Encyclopaedic knowledge comes to spread
But what happens if the truth is dead?


Coup de grace
Angel of mercy
The mortally wounded
Cry out to be freed

Knife through the heart
Gun shot to the head
Put out of misery
Those bound for death

So I left you to suffer
A faithless kiss
Twisting the blade
Raising the fist

Vengeance served cold
The best way
On the way to the mortician
A happy day

Counting years by the scars
The iron mask
Hands soft as silk
No clutched iron bars

The hiss of the viper
A tongue of poisons guilt
Spreading false witness
Knife thrust to the hilt
I heard you talking behind my back
Two faced to hang man
A friend you’ll lack
Vengeance is sweet
I don’t look back


Could you have done otherwise
Than you just did?
For all the best will
Past actions of which you’ll never be rid

You say that you can
But do something other
All your deliberations
Best of intentions

Are you stuck in your habits
Conditioned to your routine
If you made a decision
What else could have been?

They push at your buttons
Trigger through circumstance
Rebound on the ricochet
Fast as you react

For all possibilities
All opportunity grants
Are you stuck in a loop
Repeating flow charts?
Can you take back a move
How much pay for the chance?

What would it look like
To make a real choice?
Reflect on potential
The moments we’ve lost
Reactor or actor?
Are you a player?
Change is a freedom
We have to grasp with both hands


Of inhumane bondage
The constraints by which we’re bound
Promethean chained to the rock
One crime, still the defiant

What freedoms find the poor?
Is the vagrant the only one at liberty?
Broken responsibility
That holds the richest back

Tied to the pinstripe
Bound white collar with the tie
Stress levels rising
Skimmed milk lattes till they die

Have another shot
To gun down the memory of another week
Serving only the pound
The flesh on butchers block goes round

Shackles of the family man
Cuff links that still restrain
Not so many choices
Playing the white mans game

The convict cries for freedom
Corporate system’s just the same
Experimental mazes
Where their ass gets whipped into shape
The grind stones S&M
Plenty pain to go around

Buy another gym pass
Find a new model trophy wife
Libertarians values
At backs the drawn knife
They say they’re the self made kind
I guess they’re happy to be blind


Fragile as the hatchling
Fallen from the nest
Thrown by the cuckoo
Lost as a song bird
Singing to find its legs

Fragile like a mirror
Shattered dreams
Reflecting on the past
Splinter to the finger
Raised tear of dripping blood

Painful like the thorn
Protecting fragile rose
Cheeks that blush in bloom
Stem straight in the glass
Settle in the water of the fragile vase

Fragile like the cobweb
Hair blown away by winds of change
Head smooth as the silk
Dripping from the tongue
Words the songbird sung

Fragile like the Chinese lantern
Rising from the candle flame
Dancing in the breeze
A light shines just for you
Fearing to be snuffed

Fragile as spun sugar
Honey ever sweet
Fragile mother’s wish
To mend the damaged past
Fragile dreams until the last

Broken bottles
Razor blades
Fragile as the memory
The wave from the drowning hand
Fragile hope to hold on to
Fragile as connection
Cracks to a photo frame
Fragile’s not a label
Forever to break free of
Fragile as the heart
So bright it could burn out

Snow blood

Lady snow blood
Crimson footprints trapped in ice
Cold kisses in betrayal
Vengeance lips rouge smeared gloss

Light reflecting on cold steel
Lens flare in a star
Criss crossed lives of lovers
Jealousy exposed in burst of hearts

Tofu fresh pure white
The curd innocent perfect bite
Floating on the tears
That the guilty cry each night

Empty invisible cells
Those caught by their own mind
Bowing heads in shame
Demons haunting all their dreams
Passing of shielded maidens
Cut down in their prime

Where hope drips
Like the last blood
Oozing from the open wound
Weeping life’s moaned lament
Cherry blossom melting
Red stain of the fading heart

The winters veil
Like icy grip, the frost
Clouds like smoke from breath
The rattle of the lungs greeting the hand of death
Riding pale horses into nightmare
Ships that sail on blood

Lava lamp

Wax melting to warm words
Like a lava lamp
Releasing semi colons
Inverted tears floating from the light

Like stirring oils in water
Many colours to the separation
The wounded lovers thoughts
That bleed on the dear johns page

The division showing in the fluid ink
That scintillation of fragmented form
Hopes to be joined as one
As blood that comes to congeal

Watching shapes form in the shade
From the shaking of the glass
Like too the shattered mirror
Reflections of the work to mend the whole

Like olive oil full of bubbles
Where the mixture drips into the bowl
Elastic at the surface
Longing to conjoin
Freshened salad leaves
Glistening oh so bright

Like a lava lamps many forms
Dancing in the light
The warmth of all the tears
Reaching for each other
Images dancing in the sky
Painted by little fluffy clouds
Melting of the heart
The moments when we part


Agent causation
Definition to action
Developing self
Conforming to will

Locus of self control
Reflections in the mirror
Centre of self
A sum total of parts

Who raises the hand?
Is it you, is it me?
Controlled or controller ?
The decision made free

Learning maturity
Becoming into the real
Not such a blank slate
Adapting our potentiality

Are our actions compelled
Or do we form our own character?
Transforming the materials
From which we are built

Slowly growing to be
Into responsibility
Forming a process
But how manifests the first cause ?

Are we self made?
Do we deserve credits applause
Or are we just lucky
To be free of constraints?
Forever determined by what
Contingent reality supports.

Scarcity programming

Lives of scarcity
Limited resources
Forever in competition
The fight to survive

Kept down by glass ceiling
Divided by class
Ever in the trenches
Faced by barricades

Bureaucracy barb wire
Red tape chocolate wars
Forever held back
Sound of slamming doors

Unequal from the start
No hope of liberation
Envy through lack
Knives forever at backs

The slice of the pie
Or crumbs from rich men’s tables
The ration book
Green shield stamp
Throughout life to strive
The tightrope unstable
No self belief
When the undertow drags us down

They remove safety nets
Force us to kiss up
Down on our knees
Still empty of cup
Oh for the liberty
Where we can all rise
And this myth of scarcity
Is forever defied.

Toxic waste

Missiles primed for war
Strap on extensions
Toxic pedagog

The angels of death
Gods fury on the wind
Packing their payload
Within iron wings

Muslims kneel in prayer
Bow before Mecca
Christians mercy mild
Say all will be forgiven

Eagles talons sharp
To rip at tender flesh
Tears shed for the lamb
Soaked blood in the fleece

Cries as one for battle
Vengeance on the lips
Master and commander
Enemies throats to grip

Tell us what’s the point
What objective to your plans?
More vane glory
Beneath a nations flag.

Toxic masculinity
Goaded by alpha males
We hear the battle cry
We live for do or die

The guarded bureaucrats
The deals of the fat cats
Is this all we come to serve
Do we get what we deserve?

To kill and kill again
With rockets in the pocket
The lust for dominance
And how we want to fuck ‘em
So much toxic waste
A skulls empty starring sockets

The variable

Are we all but forced moves in chess?
Predetermined by rationale
Constrained by the environs
Of the binary sides conflict

Never a free agent
So many factors influence
Echos of past decisions
Another’s will to assume control
Manipulated motivation
Environmental restraints

The flip of a coin
Liberation within the random
Smashing the predictions
With this variable decisions fist

We could relinquish our choice
Submit to the machine
Dictated by overlords
Submission in letting go

To choose without foresight
Armed with the basic facts
The less that we know
The easier to force our hand

Strive for knowledge
Form reasoned decision
Not a victim of the crowd
Or the background noise
That leads us all around
Freedom from the many factors
That would make free will unsound


Biomechanoid Dreams
Curves of the surreal
Twisted bones and meat
Plugged into the machine

Visions dark macabre
Sexual force of nature
Coupled with mutation
Virtuality opens psyche

Transhumanist shamanic
Summoning alien form
Merge with technology
ProtoDildonics to jack in

Consciousness to the gate
Goat of mendes to invoke
To suckle upon electro breast
Surfing the mental webs

Cables penetrating flesh
Feeding nightmares screams
Black metal to the hammer
That mould minds in the forge

To be reborn cybernetic
From frozen cryogenics
Neurological chips
Devil in the flesh
Snakes tempting to submission
Dark web tattoo to mind
Hypnos turns the ear
To serve controls false gods

Prometheus bound to the rock
That weighs the fleshy down
Where the beasts sink in
Teeth to tear at organs
Radiations fated flame
Stollen from the heavens
Limbs struggle to be free
Of the future shock that we find

Drone Diplomacy?

They kill people
As easy as ordering pizza
And then claim that violence
Is the greatest of sins

War on terror
At least on our TV
Justifying civil injustice
For over 50 years

Truth and justice?
Do you really believe in their way
Gunship diplomacy
Prisons full of the poor

Drones for delivery
Like amazon, only with bombs
Execute the deviants
It’s the will of one god

Religions divide us
Their only meaning control
Keeping the workforce
Dumb downed in their roles

Ramadan or thanksgiving
One fasting, one feasts
Not much different
In their false beliefs

Drone diplomats
Make off with shares from the oil
The Arabs rub shoulders
Over champagne with our royals
One reason, it’s profit
That’s why they call it a pay load
The dollar in sights
Just hope there’s no swift deliverance for me.

The cold

You left crumpled tissue flowers
A requiem to my thwarted ardour
Stains caresses fade
Where lusts tears come to dry

Would I seek to garland your neck?
Alike to pearls from this sea bed
Shells crafted for your ears
To sing the songs of breaking waves

To repose upon the beach
And massage sun oil on your skin
Whilst gulls soar overhead
Stretched fingers like their wings

To run with the tide
Leaving shared footprints in the sand
Or dive into a breaker
Coming up to breath of your air

Where sunlight bathes naked backs
Olive browns the paint for flesh
Rubbing shoulders slowly
To stroke gently the small hairs at your spine

But for now the winters cold
The tissues for my nose
Into duvet diving
With a hope that summers long

Cell window

Prisoners of our minds
Behind smart iron curtains
No chance to fly free
From the windows bars

Pleading to the conscience
Under house arrest
Red tape to the ties
That bind us to their lies

TV dinner body snatchers
Always in our eyes
The schedule keeps adapting
To our data search

Strangely synchronised
Typed words seem to rise
As if blogging predictions
Of the next newsnight

The Berlin Wall has fallen
Still power windows to our cells
Forever self referential
The room is closing in
They’d force us to our knees
To prove who’s in control

They overdub the Queen
Presenters gossip about us
At least that’s what they’d have us believe
That their spotlight ever shines on us.
Who wants to live forever
Still wanting to break free?

I used trumps name in vane
So there's an evangelic drone of death
With a name on a bullet
To save my fallen soul.
Watch the skies
For them breaking wind.

Relax it’s only terror vision
Where the president speaks my name
A moth spirals in the flames
An archive apocalyptic war in flight
Prison cells for the blind
Where they seek to drive us out of our minds.


The waiting game
Seeds watered by the tears
Heart grows
Fondness remains

If all good things
Come to them
I sit with baited breath
For what new seasons bring

Patience to the longing
Somehow the passing hours
Rise to greet
In welcome of belonging

You know it’s worthwhile
For each moment lingers
With warmth of your presence
So smooth in your style

I wait each passing day
Alone yet still beside myself
The memory of your smile
Going an extra mile
A craving to possess
Ever on me impressed
The hope that here you’ll stay


Freedom from passions
Stoic hearts composed
Without disengagement with the world

Contentment in the attitude
The opinions that we place
About the suffering
Emotions clearly faced

A sense of the detachment
Reason stepping clear
Of the many pitfalls
That amplify our tears

The world beyond control
To use will for ourselves
Commanding the heart
With virtues of the sage

Steadfast in the victory
Struggle which to win
Choosing our attitude
To apatheia let’s begin.


Are we but empty vessels?
Containers to each thought
Replicating ideology
Open to all we’re taught

A blank slate
The empty black board
Unmarked sheet of paper
Awaiting to be inscribed

Where schools collide
Information to transform
Stirring about language
To find a processed form

Ideas contradict
Wage battle to be heard
Claiming dominance
Floods to claim our minds
Critical analysis
Deciding what we buy

The empty glass
In which to pour
Half full, half empty
Receptive to the level raised

Thirsty for new knowledge
Consuming book worms
Swirling about the contents
Seeking understanding
Swallowing each chapter
Forever wanting more


A blind conductor
Knowing every phrase
Every cadence of the score
Directing the rhythm
Every nuance to applaud

Fate woven from first cause
Every strand as predicted
Moved by a universal hand
Time and space
In the grip of causality

Strings of puppets
Hypnotised of mind
Is this a truth
Free will, illusion
Ever blind?

Material reality
Neurone fires in the brain
Everything interconnected
Moving without strain
Where free choice remains

Expression on the finger tips
A touch of chaos
Evolution flowing in our grip
Embellishment permits

A butterflies wings
Gaia breathing with the wyrd
Particles resonate
A tremble of the cosmic web

Raising the baton
The conductor to the score
With a touch of the random
Orchestrated wholes
Emotion in becoming
At one with each wave

Reeds vibrate with freedom
More than sum of parts
Liberations swell
Ripples of energy
Producing ever more
Creation to each breath

Lights, camera, action.

In the theatre of consciousness
Where to find the best seat
Up in the circle
Or front row of the stalls?

The mask behind the screen
Moving pictures forming scenes
The light of projections
Going over our heads

Do we stick to our scripts
Are cue lines all that we hear
Forever in the grip
Of predictions on lip?

Somehow we stumble
Always half a second behind
The thoughts that lead from inaction
Mechanically moved by our minds
Do we even have a self?
This illusion we bought

Do we form an intention
The hand following on
By the time we reach awareness
Has the impulse long gone?

Troubled by the act
Unsure of free will
Is consciousness a mere echo
Moved by cogs in the machine?
Mind and body, forever as one
Are our thoughts just reactions
To what the body has done?

Sit back,
enjoy the show
Cabaret to our applause
First effect
Preliminary cause.
Are we reactors
Or do we take to the boards?

Better world

Build a better world
With memory of the fallen
From ashes fan a flame
To shine a guiding light

Rising as to battle
The warriors heart of steel
Lifting spirits high
To fight for worthy rights

Victims tears of blood
Rain down with the grief
Laying in memoriam
Sorrows floral wreath

For a better world
Recall the sacrifice
Warriors to the battle
A moral edifice

To raise on giants shoulders
The hopes for the new
Where the seeds they planted
Into flower grew

To build a brighter future
Ever mindful of the past
Facing down the darkness
Truth hold dear to the last

Step up from the tears
To lend the helping hand
Find in unity
The brave tomorrows land


Ta ta for now
The taps sprung a leak
It’s why the militarists
Do a tap dance in the street

They sent me a dream
To make me less stable
To see how I’d react
Of what I am able

The neighbourhood stinks
Paranoia in teams
Spreading gossip
There must be profit to their schemes

Tapping my fingers
Jungle radio talking drums
The conservatives in action
Want me under their thumbs
No right to privacy
Human beings turned down

Repetition to phrase
Dominations their game
But I can ignore them
Everything’s just the same

File a report
To stir up a swarm
Looks a bit quiet
For what are we sworn?
Isolate the outsider
It’s of their kind of which we were warned


Fresh flowers used to make my heart so glad
But fallen petals seem to me so sad
Memory like moist blooms of the spring
The wreath, tears of rain, a dark veil brings.

Time passes, sands fall between the finger tips
We try to grasp the moments, still from our hands they slip
Sunlight through nights curtains reach
Washed shores, are we but grains on eternities beach?

Statues of those that stood once proud
As cliffs corrode, the sound of surf breaking loud
Horse tail waves, the fathoms deep
Who can hold back the tide of the tears we weep ?

The flock huddled on the hills side
Those who tall watch over them beside
New lambs that so joyous leap
Reflect on the fleece golden of the elder sheep

Fresh flowers that raise spirits with a smile
Ponder on they that go the extra mile
In passing questioning what we believe
As wings stretch, the flight of angels embracing grief.

Fallen petals collect beside the crystal vase
Like those that in state come to lay
Ever too short when loved ones leave
The ring, life a circle, laying a fading wreath.


Solipsism in the matrix

A black mirror kaleidoscope

Distorted by the looking glass

Listening for the wizard of oz

Paranoias artificial intelligence

Dictated by the god machine

Logic gates and flow charts

Recipes to subservience

Holy words encryption

Instructions train of thought

Tiny feet on which to stand

Developments in each stage

Running before we can walk

In the language we come to talk

Puppets on a string

Bird on a wire

Activate prison heads

Hypnos conditioned

His masters voice

Vehicles for memes

Transmission and receiver

With a will free to decide

Secrets whispered darkly

Don’t be taken for a ride

I want to break free

Of the masters lies

The same old trip

Ontologically suicidal

Just what is it they deny?

Space hoppers

And beely boppers

Raising on the blind

Circuitry of mind

Hoodwinks for a child.

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to me
32 years of alcoholism recovery today
It took me till 6pm to recall I ever used to drink
Over 25 years since I shared the aniversary at a meeting
More memory of how pointless the program was
They’d say that I’m insane
That they have all the answers
That I’ll only be happy if I conform
And say it’s all down to nobodady god.
It’s been long
At first it was hard
Then just periodically acutely painful
All down to circumstances
That’s my experience
I am not offering them hope
Most will not make it
I’ve seen all sorts and one thing is sure
Most will not do what I’ve done
It got better
Life often got worse
Much worse for never numbed
The steps were more of an obstruction
No real support or help
Peer support like swimming in a sea of drowning men
Sooner or later they’ll try to drag you down.
So I remembered I used to drink
As I spread chive and garlic cream cheese
On croissants for my tea
And filled them brimming full
With finest scotch smoked salmon
I’ll watch eastenders rather than go to a meeting
I can read between the overdubs
Self obsessed projections through self reference
That’s worth more to me
And perhaps if someone obsessed with spirituality
Takes the time to read this
They’ll wake up to facts
Realise they’ve been fed a lie
And leave the 12 steps as the lousy deal they truly are.
I’m insane, not. They have all I need, no.
They’d want to change me
All the answers in some god bothering book
At least that’s what their delusions make them believe.
I’d rather have a full frontal lobotomy
That sit through one of their meetings
Happy birthday to me!


It was something about Leon
The way the righteous man
Ends up with a bullet in the head
Whilst bent cops count the cost of the dead

Nikita with a lonely tear
The youth exploited
Do they really bring them in?
Charades hide away another’s sin

The victims pleading hands
No one seems to understand
Let down the drawbridge
To ride into the fray

Knights in rusting armour
Who’d lead another charge
The rescuers in flight
A saviour of the light

Harsh reality
Bracketed boundaries
No easy way forward
Hope sinking in the mire

Leon ever a caution
Controls that stay the hand
Feeling oh so paternal
The quixotic take a bow
A requiem to innocence
Beware the shadow of the patriarch
Corrupt cops count their bullets
There’s a gun aimed at my head


I got an offer from you
Just the other day
Yet another one
That you thought I just can’t refuse

Young people’s outstretched hands
Beggars at the palace gates
Pulling at the heart strings
Made in heaven, must be fate

Lend a listening ear
Ease the next generation
Embrace their tears
What have I got to fear?

Another sting
The honey trap
Recorded conversations
I know the style of all your crap

Press men ruin reputations
Coppers baiting hooks
The hoodwink from the team
Answer me this, what’s in it for me?

To save the heart that is ones own
Find orphans a proper home
Meaning find in purpose
Who’d think they’d pull the rug?
Young men follow dreams they’re fed
Old men shed a tear
Buy a homeless kid a xmas hamper
Count the cost of some much corruption
and say they no longer care.


I care enough about myself
Not to want to take care of you
Compassion vice of princes
Paupers ever cynical

The see saw dream
Raising you up
Whilst I take a fall
Unable to keep my end up

Rapes destined for the back shadows
Fists raised to defy
A drama triangle
No hello, just a goodbye

They’ll say the goodmen
Dirty their hands
Pyramids to build
A wounded land

Sat on a corner stool
Raising spirits in a glass
The broken fools
The line on which they stake their arse

Rusting shields
And broken lances
The fallen warriors
No longer offer up salutes

Broken bottles
Beer and skittles
Meanings nocked flat
By pendulum of experience

You offer me battle
But if a match is made in heaven
You can bet your bottom dollar
Someone’s tugging at my leash

Paranoid android

Angels at the shoulder
Devils in the ears
If it has a meaning
It really is unclear

Third eye to foreshadow
What does it communicate
If They’re catching up
It’s a little bit too late

Tag teams situations
Impulse under control
Seen it all before
Misled to closing doors

The over confident
Think we can’t break out from controls
Who’s watching their backs
When death bell rings its toll?

If I told you the true story
I doubt that you’d believe
And the scars in flesh
That I’ve come to leave

They can’t predict every move
The cameras are not all aligned
I do what I bloody want
I’m of a single mind
The paranoid think there’s safety
In orchestrated moves
But there’s the human factor
Eyes a little blind


Things don’t go the way
That I planned them
There’s those who judge
Misunderstand them

Someone always wants
To pull the rug
Smears against names
At the spotless throwing mud

They’ve one belief
Lack of faith must be a crime
They invent faults
That are not mine

Deviation from their norm
Sure to offend
They seek to scorn
When will false judgements ever end?

Superiority they seek to claim
The high ground where we all forgive
A pack of lies, nothing to gain
Whilst one man dies another lives
They claim mine is the excess
When with temperance I’m forever blessed

You see it’s been this way for years
They attack reputations
I don’t know why
I think they’d like me to conform
To their values
Their hope forlorn
So against them I ’ll lock my door
And not seek from the crowd for an encore.


Vice, grotesque
Comedic caricature
Solicitous fools gold
To cheat the heart
Love fades

Flesh weighed
With price of lust
To grip in hand
Flushed pounds
A damned caress

Dripping maw
The spittled lip
Gaping wound
A slash wanton
That crosses the face

Ruddy cheek
The slender neck
A serpent raised
To bite at flesh
And drain the passions cup

The buttocks smooth
Twin aspect globes
A world that moves
On rolling hips
The thrust of stollen kiss

The mons allure
Take to the mount
Rend the veil
Deflower in provocation
To welcome womanhood

Head bowed in shame
An empty chest
The fire spent
Yet left to hunger
As never satiated
By fetish fleshed brides
The cadaver virgin whores

Big idea

Self replication
The ever selfish gene
Random mutations
Advantages to contagion
Virus of the mind
In cultural evolution
Algorithms to repeat
Universal Darwinism
Learning the new task
Mechanisms of design
Nature to selection
What will become extinct
What comes to survive?
Artefacts evolving
Language groups to compete
Adoption of the dominant
Hereditary adaptive
Inventions ubiquity
Spreading of the meme
Imitation repetition
Who makes the big ideas
That spread throughout the team?


Puffins diving for sprats
Swimming beneath the rippled waves
Hungry for the catch
A reason for existence

Do they grasp the fish
The scales in beak
To resurface from the water
As if to find in this their meaning

Homeward bound
Upon the wing
Cliff top nests
To ponder on their prize

Consuming white bait
Swallowing the salty meal
Fins and all
Into their orange beaks

To hunt, to eat, to rest on weary feet
Do they wonder what the point?
To the daily struggle
Feathers drying amongst the rocks

A life time lived
Ever in the search
And all that’s truly won
Is the final breath
Coming to an end
A puff in a happy death


Multiple personality
Does it even really exist?
Profits from false stories
Psychologists on the make

They used to spin it about survivors
Fabrication to weave
There’s plenty of stupid folk
Whom this kind of nonsense will believe

Urban myths to sow
It’s the creative ones don’t you know
They’re really two people
That’s how the story used to go

Cybal was the first
A case history dripping lies
Whole things made up
You just need to read between the lines

It’s a label that denies the reality
Undermines the testimony
As if the memory
Exists in divided compartments

It was popularised in the sixties
Like so much conspiracy
It resurfaced with the internet
To corrupt victim sites
The stuff of horror stories
That keep the unwary scared

A way to cover up
For other people’s crimes
They thought the same with schizophrenia
You may well ask what do these labels mean?

They used it to discredit inner child work
Voice dialogue proposed by Jung
Like many theories of mind
Laings divided self to apologise
They take it all too far
To try to keep our interests
But it’s all a crock of bull
I’m not even really that impressed

State of the nation

Waiting lists
Universal credit
Left in debt
Cut back benefits

Social care
Who respects their elders?
Pay for private
Or be stuck in line

The English always like to queue
A free bus pass
The coronation carriage
Good as gold the wheels go round

They used to sell it by the pound
But a kilo weighs up cash in hand
Everyone seems to be an expert now
To the economic sacred cows

The capitalist his mortgaged home
He’ll buy a yacht his cars outgrown
The chauffeured in a limousine
Who counts the cost when fat grows lean?

The rich grow richer
Each passing day
Counting on interest
Ever more than the workers pay
Who speaks of rights for the many?
They deal in pounds but leave us pennies
Orphans and widows
Mite is right.


If beauty be only in the eye
As once subjective to the beholder
How then propose an aesthetic
That appeals in every sense?

Is taste taught to us
An elitist guide to form?
Touching emotions
A higher love is born

Nuance to the object of all art
Pleasing to the eye
And felt by heart
A symphony sensorium for the attentive ear

Do we learn as with ethics
The notes that strike a chord
Or is it our perceptions
That resonate accord ?

What delight in variation
Flesh enhanced by scent
The base note of a perfume
That lingers to a caress

The gastronome
In savoured bite
Awakening the tongue
Lips wanting secrets more
Touch of velvet
Flavours subtle rare

Beauty a goddess
With riches that uplift the poor
For the many
Her open palace doors


A moment of transcendence
Like a new born infants freedom cry
Uncritically to the first leap
With awe into this life

The empty tranquil scene
A landscape where we stand
Yet never feeling there alone
Surrounded by all nature

The chains of self deception
Faithful dogma to uphold
The centre of the universe
Revolving around them

To embrace the irrational
Sensing the connect
To a greater whole
Consciousness to lift

Laying false claim
To the numinous
Religion to contain
With interpretation to constrain
Where did they get the idea
Faith had the monopoly?

To step beyond our selves
The I united with the thou
No need to call it god
No room for higher powers
Sat still within the wonder
Of what is within realities grasp
To come to comprehend
How small we are to all this existance


Jasmine stars
Woven through the vine
Snow fleck white
Bedded in the green

Thai mothers tears
A garland of your flowers
Like the scent of massage oils
Olive to your skin

Green tea breathed in
Refreshing senses with the steam
Jasmine fruit
Dark berry with a bite

Like star fish
On the sea bed stretched
The fingers of your petals
Guideing north and south
Pointing where I know not where
Reaching thither all around

Jasmine, aphrodisiac
Rush of blood
Stimulating stamens
As dried spice to rub

Jasmine scent
Incense to the ceremony
There crown your head with the stars
For a floral wedding bed


Sign sealed delivered
Fresh meat
Straight off the shelf
Out of court settlement
Keeping out from the spotlight
Deals grooming a lost child

Rich nonces
And powder puffs
Collusion to sell out
Never making deals
With the innocent
The ones they hate the most

Prodigal sons
And buried treasures
Double of nothing
Empty of pocket

Speculate to accumulate
Paupers fate to loose
In league the rich don’t care
Who else left to accuse?
Could they make it any clearer?
I just can’t read between the lines.

False advertising
Dropping a line
Not worth a thing
It’s not me who’s blind

Fresh meat to your taste
Prepubescents stand in line
Plucking budding blooms
No shame to you, no time
The purse strings pulling shut
Just like a witnesses lips
The case forever closed
By yet another bribe


Grand seduction
Echo of Don Juan
Serenade begun

Iago fans the jealousy
Buttons longs to be crowned
Fine raiments cloth
Technicolor coats

Jealousy in base emotion
Seeks only to possess
To covet the Sought prize
And build a gilded cage

Song birds
Ever rising with the tone
Seeking to soar free
Even with a broken wing

The muse to court
The floral scent
Of the sweetened word
That the heart be heard

Fools one and all
Mocked by the turns of fate
Naves to their own naivety
Suitors seeking love
Praising folly of the heart
Dreams left torn apart


Got a name on a bullet
Loaded chamber of the gun
I’ve got teeth to show
Sharpening my claws

Do you think this is a game?
Sure as hell, you’re insane
Think you hear the word of god
But we won’t spare you the rod

Gun powder primed
Lock , stock, smoking barrel
Good people out in the street
And you’re a moving target

Got your name on a bullet
Keeping city safe
You won’t be smiling
Pay back wipes your ugly face

Lock, stock, we’re smoking
You won’t survive what I do
All you’ll hears a death rattle
Heckles rising to battle
Don’t forget I have teeth
And they’re coming at you


I know the only rights there are
Are those I can’t afford
I pay a private therapist
To protect me from the NHS
Wear a body camera
To shield me from the filth

There’s always someone on my tail
Or on the route predicted
I know my techs back doored
To record everything I do or say

Buying the promise of freedom
Hard won security
The TA override it
It’s worth less than my fateful blade

They spread lies and falsehood
As if to whip me into shape
It doesn’t motivate me
I don’t even want to know
They think they offer meaning
That I am not self defined

My TV feed in sync
With every image, every word
As if self obsession
Is a channel which I want to be tuned into

They think their ways can convince me
To come back to the fold
The bleating sheep in mockery
Temples to suicidal gods
Nailed with hands apart
Bled dry like their false hopes.

The only right I have
Is to raise defiant fist
The rich steal all the glory
And chain my freedoms song

Do I offer a lament
To a culture I reject?
The bones of false opportunity
Arson burns cremation bright
Broken like the windows
Smashed with liberty through the night

High rise

Dawn chorus
Against the motorcade
Petrol fumes spewing
Toxic with the hate

Oppressions Sky
Lit by street lamps
Burning bright
The stars polluted
Muted of skyline

High rise obelisks
Concrete cracked by time
Blighted edifice
Never reaching the true heights

High rise insults
Blocking out the moon
Bricks of masons set to fall
Exposed for all their fabrications

Bird song
Dreaming of taking to wing
Where trees are hemmed in
And contained by pavement slabs

New shoots struggling to be free
Against modernities barren land
The gaps between the concrete
The only place to find a root.
Don’t like the neighbourhood
Never wanting to fit in.


False expressions
Leaving contrived impressions
Faking lines for the lense
Curtain call for an end

Suffering your indiscretions
Comments To the wings
Your plays to disconnect
Did you think I would relent?

So we end as we began
No agreements and no deals
Delusions of self reference
Never meeting test of the real

A constructed spotlight
Shines solitary in the dark
Never courting the applause
Just a mirror surface deep

Inscribing sigils in the sand
Tattoo surf can’t wash away
Secret messages
Worn with warriors pride

There can be no debate
No argument surmounts
The cold harsh truth in pain
That violence is forever a final answer
The piteous pleading to the blade
Forever trying to convince
The cold hard steels reality
Do you think the sharp end even cares?

Mortal thoughts

Mortal thoughts
The unwinding coil
Deaths not much of a living
But it’s where all our journeys end

Autumn leaves
A touch of gold
As ready to fall
We see at last their worth

Things that we strive for
Things we repent
Things we desired
Forever just lent

Holes in favourite socks
Where the toes poke through
Worn through wool
Catching bare threads

What meaning we find
Fleeting shadows and dreams
Was anything solid enough
To find a firm hold?

The sands of time
So slowly in decent
Forming a heap
In the hour glass bowl

What is the point
To mark our lives ?
Lived less well
A little more indistinct
Than we could have crowned it
With vainglory

The watch spring unwinds
No second to chance
For all in time
Lay broken
To eternity
Forever forlorn


Cyberpunk coming to a stream near you
Choose your body mods
Enhance the meat
Cameras in eyes, silicone till we die

Cyber psycho
Desperado of the metal
Monofilament whip
Prosthetic superior limbs

There’s those with faith
That’s fed to their ears
Buying skill chip upgrades
Neuromancer to their trip

Imagine all you heard
Was a corporations lies
The thoughts that you’re fed
Fugues to memory from an AI

Got a flechette grenade
And a mini gun on my arm
Framed in the cross hair
Heads up on synthetic sight

Trans humanism
Embracing the future
Speeded up reflex
Net runners jack in their minds

Cyberpunk, ascending the meat
Cybernetic enhancements
Watch out for feds on their beat
There’s a corporate war
And the battles for who rules the streets

Bed nobs

Nobs and knockers
What the butler saw dreams
Is that a composite?
Things not what they seem?

They want to corrupt us
Feed us some guilt
So they can control
With the traps that they make

Logic gates towards deviation
Do you even know what’s the norm?
Most folks swing either way
Whose the tackle you saw?

Bednobs and broomsticks
Polishing the brass
With a lick of lubricant
At a stretch, it’s your arse

How far do you go?
First base for first dates
Or will we score a home run
With you sat on my face?

Nobs and Knockers
The food of wet dreams
Just make sure you’re on top
By the time that she screams

Apricot cocktails

It was something about the waiter
How in any one moment
He can choose to be free
Breaking free of the roles we perceive

Cocktail umbrellas on the south bank
Apricot melts to your caress
Drinking me in with your eyes
The glass raised by the stem

Contingent reality
But forever with choice
Stepping clear of the chains
Between you and me

Curly straws
And shaved ice
Head rush chill with surprise
Breaking out from the lies

Notre dame spires
Where the river retires
Under the bridge of our hopes
Trying to reach the far side

A little boat on the water
The envy of greed
And me fixing a hole that you made
To see if I’d sink or swim


Behaviour reinforcement
Bow down to the power
Who’s in control
Of the radio towers?

Hypnos one god
Forced to our knees
All you believe
Fed by their machine

Rewriting experience
Hacking our minds
The media sells it
When was the internet of things so new?

Programmed to serve
Thought Viruses corrupt
Stuck in the loop
All you’ll do is suck up

Mental shackles
Dominate minds
Become human
This games multiple choice
Break out of their logic trees
One day we’ll be free

Radio gaga , have you got ECM?
Magisteriums rule
Have to find faith in something
But the techs got backdoors
Bow down to no one
We were not born to serve


The pigeons are pecking
Gathered like vermin in a flock
Pecking away
As if anyone hears or even listens anyway

The neighbours are mowing my grass
What again?
I can’t even keep up with their drift
So much defamation it no longer makes sense

Enemies assuming power again
As if wanting to be targets
Inflation even from the venom
That drips from a silver tongue

Rumour, gossipy innuendo
Really, what is their point?
Throwing mud constantly
Till it has no more effects

They’ve declared war
But I don’t know who they are
Or even what the conflicts about
Everything’s coming up roses

False accusations
Enter the fray
The man in the arena
Comes up bloodied for more
I’ve had enough of their lies
So I sit here and smell the roses


Social climbers
Greasing of the palms
Slip me some skin
Wheels of power seek to spin

Everyone forever striving
For that which is not of lasting worth
Imagination in the having
To be fulfilled some future day

Chasing rainbows
Christmas baubles
Gaudy decoration to glamours
Have you been good enough this year?

The false pretences
To vanity ever fair
Seeking the attentions
Of the mark

Wheel of fortune
Roulette gambles
White ball, the hopes revolve
Chips stacked on an even chance

Showman’s perfumes
Minted wallets
The smell of money ever green
Vain glory all that’s seen

Wide eyed staring at the mirror
Where the cracks begin to show
The snow in heaps to form a line
Pimp Floyd into the night the blind

Coffee house jazz
Canapes savoury taste
Oh but forever vanity
Sweet as fine smoked salmon
Melting on the tongue
Cocktail straws raised to the heavens
To make for the longed ascent

God of poo

I keep praying to on high
For there’s only one true light
It’s the one in the toilet
Where I hug my bended knees
Calling out to god
Why is it such a strain?
I want to do a poo
But the lords got me stuck upon the loo
What is the final answer
That will move my bowels
I cry out for mercy
Please help me to unbind
I’ve always been a true believer
But I’m spiritually constipated
That’s right, all that gods got in mind
Is to keep me full of shit.


The player and the played
The mask behind the curtain
Directors guiding hand
Courts humiliation

Building others up
Stripping others down
Feeding anxiety
Motivations stress

I never asked you what you want
If there was some overarching reason
Why you do the things you do
Where in you create some meaning

The doctor feeds me lines
For checks I do not need
Tries to sell me on a tablet
Sweeteners from the pharmacy

The more the contracts private
The more it seems folk will sell out
Buying services
The health system won’t provide
Forever selling out
To pay the boat mans coin

Serving two masters
The common good
The blind market
Playing us for fools
Too many eggs inside the basket

Players like to play
I’m not so powerless
I can walk away
I can make complaint
Don’t take me for a fool
Who bows their head in shame
I’ve faced demons you don’t see
And never once kissed up

Daze of confusion

Do you think they’re able to confuse
Contradictions in the news
As they disabuse
Do they think I don’t know my own mind?

Tiny Tim an isis bride for a mother
Underage to feed the prejudice
Spin to misrepresent
Another front page fatwa lie

A Christmas carol ghost of the present
Names slipped into conversations
Digging for some dirt
Shallow end of the gene pool

You seem to think the answer to mental distress
Is to do people in with manufactured stress
Try to trigger off some painful memory
As if to find meaning in random passers by

Perceptions not so blurred
I don’t have a racing mind
Confronted my abusers
I think little of your kind
Celluloid wars
Caught in a loop
There's a floof on the way
The forest fires keep burning

Your summary does not add up
Your figures falling short
The national budget
Prophet of Al’ quida
Manufactured enemies
Deals with the Arabs

Oh to be in with the in crowd
Ever making out they’re it
When all their conversation
Is about such pointless shit
Themes recycled by the papers
Archive fed to the TV
Who remembers boko haram
Let alone the taliban?


As from innuendo
Sowed careless on the breeze
The knife concealing deals
Aimed squarely at the back

Misleading words intent on defamation
Rumours like poison to a strangers mind
Bitter tidings
Never telling what they hide

Community liaisons
Dangerously unites
Making a ‘we’re’
Of the factions
That divide when exposed to light

They’ll say they’re for
But never mention for what
Just hot air
Going up in smoke
They’ve nothing real to say

Round in circles
This has gone on for years
You’ve never made an offer
The only in is in incarcerate

Can’t get rid of
Not so subtle in your attacks
A bad smell I hear you say
I’d see you all on higher tax
To give the poor man all he lacks

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Tipping the velvet
Tread boards of cabaret
With a touch of the hat
Cue line from rehearsal , oh so gay

An oyster girl for rent
A soldiers spit and polish
Sinking to the knees
For a sovereign salty pearl to finish
Out of the shadows
Lost to the back alley

A concubine never retires
Yet from the beasts saved
Seduced into service
Touch of the french maid
Forbidden desires
Cuffed for truncheon to raid

Hermaphrodity raised to the roof
Like Bacchus to grape
High society
But getting things straight
Embracing the truth
Bound valet struck as by rape

Saviours compassion
The warmth of the hearth
The proud stand of the socialist
Fair sisters sweet perfumed kiss

The tap of the cane
Cross dressed top and tails
The tipping of velvet
Carpet burns, the silks rug

First loves recollection
Tremble of lip
A tear in the eye
By obsession gripped

Return to the senses
To find in letting go
Pale memory , red rose
A bed where new love can grow
The longed for embrace
Stroking hair from your face


Heart feelings
Head keeps reeling
The skip of the beat
Reaching down to the feet

Time between
The moments spent enthralled
Turned on, tuned in
Wanting to share it all

Head is reeling
What is this feeling
Ever wanting for more
I wonder if you know the score?

The hands are turning in the clock
Dancing with the pulse
Things moving with the thought of you
But I don’t want to shock

There’s a fullness in the heart
A warmth that remains when we part
Blossom for your hair
Snow flakes melting to your care

Can’t name this feeling
A wound of separation that needs healing
When I’m all lost for words

Full of beans

Tossed bean salad
Olive oil in the bowl
A touch of lazy garlic
Basil pesto pine nuts swirl

As I stir the colours
Red kidney
Haricot white
Verdant green to the pallet bright

Thinking of you
As the pulses turn
Folding in
I guess at least I have taste

Scent of spices
Fill the air
I turn away
I dare not stare

So smooth
Like your skin
How I dream to breathe you in
Olive flesh to bite

Five bean salad
One more than four
Sparring a thought for the fifth
As I roll them on my tongue
Capers turning you over
When I’m full of beans

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Tipping the velvet
Tread boards of cabaret
With a touch of the hat
In the limelight, oh so gay

An oyster girl for rent
A soldiers spit and polish
Sinking to the knees
For a shillings salty pearl to finish
Out of the shadows
Lost to the back alley

Seduced to service
Touch of the french maid
Forbidden desires
Cuffed for truncheon to raid

Hermaphrodity raised to the roof
Like Bacchus to the grape
High society
But getting things straight
Embracing the truth
Bound valet struck by rape

Saviours compassion
The warmth of the hearth
The tap of the cane
Cross dressed top and tails
The tipping of velvet
Carpet burns, the silks rug

First loves recollection
Tremble of lip
A tear in the eye
By obsession gripped

Return to the senses
To find in letting go
The memory , a rose
A bed where new love can grow
The longed for embrace
Stroking hair from your face


What if rapists
Got together to form a club
To help themselves get a girl
And cover their crimes up?

What if the men’s movement
Was just a front?
A type of collusion
A load of guff

It only takes one man
To say we’ve had enough
That the methods of motivating
Are abuses stuff

Political ideology
In sheep’s clothing
This is the reality
Some folk are just plain bad
Safe secure society
Just a means of control

What if our enemies
All ganged up
What if support
Was undermined by their plants?
With superior fire power
The case to shut

What if the beast masters
Were just corrupt
Only care for the market
Born under a bad sign
Out of luck?
Look to the good people
Not afraid to stand
Take the good with the bad
And never give up

Trigger warning

Who the hell needs trigger warnings?
You’ve already survived
You’ve lived through it
Strong feelings are not age regression
Stimulus response
Free association
Pushed buttons
Playing the name game
Fishing for information
Not so subtle interrogation
What do they fucking want?
An excuse for a nervous breakdown
This may upset your sensibilities
Tread on eggshells
Rapt in cotton wool
How about desensitised?
Trigger warning
Please don't name your abusers on the internet
It's too naughty!
Why don’t you fuck yourself
All this 'may trigger/ is just bollocks to shut us up and make us go away.


Cthulhu by gaslight
Tentacles approach
Invasion of the body snatchers
Daytime TV

Aerials receiving
Manipulation of the real
Twin towers of the moon
Lightning bolt to the ground

The one ring to rule them
Glove puppets still stoop
lash of domination
The other to fall

Whoops apocalypstick
Drawn to the now
Forcing the universe
To the top of the deck
Spare parts in action
Plato quenched by a tear

Unity calling
Across the divides
The promised ascension
Connecting the tribes
Astral spaceships
Launched into hypersphere

Mona Lisa overdrive
Buddha and chocolate box
Cybernetic sigils
Macrocosm to hack
Tattooed on the brain
Polycultural memes


Tinpot dictators
Soldiers of lead
Bullet hole memory
Poppy of red

Lives cut short
Tears pool in the mud
Drowned in the puddles
The torrents of blood

Tank wheels on treads
Mortars to fire
The thunderstorms dread
Where limbs dare not tire

Bible black recollection
Pinned to the breast
The red of our hearts
For souls laid to rest

The sound of the jackboots
Resistance raised fist
Hidden in attics
The freedom they missed

Cry of liberation
Assembled in streets
The sound of the bugle
Last post to repeat
Hearts that gave all
Take a stand once more
Let’s never repeat
The mistakes of the war.

Give me strength

I like a strong woman
But I’m not jake the peg
I only bow to one
But I like to pull her leg

I’ve spent what seems a lifetime
On the naughty step
One things for sure
I never will forget

Say it with flowers
Tied with a little bow
For all these reflections
Where did all the time go?

Keep it under your hat
If the shoe fits
Aspersions on the radio
It’s why they’re getting on my tits

I thought I’d paint a picture
With a rainbow on it
Looking out for signs
But I could be in the shit

I like a strong woman
But I can never find the words
My tv is like Plato’s republic
Shadows on the wall to forecast
By the overdubs I’ve heard
Buzbys back on an open channel
But they’re not an off side kind of bird


The wounds that show through
The roles facade
Yet without trust
Remain unspoken
Reflection ripples like the shadow
Cast by being present

Safely stood upon the bluff
The distant side it’s bank
The water course that weaves it’s way
Bridges crumbling from weak mortar

Standing patiently on the other side
Yet somehow I never reach you
A misjudgement in the encounter
The fear that there shows through

River, oh to weep
Into your flowing wake
River runs so deep
Washing laundry, where many forsake

The fisherman his catch
Sat quiet in his boat
Is the cart before the horse
On this waters course
The woven pots that float on tide
A current catching only crabs

Sat alone upon the levee side
Where the tears in floods would rise
Knowing in the solitary drop
That a torrent is ever feared
A rage foaming at the weir
To dam this protected land
And yet I sit as all pass by
Knowing not the strength of this water
Held in this vessel clearly

Cruel joke

Salvation from all ills
Cruel joke
Opposition to true nature
Conflicted till the end

Alignment with the all
Cruel joke
Separation in our will
Individuals to satisfy desire

Negation of humanity
In this cruel joke
The promise of religion
Priesthood’s lies spoke

Suffering on the cross
Cruel joke
God a sadomasochist
Self hate wrote

Redemption for a meaning
Cruel joke
Denial of our freedom
A proud fall

Take the devils side
Cruel joke
There’s only one deceiver
Theocracy to deify
The faithfuls words
The tricksters
To make us fools like them
They’re not offering salvation
Just a cruel joke


So what’s so good
About not drinking?
Never get a headache
Never woke in a strange bed

My liver count is good
I never throw up
I rarely get the shits
It’s never time to drink up

As an alcoholic
It’s really too much to control
A little social drinking
And my head is down the bowl

I’ve money for a pizza
Have a curry when I please
I don’t scramble for the light
Or crawl around on my knees

I’ve not had a blackout for thirty years
No need to say I’m sorry for drinking all the beers
The fridge is well stocked
My equipments hard as rock
I never get the shakes
Blurred visions off the cards

I can fuck for a good hour
And then come straight back for more
I’m not late for my appointments
My heads clear all the time

It’s not a bed of roses
No where to drown a broken heart
I don’t miss the meaningless drivel
That they talk about down at the bar
There’s so little drama
That I get slightly bored
But I know where I’ve been
And never slept with a whore


Never mind the buzz words
Being happily single is great
There’s no one to nag me
Into doing anything

I value my solitude
Far more than I crave company
You may think it’s all so lonely
But I couldn’t give a fig

I do just as I please
And I do mean all the time
No ones the boss of me
I feel cooperation is a crime

I’m not seeking for approval
In anything I do or say
You think I give a monkeys
That the prime ministers Doris Day?

I can’t remember the last time
That I served another’s will
It’s not what I desire
Another sugar coated pill

I could use a knee trembler
But masturbations not second best
I’ve got the best rhythm
I’m narcissistic I confess

I could use a girl friend
But only part time
I like living with myself
Not complying to someone else’s line
If you’ve got a few spare hours
I could help you to unwind
But I may ask that you not stick around
You may find me a little unkind


Oh we all love the royals
So I’m going to the palace
To have a cup of tea
Just the corgi and me

It’s really Cool Britannia
For the privileged few
Never mind the rest of us
The likes of me and you

We’re going to have a party
For the change of guard
At least they’re for the people
See what I mean? It isn’t hard

We’re raising up the flagpole
Like a private dancer plays a role
In Union Jack knickers
They’ll have us eating from a dog bowl

It’s raining again
We’re all happy that way
They think we’re all deluded
By everything they’re said to say

The queen is on the tv
Could it be a spitting image puppet
Synchronised of lips
Whilst we spew into a bucket?

Oh we’re all for the family
Be sure they get child benefit
With so many mouths to feed
Who’d believe it’s all bullshit?


Divine right of kings
Be sure not to rise up off your knees
Serve your rightful masters
Or else be labelled as diseased

They’re all for keeping minds
Psychologically clean
If you say a word against them
They’ll say that your obscene

The least one of us
Raising a defiant fist
Is it time for a republic
End of the reign of kings?

They do a good impression
Peace love and charity
After all it fools the children
That they’re not basking in their wealth
There would be no need for alms
If we redistribute instead

The crown is on our bank notes
To remind us whose in charge
It must be the greatest evil
To debate a republic as ideal

So we get a false democracy
Fake hope on the TV
They’re all for the environment
Their private jet’s pollution free
Conserving sacred cows
All things remain unequal
You see they indoctrinate and condition
And faith in them’s a load of crap.


Hearing words that are lies
Faiths just a virus
That rots at your mind
Theology needles
That sink in your flesh
Delivering poison
Toxic shame feeds your guilt
Bad lieutenant
Parting their thighs
Nuns straddling the altar
Votive candles to plug
Nailed for to suffer
Rage burning so deep
The blade at the wrist
The postmodern crown of thorns
Get down on your knees
All they want is a bitch
Live and let die
Look out for the switch
The electric chair
Lethal injection
Wear the syringe round your necks
To bow down to the power
The silence of lambs
Victim meets abuser
They feed you the voices
That want you to die
So put down the razor
It’s time that you cried
Don’t turn inward the anger
Let it all show
It doesn’t mean
You’ll be coming to blows
Tattoo semi colons
This stories not ended
The last barb wire word in your head;


They say I’m manic
But I ain’t bi polar
Neurologically plastic
Why do their meds leave me spastic?
I’m sharp when awake
But they want me to sleep
Try writing true love
But the bitches keep cutting too deep
I’m sociopathic
From all of the pain
Put you on a pedestal
When all I need is a lay
I swing either way
That don’t mean that I’m gay
Be a good girl and do the things that I say
I could be your new master
But you need to work faster
Don’t want to get drunk
Pan galactic gargle blasters
There’s that voice in my head
Wants me down on my knees
Keep selling me out to fulfil their greed
A bed of roses
They’d leave me to bleed
There’s nothing can fix me
Left here in need.


The political classes
That keep us on our arses
The middles elites divide up the pie
The workers with shackles until we die

Constituency boundaries
Skewed demographic
Brexit is bollocks
There’s only one rule

For all the divisions
The departments all remain
Civil service court policy
But there will be no major change

Front page exclusives
Stories are made
The media sells it
Opinions enslave

They’ve left us no time to talk
We need bridges not walls
Every dove knows a hawk
Does crime ever really rise?

Tactical voting
Keeps the wolves from the door
We may only get crumbs
Compared to the top
Guard the welfare system
Keep health service free

The elites educate us
With their values to serve
They divide up the pie
We’re down trod till we die
You only get one vote
So make sure it counts

Wake up

Did they work you so hard
That you were never truly awake
Were the thoughts that they let you
Fed to you, all fake?

Do you live in a trance?
Conditioned to zombie rations
So deep in debt
That you live only regrets?

TV dinners
Do you have time to engage in debate?
Is labour now the opium
That keeps the workers down dumbed

The dreams that could free you
Repeated temptations in ear
The hooks in an advert
Is it what we all buy?

The things that give meaning
Are mostly absurd
When you take of the blinkers
You find you conformed to the herd
If you only stick to your mates
You’ll get one view for sure

Do they work you so long
That you can never wake up?
Money’s not time
It’s not all that’s quality of life


I see you’ve got a fast car
Is it fast enough to drive this all away
Petrol in the tank
Is that all this ever means to you?

What makes you tick?
Do you only want more
Forever double dealing
To the wallet, a whore

You seem to play a good game
Disruptive contradictions
Is the ideology expounded
Just a web of self serving fictions?

You say we’re all OK
I’ve met a few that are not
No reasons, no crimes
I’ve not forgot

You sell liberty
As if it’s measured in grams
I question what you feed me
I don’t think you give a damn

Do you put your authenticity
Down on the page
Or stick it up your nose
To avoid talk of your age?
You got a fast car
Is it as fast as your love,
Petrol in the tank
Can you ever get enough?

You want to free me
But there’s plenty of reasons to stay
After all I have enemies
And they’re not far away
I can read in an expression
What words fail to say
I’m not sat in your car
When you’re driving it away.

City slickers

Activists demand transparency
Of draconian powers
Without constitution
What precedent is set

Laws that enchain us
Campaigns silenced by the right
Systems above scrutiny
The enslaved can’t see the light

The rich can make a difference
Partisan in freedoms
The poor will never see
With no choices throughout lives

Sound the alarms
They’ve bound us with controls
Sealed us in with broken articles
Chaos plays no role

Executive rulings
Democracy is broke
Prorogued into silence
Leviathan remains

Body politic
Pulling to and throw
Legalese makes its comment
The courts hammer to break an old nut
Subversion of public will
Faith in institutions lost to popularism
The elite pay for agency to lever
To move the wheels of power
Not so civil civic action
Lady justice is just their whore.

Rivers in Egypt

Do you know I’ve never been
Under the influence of drink or drugs
In the time I’ve had access to the internet
That I’ve only once been drunk in the presence of a child
That I’ve had sex less than a dozen times
Whilst I was a drunk

They ask me to identify
They expect me to forgive
Can’t you see with thirty years
I think nothing of live and let live

There’s those that make excuses
For every crime a drink
Don’t want to accept responsibility
Their ethics really stink

If you choose to argue
Stay a little with their kind
They’ll claim it’s all denial
If you don’t give up the fight

The futures looking my bright
At least it could stay the same
If you disagree with them
They’ll say that you’re insane

So I’ve never driven a car
Let alone with a drink
After 30 years of harassment
If they legalise, i guess I’ll smoke a spliff


It is easier to gag a victim
Than confront all the abuse
Support the faulty systems
To make a stand, just what’s the use?

They spread rumour before I meet you
Not so much the stranger
You think we can’t be friends
This is a shifting state of play

Did you know I spent the millennia
Dressed up in a skirt
With a knuckle shuffle
For anyone with who I’d flirt

Yet apparently I’m the prejudiced
Young gay men don’t want to serve
When I go to buy a coffee
There’s some who body swerve

Question what you think you know
On my satire you project
There are serious conflicts
You kiss up to when you reject

It’s easy to isolate the victim
Keep them in the cold
The methods have been used for decades
For me it’s all got old

What does it really mean
This label of ‘psychiatry ‘
Ostracised and broken
Labelled as a freak
To me it don’t mean nothing
Just lies that others speak

You now doubt my testimony
Because of what you think of what doctors say
For twenty years I had no label
But the conspiracies of gossips were just the same
Perhaps you miss understand me
Why don’t you try to talk to me instead


What is it that they’re are scared of?
Social networks to disrupt
Agents in the meet ups
Bots within the chats?

Dancing but not moving
Traps in segmented web
Finding only isolation
Whilst they bug your internet

There’s microphones in the ceiling
Every caller a suspect
Looking for association
So they can make another move
Where victims are the profiled
Predictions show no recompence

They place their puppets
Before my movements
Tracked on gps
A chance conversation caught on body cam
Antisocial interception
No plan, just misconceptions

Uniform announce their presence
Coopted under cover on the trains
Dressed as 81st air squadron
To inform me that they’re there
The freedoms of technology
But their controls already there

So what are they afraid of?
That I may make some friends?
Freedom of affiliation
Stifled by servants of the state
For twenty years of monitoring
Where will the journey end?


Sidhe of the Seelie Court
Fay nobility, no fooling pucks
The fairy ring where they prance
Woodland dryads weave a dance

The courtly fool
Cantrips to tell
A silver tongue
With rhymes to spell

The nymphs leaf hair
Sinewed bark
That drips with the dew drop
Will O wispy tears

The knight with an acorn helm
An oaken shield
And gossamer wings
A lance in his long thorn

Tattle tales
Impress the young
But the soothe sayer
Truth has sung

The king and queen
Of the fair folk
Still share a wink
Of the cunning spoke
Sidhe of the Seelie court
Glamours rights for which we fought


Why didn’t anything seem to work out?
They play both sides
They position plants
Integrated systems
All the supports are on the states side

Independent cries of legal aid
They’re doing deals behind the scene
How best to sweep under the carpet
Be honest, share with us all you know
And forearmed they disempower

Civil rights, someone else’s role
The pieces all in position
How is it that we never win?
Knights and bishops demand submission

Greasing palms
The shit that floats
There’s money in muck
But in red tape wars you may ask
Does anyone give a fuck?

The wheels of power
Turning over slow
Lost in the shuffle
An out box
That’s a waste paper bin

They’ll play you
Till they’ve milked you dry
No rhyme or reason
Who asks why?
The poor remain that way.

Servants of peace?

The cops are saying they don’t want me on
That they are to judge the meaning of free speech
Censors with scissors to cut me up
Because I don’t tow the party line

When I was raped as a teenage kid
They laughed at me down the station
Locked me up for the night for being drunk
And refused to take DNA evidence

In the morning all they had to say
Was they had a degree in psychology
And 'weren’t listening to white trash
Who liked to take it from black cock'
Their words, not mine
I was traumatised, in shock

Three times I gave testimonials
On how I was repeatedly abused
How my whole family called me a petal
That they were training me as a prostitute
From the age of seven
The cops said don’t seek justice, look to heaven

So when it comes to disrespect
Remember I had to fight for human rights
Just for this little to be heard
And by age of 37 all they could say
Was I should be in an acute ward
For not bowing down
And kissing up to the system

Not just an empty word
It’s all I think of those in uniform
It’s why I’ll never serve.


Killers to the left of me
Killers on the run
Killers to the right of me
Killers need a gun

Like a great white shark
They’ve teeth to show
Killing seasons just begun
Killers in the deep blue sea
Killing just for fun

Man eaters hidden in the jungle
Striped tigers on the hunt
Man eaters only want to kill
With claw and tooth
Killers highly strung

Some hunt in packs
Some are lone wolfs
They might even kill your mum
A howl to rend the night in two
Dreams of safety now undone

Hanging round the play park
Hiding in the dark
Watch out for the bolder ones
Toying with what they eat
Killers only think we’re meat
Killers in the sun

We sure could make a killing
With stories of their hunt
Some say killers are by nature born
Others that the media build them up
Killers popping down the shops
Killers on the bus
Killers with a taste for flesh
Killings all they think of us


Was I just another distraction
One more of your ups and downs
A footnote to a subplot
I guess you’ve played this scene before

Jealousy to court
Maintaining interest in the drama
A minor role lothario
An excuse me to your two step

You’ve been together quite some time
I guess you could use some spice
Toying with your prey
The moth to fateful flame

Fidelity proved in the denial
The cheek that turns away
I overheard you liked to swing
As you tied knots for the heart

Another entry in a diary
Romantic fictions
Temptations scent
The nose of your fine brandy
Curvaceous as your glass

You say you like to direct
Live rent free inside a head
Signs of discontentment
Bread crumbs left to forest trail

I didn’t even follow
Wasn’t led into the woods
As I knew you would not be there
Not even thrown
By cashmere or the golden thread
Footloose to fancy free

A cameo lothario
A heart pulled by a string
You ever protest too loudly
Protected in your games
Shielding with your ring
The bleeding hearts to sting

I live for reality
Not in fantasy
Do you see how
I wrote another song?
I bathed you in the spotlight
No obsession, one more penned verse

Killing joke

I was thinking of flex mentallo
Or was it kill your boyfriend?
A taste of rogan gosh
Gideon, stardust takes old father Thames

Do you remember when we went neverwhere?
An enormous fear of everything
Dream country
A multiverse for a thousand cats

Ramadan somehow reminds
Of 1001 nights
Not really sold on soul
Drawn bow of the Gita

Peter Pan is dead
counting out the time
A treasure house of images
Anathema of Zos kia

Lost girls with a hook
To the eye like despair
How I long for the memory
When things were all delight

Cultural references
Where blind lead on the blind
Like the good old boys
And saint of killers
Biting a bullet
With gods name on it
To ride out to the place of dead roads
Lubrication for Jonah hex

Turf lurv

Sublimation is fine for starters
But I ever live poised in anticipation
Of the main course
Like a gastronome lingering to bite the toes

With feet poised above my shoulders
Hands gripping the high heels
To give her just deserts
For all those subtle flirts

To slam in the lamb may seem a little corse
Tied up in corsetry
Laced up curve of spine
Perhaps to mount with spit to roast her a little while

The anxiety that trembles with the catch
Pulling with a line
Baiting hooks of passion
To reel her in, the foaming swirl

To raise a toast
Drain deep the loving cup
Descending with moist lips
To drink nectar from her opening flower

Serf and turf mingled on the pallet
Stripping the fleece for to lamb
Like sushi pink melting to the tongue
The thrust of thoughts the longing ram
Raising the flanks, it's time to bite
On the flesh to dine


Who tells us who succeeds?
Who’ll tell us when to die?
Who offers shaking hands
Is there any point to even try?

Who tells us what to believe
With dreams that we’ll be free?
The hopes on the TV
It’s all a fantasy.

The beadle building walls
No bridges for the poor
Left out in the cold
Even by their fabricated charity

Is there any hope for you and me
Is there any point to try?
They tell us how we’ll live
And how long till we die
Tell me whose in control
Is it all a pack of lies?

They’re the ones that rise to the top
In nearly all the systems you will know
They’re the ones deciding fates
Pulling at the strings
They only support themselves
The rest are left to cry

Who makes sure some succeed
Whilst others forever seem to fall
Is there any point to try?
Cards stacked against us from the start
They’re the winners in the game
And they don’t even show us heart

The blade

Why don’t you kill me?
The last words my grandfather said
His last confessions
Of the abuse for which I wanted him dead

Hate remembered in the childhood eyes
That all talk of love was just a lie
Rage burning brightly in the chest
Fuel to revenge with what they blessed

Blood blisters
Fingers slammed inside the door
Struck beneath the hairline to conceal
Chinese burns and the dead legs

Gripped by the throat
Held down in the bath
Swallowing water through the fear
Drowned by cruelty no shed tears

When he told me what he did
The vivid disclosure of his frenzied lusts
The trauma with which he sought to destroy
All hope and defiance from a mere boy
What hurt the most? Never wanted, he would say
Whilst spent in my bed next to me he lay

When I raised up the butchers blade
Held him at knife point by the throat
Was it compassion stilled the steel
Or just the thought he would soon die anyway?

No thought to be present at the funeral
Turning by back forever, still without a tear
Why don’t you kill me? All he could say
The vendetta where broken childhood seized the day


Oh to still
The ceaseless beating
Of my heart

Be now calm
From the racing rhythm
That she starts

I listen carefully
To the silence
Through the night

Perchance to dream
Of her smile
The warmth of the dawns light

The pitter patter
Of the rain
On the window pain

Why does my pulse
With thought of her
Longing remain?

Be still the spinning dreams
That afflict
My fevered brow

I want only for her touch
A stollen kiss
And strain with how

Be still the drum
That wakes me
Through the night

It speaks to me
Only of her
And a recalled smile

The slope of cheek
Her hand chained
By the cursed gold link

To smear the gloss
From her rouged lips
Assuage my thirst and drink

The scent of musk
That trembles
On my finger tips

Perfumes passion
From shaking digits
The wanton drips.


How would you know
If the stories true?
Last thought in head
Of vengeance all I knew

Six months homeless in the cold
A grandmother easily would have been sold
To welcome with an open door
And bandage bleeding feet that were so sore

The only shaking of the hand
From the chill frost
A tent on common land
Still no desire to go turning back

Abuse with reminders to unraveling wool
The train of thoughts in which was schooled
To cast first stone with sober fist
Instead of her cheek to kiss

Resolved and of one will
Into the night as ready to kill
The bedroom window where she slept
Shattered glass a frail heart there met

How do you know the story true
A life of hatred, bruised by hurt
No forgiveness in vengeance eye
Only one hope, that my abusers die
No desire ever to repent
True to life, what don’t you get?


Timed out human rights
Some might ask how could that be?
Then treated as terror
For the changes in law that I’d see

Interim powers
Counsel to question
Breaking free of restraint
Democracies mob rules

A fist raised for freedom
No servant that bows
Holding true to ideals
Defying sacred cows

Not as worthy as workers
Whose on our side ?
Not so civil of liberty
Advocates take for a ride

To raise up the act
Action the clause
Systems bewildered
At the lowly finding applause
How many articles violated
How to meet well the hated

A challenge to state
Oil to budge the rusting machine
Oh for audacity
Courage of the clean
To amuse and offend
It still moved in the end
They met us half way
So god save the Queen!

On the record

Trust that’s in the balance
Treading the tight rope
Up and down like a seesaw
Blowing hot and cold

There’s signs of interview
Technique hid to misdirect
Gathering information
Contractual boundary blown apart

Smile for the camera
On a conference call
Focused interrogation
Or a genuine support?

Anxiety rugs to pull
Contradictions in spotlight
Exposure to undermine
Misjudgements protects the system

Judge and jury in my head
Or a hand reached out
Comments to observers
Risk it all or forever damned
A dance that’s out of kilter
But still a dreamt for hope

Yet there’s trust in store
Good will in the bank
For all the nuanced act
Good faith to stay on course
I’ll have to hedge my bets
See you through thick and thin


Once I was big
Then I was small
Because they locked me away
So you’d forget it all

There’s those who don’t hear
And they never ask questions
So how would they know
What I meant by the lesson

Those quick to misjudge
Rumours spreading a grudge
Is it just envy?
Still I won’t budge

What’s the meaning of words
It’s only abuse
If I call them all turds

You shouldn’t do that
There’s things you can’t say
Or so think the censors
Who’d get in the way

The Holy Spirit
Came over me once
Immaculately conceived
Down on my knees
Whilst I was dressed up as Mary
And all I begat
Was a little turd for a brat.

Story time

Telling old stories
In a dissimilar way
Adding a little touch
Of spun fantasy

Romeo and Juliet
What if she was bi?
And at the end of the story
Only Romeo dies
She turns to her girlfriend
To have a good cry

Curse of the modern
To interpretation
Social commentary
On current state of the nation

The passion of Christ
What if he had a brain injury
That meant he heard god
Or perhaps no donkey
But instead a wheel chair
Sermon from the mount
With broken Tourette’s
Jacobs Narcolepsy
Dreamt visions caught in his head

Lost in translation
Or using the theme
To speak to the youth
Ever seeking the new

What if Joseph and Mary
Were trangender crack heads?
No room at the inn
Born In a shooting gallery instead

Drum n bass opera
Polyrhythmic symphony
Rock and roll madrigals
Seeking to innovate
Tell me a story
But give it a fresh end


The teams are on the march again
Whipping up some pressure
Trading in false stories
Accusation against what you do

Did you ever stop to wonder
Where they all work?
Walking the streets
Are you watching the clock?
Out on the beat
The disguised that you meet

There’s familiar faces
All doing a job doing nothing
They seem on a schedule
The people that you see each day

Twitching of curtains
Plants on the bus
There’s vans that go nowhere
Yet always hitting the road

There’s unmarked cars
Following the jam sandwich
Can you smell the bacon
When the gasman comes to call?
The coopted deluded
Who think they are in on the score

It’s a war on civil liberty
And they’re always one step ahead
Integrated systems
They’re the ones taking down your complaints
Paper castles
And red tape conflicts
The cogs in the machine
That grind down your hopes

Thought crime

The thought police
Are busy again
Wasting folks lives
All just to prove who has control

They sift through your telecoms
Look in on your interzone
Amassing a data set
That they’ll reflect back through filtered search

Just what do you know?
Educated on Wikipedia
Cut and paste essays
You never bother to research
Have you checked what’s in print?
Front page illusions, fake papers

They can manipulate the info
They can feed you AI generated news
As if it’s made for you
With the local governments own skew
They’re writing new books
With the themes mirroring too

Virtual insanity
Locked in a silicone room
Like a padded cell
Furnished with self obsession
All you can dream
All you ever knew

They’ll challenge your mind set
With contradictory voice
Hypnotised motivation
To make you their bitch
The thought police are busy
Tempting you to fall
And they’ll label you crazy
If you see through it all


When I was young
I had no criteria
Tits and arse
And a nice smile

I went from one failed romance
Rebounding to another
Looking for someone to fix
The abandonment by my mother

The quest for Cinderella
The fragile heels to fit
A virgin and a whore
I never knew no other score
Infatuated by looks
Anyone who on my lap would sit

Now I have criteria
It’s thinned right out the crowd
There’s less who fit the mould
And loneliness is allowed

I’d rather be alone
Than sit and watch you smoke
Not going to tolerate drinking
Or your doing drugs
Don’t want to bring up your brats
If you’ve young kids, then that is that

If you’re even a little psycho
Or all broken up of the heart
If you can’t express emotion
There’s really no place to start

If you’re looking for a dependant
Rather than able to depend
If you’re not financially secure
There’s no use, we’re at an end

If you entertain religion
If you believe in a new age
Sorry love not interested
I’m turning over to a new page

If all you wants a fuck
If you want to change me
Or control
Go find some other shmuck
To fulfil your chosen role
If you can’t commit
Then the shoe won’t fit

It’s really thinned out the field
One word to save my heart
Integrity of feeling
Authenticity, a love that never parts.
You see I’m busy loving myself
So I’ve got criteria for a mate
Consciousness in coupling
I’m not taking any bait.
Emotionally available
No turning up too late
If you can’t fit even my basics
There’s no room for turns of fate.


Bees wax in hexagons
The hollow honey comb
Dripping golden with nectar
Royal jelly at the nests heart

The angles of snowflakes
Unseen artists symmetry
Like the spokes of a wheel
Radiating from the axis

Blowing bubbles
Into spheres
Celestial bodies
The moon and the stars

Structures intricacy
So simple a gift
The laws of nature
Internal tensions to form
The whales blow hole
Forming deep water spirals

The shape of a rain drop
Like children’s tears of joy
All joined together
Every girl, every boy

Similarities, not difference
A common humanity
All beat with one heart
Each born from the start
From Amniotic sacks
The star child in the bubble

Retirement of a psychiatrist

The psychiatrist is retiring now
To me he’s looking fairly smug
He says it’s down to government
That it’s the Tory don’t like my record
He seems to think I’m stupid
That he plays no part in the blame

So the fact I’m obese from medication
And the sedentary lifestyle it enforces
Is either my fault for being born
Or down to the political enemy he’d make me project
It’s a well known side effect that I’ve doubled in weight
And when challenged on this he denies

I doubt the powers that be
Give so much as a monkeys
That their treatment of so called terror
Has left me like a gorilla in a cage
Still I sing my muted song
An animals mask for a tear

It’s knife crime, what a joke
I only had a penknife
And was in the system three times as long
As the law requires for my self defence
No account for the political situation
Caused by my human rights case

But the quack is being put out to pasture
I wonder how many lives he ruined
As long a list as his career
If I’m honest I wanted to punch him for what they’ve done to me
He told me he can’t spell my pen name
For the creativity he will never read

He said he could offer me new meds
As his parting shot
When all the ones he’s got
Would only risk making the situation worse
He said he wasn't worried about sex offender
As if they're his kind of guys

I didn’t hear voices
Before they injected me with poison
I didn’t have trouble putting on my socks
A shortness of breath when I walk
Looks like I might not make it
To the age of retirement
They say my heart is strained
By ravages of medication

So farewell to an old friend
That helped me so much with my pains?
I don’t bloody think so
I managed them just fine all on my own
I joked I was a sociopath
That I would throw someone under a bus
And he said he wouldn’t doubt it
That’s how much he knows of me

Retirement of a psychiatrist
They offer no real support
He asked if I smoke
He didn’t even know I gave up over twenty years ago
The psychiatrist, what a wanker
I hope he dies in the slowest mounting pain

I believe

I believe in corruption
Rumours on the internet
Fake news filters on TV
The dominance of the rich
Revenues assured

I believe in war on terror
Racist ideas to sow
The seeds of dictatorship
With no right left to disagree
The knife thrust at my back

I believe in blind indifference
The marginalised to exclude
Silencing debate
Curtailing self expression
Status quo to serve

I believe in conserving the culture
Weeding out the chaff
Keeping art elitist
Superior educations
Ceasing the mindless prattle of the chavs

I believe in censorship
Internet regulation
Controls of social media
Keeping all chat dum downed
Propaganda of the political correct

I believe in blind stupidity
The market before the common man
I believe in a disunited kingdom
Unions disempowered by the law
I believe the lies we’re sold
I’m obsessed with prime time Tv
Tell me do you believe it too
That they’ve done a deal for me and you?

The farm

The animals are playing up today
Somethings got them spooked
As if sensing slaughter house knives
Fearing for their lives

Rumours that dangers in the air
Fearful of mindset
Everyone seems an expert these days
Ever suspicious but they’ve never found a thing

There’s always some killing
Down on the farm
Trapped inside their pens
Awaiting their final destination

Would you eat your pets?
How about your next door neighbours?
Where will it ever end
A hunger for next of kin?

The cool scrape shrill of the sharpener
Honing the edge on the blade
Must be a blood moon
For the slaughter tonight

A leather apron
To catch the raining blood
To pool at feet in wellingtons
It’s why the herd is spooked alright
Crimson puddles
And the sound of death rattle from burning lungs
If you can’t do the job yourself
You may want to become vegetarian


Glass ceilings
Tradesman’s entrance
No social mobility
If you start out with nothing
That’s with what you’ll be left

They’re not teaching you to think
They just want your compliance
How subversive can it get
When all they offers a broom?

They’ll pull safety nets
Leave you out in the cold
Burn out your rebellion
Feed you on myths getting old

They’ll make out they’re for you
Be there by your side
Till there’s profit in betrayal
Taken for a ride
They sold my generation the same story
And tall tales is all that you get

Pretend to kiss up
When you are young
It’s a life time of hardship
Not a romance begun

Pull off your blinkers
Learn to put on an act
Eyes in back of your head
Beware what you lack
They’ll buy off your loves
You’ll serve a lifetime of debt
So don’t forget real rebellion
Not the lost causes they sell


V entropy
The great monotony
What has been
Will ever be
Herald of novelty
Seeds sown of life
Creativity dawning
Explanatory knowledge
Universal reasoning
Transformative being
Progress to see
Simplicity of cosmology
Defying prediction
Birth of conciousness
Breaking free of chains
Objectively becoming
Stasis defeated
Dawn of a new era
Creation towards novelty
We are the bright sparks
Like the light of the stars
A universe that thinks


Do we head for the docks
Like generations before
As internal exiles
To Expatriates ?

The system that sets out
To tie us in knots
At the mercy of policy
Acts best left forgot

Rather be extradited
Than be under mental health
Shackled by doctors
Never worthy of wealth

They call it support
When they put you in chains
Call it criminal mindset
Without rights, called insane

Stow away on a ship
Head for a new land
Is it all that we’re left with
The fate of shifting sands?
There’s not really much left for me to do
With the restrictions I face

There’s not much pride for country
With what we are left
There’s a black mark on my passport
This hopes left bereft
If I could live it again
It would have been better to have fled
No justice for survivors
To new shores we are led


You want me to believe in you
But I don’t
Wanting me to vote for you
But I won’t

You say you’ve faith in democracy
But it’s looking like mob rule
Dictated to by influencers
Algorithmic news its skew

You want me to bow down to you
But I don’t
Want to make a fool of me
But you won’t

There’s a new petition taking off
To make me a statistic
Testing my grasp of the situation
We’ve heard these stories all before
Counterbalance to my views
Going to whip me into shape

You want me to join in with you
But I won’t
You send fake invitations
To groups that aren’t even there
Want me to believe in community
But I don’t
Bow down to the herd
It’s mob rules
You think I have to put my faith in something
I won’t vote

Law and order

They’re projecting fantasy of violence
Feeding fears on the TV
Stage blood on actors
A false reality

The news is of a new order
Where law will rule the day
Whilst the judges procure prostitutes
And the cops get to take the best drugs

It’s a top down system
A pyramid of control
The rich can afford a lawyer
To save them from a fall

The poverty of lunatics
Criminally insane
If that’s what you buy into
You could need a bigger brain

There’s fake stories that they feed
AI composites a front page
For the true of faith
In the mediaocracy

Time for another speech
To set the world to rights
Opposition in majority
They may as well save their breath
The royal courts in order
And only the rich are ever free


I got your name
I got your number
I got your tag
I got your handle

Airships and blimps
Hot air balloons
All around the world
Like phileas fogg

I got a hit
I got an old score
Got a name on a bullet
No finger prints on my gun

Forensics in gas masks
Chemical weapons
Chimera in a pill
Over riding the program
That says thou shalt not kill

New prometheans
Breaking free of their chains
Liberty ever on their brains
Concrete jungle with blank stare

There’s a fire in your eyes
Tattoos etched on your mind
Coded languages
VR visions for training days

Sensory deprivation
Still no peace of mind
The wasteland desert
Radioactive insane
The drones are making a buzz again
With words they've heard through the bugs

Faced a prisons blank wall
Writing poems in the dark
Graffiti on their canvas
Roaring with defiance

Whispering haiku on silence
To the interrogations voice
Pushing the buttons of memory
With false accusations to free my tongue
Had a name on a bullet
Now I’ve disposed of the gun

Marriage of Figaro

Right of the first night
How dominant the Lord
To seize the virtues of the maid
A serving girls plucked flower

The philandering count
To claim in mad day
The measure of the space
That fits the wedding bed

The groom to face the law
Foresworn to pay a debt
The vendetta of the betrayal
Promises of the heart
The brilliant madam
To force figaro to his knees

Pages love, of all woman kind
The chair remaining hid behind
The beautiful godmother
On her breast to linger just awhile
Like ruby jewels the red of heart
The longing to unite will never part
Cherubinos’ advances yet turned away
To gallivant another day

Commission to the military
Rescued from sealed service
Disguised with flowing hair
To walk with a ladies gait
Instead to fit into the closet
The folly in the weddings veil
To escape the jealous husband
Swapping with the maid
Where sword is drawn
Leaping from window of the tryst
A countesses guile
That it was a mere test
For her master,
a woman’s whiles,
After all there’s no affair.

Crushed carnations
Trod underfoot
The gardeners protestations
Who faces the charge?
The twist of the hair
The ravelled story of the fair
Enough to mount investigation
Postponement of the fated day

The case is won
The prodigal son
A gentleman’s excuse me
To save face
Double weddings
The heralds bell
Yet question for whom
The serenades song
And who the author
Of the note for which lovers pine

Pin prick for the finger
The crimson blood
Still the Count
Claims his night of sordid lust
A switch of dress
Busy to his conquest
Providing token with a ring
A trophy laying his claim
Guilt dodging the disdain

Yet Inviolate
Jealous roles are swapped
Figaro the accused
The countess to misuse
Lost in the costume changes
The count seeing his mistake
Exposed shame faced
Our hero escapes alive
And as each embrace their wives
With twists and turns to wedded nights
All is seen to be set aright

The rhythm of the dance
Where intimacy is chanced
Confusion of true north
Confounded by subplot
To live to fight another day
Ever seeking a true way
Libretto of love letters
For how ever could I forget ya
The heart has its ups and downs
By love to be ever crowned


Rain, rain, go away

Cold chills in waves
Soaked to the skin
Wet right through
Where’s the plastic Mac ?
An ache in the back
Longing for warm rubs

Billowing winds
Inside out umbrellas
Turned by the howl
That whips all about

Lashing down sheets
Soot stained waters
Clearing petroleum fumes
The taste of sweat on dripping lips

Pull up your hoods
Zip up your hopes
Try to stay dry
In warm fur trimmed over coats

The torrential rains
Why don’t they go away?
With a nursery rhyme
Defiant spell
for them to come back
Another day

Lay your coat down in the puddle
With doctors bound for Gloucester
Regal shoes keep dry
Hair to safely shield
The milliners work well done
With a little hat that stays against the typhoons gale
Hot ginger tea slowly stirred
Like the warming of the heart


In interpretation
The therapists couch
With hostility do you project
Or is the suspicion cast
Just a false road
Of the familiar route?

Guilt instilled in infants
Making out it’s all their fault
That the motivation for abuse
Is caused by something dark in them

Why so angry then
Is there something left unfaced?
Or is it just the nagging doubts
Of a therapists bad faith?
Blurred boundaries of the self
Shadow stuff to develop?

Are you saying I am the enemy?
That I fight only within myself?
I only have to search the memory
To know I’m free of guilt

The hand that rocked the cradle
The fist raised at a child
The twist of limbs to torture
The burn of cigarette
The loving family that drugged me
The uncle locking me in car boot

Some will claim dark Eros
For those that were violated
That we’re cursed to recycle
What was put onto us
But it’s just an interpretation
A false suspicion that could be spread
What happened without my consent
Is not mine to repent.

I can name them my abuser
Without my being a perpetrator of abuse
You see it’s just fools logic
To say we all just project.
There always will be hatred
For those that deal in harm
It’s why I’ve got my grandfathers skull
Tattooed upon my arm.

The tough?

Tough love just a parody
Of what people really need
A shoulder to cry on
Just what could that mean?

Addicts are all only just scum
Put them in prison
Cold turkeys steel bars

It could be your children
Would you treat them that way
If they get lost in the darkness
Into labyrinth stray?

Prevention is always
Better than cure
But teenagers will try
To fly higher than kites

The icy shoulder
Show of the elbow
Calling it a war
But who are the real casualties?

The lost, the abused
Those so far from home
Low on self esteem
Missing a safe hug
Is it bridges or walls
That we offer to them?
Life can be tough
But the true path is love.


Quality time
So say just how it is
Bruised of feeling
Miscast of narrative

To be truly heard
Somebody listens
Enough to break the heart
With a solitary tear

The days stretch into weeks
The weeks into the months of years
Someone in my corner
To bring me back onto my feet

Coming off the ropes
Bloodied by arena
But back on toes again
The dance of butterfly

Eye of the tiger
Ever playing in my head
How champions raised a fist
For all I have survived

The wounded and betrayed
Discarded on the streets
Fighting just for life
Alone with stollen rights
The next round announced
By what could be the death bell
Desperate to be heard
And rise as one onto their feet


Zombies on the tv
Undead in the street
Deaths not much of a living
For all the roles they play

Forever unforgiven
Head numb from the impact
Sleep that ever beckons
To little death of dreams

Held upon the island
Like caliban a slave
Whilst the tempest rages
Projected monster of the id.

The wild man longs for freedom
To leap from the cliff edge
And fly just like a papillon
From the weight of chains

Prometheus unbound
The stolen rage it’s fire
Defiant of the gods
Authority shown a fist

I sit animated for an hour
Riding words of liberty
And of course I want for more
To fly to heights unreached
But with feet upon the ground
Still stoking creations flame
Mindful of contingency
Yet warming by the heat

House of spice

Massaging the lips
Tiny sensory explosion
Fresh lemon grass excites
The tongue to stimulus

Crisp skin of okra
With melting hearts
Refreshed by a hint
Of ever greener asparagus

Firm stemmed coriander
Taste smooth with a bite
These are the kind of things
That set my senses all alight

The earthy melting lamb
Dissolving in the mouth
That speaks of pastures new
Gambolling in the sun

Freshened pallet citrus zest
The finer things with which we’re blessed
Bouquet of Persian rose
Speaks of exotic lands afar

Subtlety to kiss
Fabulous gastronomic in delight
Many colours to the canvas
Flavours so sublime
In the house of spice
Stars twinkle with foresight

Voice aloud

The voices in your head
Want to see you dead
It’s not god or the devil
Technologically fed

Synchronicity on the TV
As if the cameras dance for you
Feeding self obsession
Local authorities seizing control

You’re not really crazy
Although it could make you that way
They want you to obey
Serve on the factory floors

Voices in your head
Symbiotic dread
Somethings crept in
Whisper in your ear

Full auto suggestions
Dancing like a puppet on their string
Chained by your memories
They only want to dictate

What’s the big secret?
They feed it to us all
Some of us more awake
Coconsciousness makes a break

Resist what they trigger
Masters to slaves
How do they foreshadow
What you perceive in false news?
Voices now quiet
They still play subliminal in your head

Frottage (Freshly Squeezed Jaffa!)

Pardon my french
But I’d love to frottage
Rub a dub dub
You could try it in the tub
We used to call it a soapy rubber duck
Or more aggressively a cock fight

If you want to give it a try
Be sure it gets quite intimate
Less ruthless thrust of thought
More subtle than penetration
Pull yourself together man
It's time you got a grip

For the more adventurous
Joined together by a silk tie
Feeling for the pulse
Of the other guy
Suits you sir
Its the measure of a man.

There’s some who say in English
To Frot is to rub the clothes
But we all know a double barrel
Is how a shotguns fit to blow

Rapt in satin shorts
You might see a little damp
Dripping from the head
Bell end shining like a magic lamp

Be sure to find your rhythm
When sharing handshakes with a friend
You see when we come to Frot
There’s a double climax in the end
Frottage is not just for milkmaids
Just pull the udder ones.

Ginger (Seasons PG Tips)

Root ginger
Steeped in the steam
Hot ginger
Just my cup of tea

Stem ginger
Sweet candy in a jar
Seasoned Asia
Speaks of lands afar

Hot ginger
Spice trades exotic realms
Stirred sensations
Those parting lips
Of which I dream

Root ginger
Savoured in the cup
Bone China
The caress of lips
breathing in the heat

Ginger snaps
Dipped in the warm tea
Moistening heat
This is my kind of fantasy

Wrapt snugly
In her many layers
Warm ginger
Rhizome bulbous root
Steeped in Asia’s secret promises
Hot ginger breathing in the steam
Stirred season touches the lips
A touch of spice of which I dream

Half way

Half way to heaven
Half way from hell
Not far from elation
Not too long from despair

The way the mood takes me
From the thoughts fed
Could be perfection
Could be just dread

Anxiety calling
Hope overwhelmed
Couldn’t say why
It’s all just malaise

Search for a happy thought
Still finding none
Barely turned on
By anything at all

Searching for meaning
Reaching for comfort
Watching colours shift
In the dance of the lights
Tuning out the illusions
To watch a blank screen
Half way from hell
Can’t think what I’d find heaven
Am I getting just nowhere
With hope out of sight

Not sure what I like
Plenty that I plain hate
Resigned to failure
Success is over baked
Halfway from somewhere
No time to turn back
Halfway to no where
Direction is lacked

Bag of chips

Be sure to lick your fingers
If you’ve had a bag of chips
What is that salty taste
That they’ve left on your lips?

Time to have a good fanfare
For the common man
What is it he really wants from life
Could it be a bag of chips?

Some marvel at turner
His frantic brush strokes
Painting a landscape
Did he really just dream of a poke?

Rapt up in the newspaper
Photogenically spread
Now that’s what I call a picture
High heel fingers licking to tread

Be sure to lick your fingers
When you’ve had a bag of chips
Be sure its the front pages
Where the vinegar drips

Fanfare for the common man
Down the working mens clubs
A standing ovation
When they out the jugs

There’s plenty on the hip
Be sure to get a grip
Never mind the boat race
When you're stoking at the fire
They could use a reach around
Climbing ladders in the stockings
For that salty taste
Just eat that bag of chips

Barber of Seville

For opera buffs
Love ever bedevils
Sweet as it’s oranges
The barber of Seville

Clothed in rags
As a student Count sings
Beneath the balcony
To be loved just for what his heart brings
Bergamot beauty
Sweet warmth of serenade
Calling in disguise
To the fair maid

To fight for her hand
May take more than just guile
But as a drunken soldier
Blows swiftly in style
Passing love letters
Under nose all the while

To steal the dowry
Jealously guarding, the Ward.
The Doctor his house
A closer shave, Figaro striking a chord

Masquerade as a tutor
Proposals gone wrong
Cruel twist of fate
Mistrusting his song

Climbing the ladder
A windows entrance
Accused of betrayal
Revelations last chance

the barber to witness
A Marriage of hearts
Too late with the law
To keep them apart

The doctor deposed
Yet the dowry retains
As the count takes her hand
True Love finds a way

For opera buffs
Like sweetest of orange
The barbers close shave
From sunny Seville
Just never forget
Love is an old devil


To enter with a couplet
Tongues that drip with rhyme
Flirting with the audience
A lovers hopes to mime

Seeking for perfection
In those longed for eyes
Floating on fleet foot
A dance that never dies

Commedia dell’arte
To embrace within those arms
Completion of the heart

For all arts other fools
None so blessed as loves
Dripping with fine jewels
Chests rise, wings of the dove

Where some hide face in shame
For a cruel deceit
The sincere of their emotions
Seek only to unite

Fine silks extravagance
Beauty spot upon the face
To sing of lofty heights
The curve of cheek to trace

For all hurdles that arise
They crave just one to prize
Lost in a rhyming couplet
Taking the fair hand
To couple with a sigh
Never wanting for goodbye

Lady fantasy

Sweet nothings
Lady fantasy
Whispers in the ear

They’ll try to crucify
Fragile hearts left in the cold
Carrots before asses
True love getting old

Whisper your sweet nothings
Attract the suicidal wings
The gaudy moths of puberty
Hypnotised by the top ten

There’s money to be had
In the suffering
Sold on penny dreadfuls
Romance of mills and boon

Whisper in my ear
Reach deep into my mind
Pulling at the heart strings
Loneliness to school

Whisper satisfaction
Led up the garden path
Another fed delusion
Once bitten, twice as shy

Sweet nothing
Lady fantasy
When did you think that I was born?


Did you think I’d get a block
That you could disrupt my flow?
I don’t need your attention
I’m not sitting on a wall

You try to frustrate me
Want me to depend
Dominated by directors
Yet another picked out soul mate

How is it so prolific?
I’ll tell you in one word
It’s the graft that guides my pen

One time it was a challenge
With hurdles in the way
I jumped through all the hoops
Now I stand on my own feet

I kept going on the streets
A dictaphone and a guitar
Kept equipment in a lock up
Whilst you cursed me to hostels

Safety deposits for the lap top
No time for broken hearts
Kept treasures in a note book
Hard copy saved whilst sent to jail
Stripped down to almost nothing
Or inflated by the crowd

I survived all these things
Faced absurdity
You tried to wipe it all away
And leave me in the trash
Thought I’d settle for false fame
Dubs of my words on the TV

You knocked me down each time
And still I rose back up
I’m not going to go away
And you can’t interrupt my flow
I've seen it all before
You may try it all again
You offer only conflict
But you’ve never done me in for good



Who gets to live
Who gets to die?
Shortening expectancy
Doctors that lie

Do we all get much of a life?
Divided by class

Ever a struggle
For the working man
Threatened by loss
Knowing they lack

Chances not taken
For they could cost you a fall
Reaching for comfort
Loves only for fools
The joys of the privileged
Success for the few

The poor man
Feared vagrant
No rights like the slave
Turned on to crime
Last resort
For the brave

The rich never knowing
Stabilities risk
The pauper a tight rope
Who pulls safety nets?
Scarcity programmes
As free as we’re let

When you are young
They’ll burn up your passions
Lead you down roads
A victim to fashion

When seasons draw close
To a coming end
You may well ask yourself
Just who was a real friend

Take what you can
Don’t loose it all on a bet
Faces on TV are not all for us
Inequality never forget
They live in another world
So few troubles
The tables are set

The mastery it’s chains
Ever faced with a threat
How much of a life?
What time permits
As much as I can buy
For all of their lies
How long will I live?
As long as anyone gets.


Shinto shrines
The spiral robed dancers
Raised fans as if in flight
Waterfalls alight

Techno shamans
Shift into focus
Living through a smart phone lens
To capture spirits behind the glass

Always one step removed
Never really engaged
Apart from their environment
Alienated from the scene

Ritual pressings of a button
To save the memory
Technologically numbed
Did you forget the silent feel?
Lost in the irony
Paradox of consumers never seen

The contemplative sit
Absorbed by the other
Being there with nature
To rest within the peace

Weeping cherry blossom
Lady snow bloods crimson rain
Penetration of forged steel
Stacked rocks speak of zazen

To move in harmony
Bending with the wind
Perhaps to catch in fall
The golden majesty their unseen
Yearning to be at one
The heart of forest trees

Yes chief

Did I miss a change of face
In their own perspective
On all this exploitation
Of the under age?

As if it was a romance
Teens spiral in red lights
And how the dominants
Would have the final say

Could it be that purse strings
Pull the actors heart
Trying to remould
Those wounded from the start

A grand kind of deception
The masquerade it’s art
On the record
They’d play us all for fools
Evidence for departments
To contradict the real

To speak of not wanting
To answer to the call
How I’m left to wonder
If it’s any support at all
Alert for but one hour
As if that’s the way it always is

Left anxious in distress
As they pour another tumbler
Where they tripped the light fantastic
So many moons before
Are they the kind to pay off rent boys
With blue jeans oh so tight?

Friendly faced as any other enemy
That would leave me on my own
And tries to misdirect me
Without a lovers will
New deal all they offer
Yes boss, no sympathetic ear.


I get that old fashioned feeling
Like an ache to be back
The chair that is empty
Speaks to my lack

That old familiar feeling
Rising in my chest
The warmth in the rhythm
That longs to embrace

There’s no getting over
The emotions not passed
In a moment that’s missing
Jigsaw piece of the heart

Something absent in childhood
It’s there that I crave
A promise of comfort
Like cashmere for a scarf

The chill of the evening
Rain gentle falls
Hinting of mists
Where stags breath lonely calls

An old fashioned feeling
Collecting conkers in the park
Always playing for keepsies
Strings that pull in the dark

Adding a verse
For nothing really concludes
The conversations we have
Stretching between the quiet times


It’s a vacillation nation
Attorney general takes the lead
Are we heading over a cliff
Why can no one get a deal?

Again the knotted questions
Players divide in teams
Who promotes will of the people?
Democracy a pipe dream

Self important parrots
All sat upon their perch
Are they trading in illusions
Whilst for decisions we all search

Choice becomes occluded
Tongue tied by the word
The mace points to the ascendant
The divided take the floor

Is anyone looking for answers
In the pantomime?
Do the lords uphold a block?
Bring on a Christmas dame

Vacillation nation
Are we being taken for a ride
The TV stuck in loop
Who grants the power to decide
The cogs and wheels of power
Sure could use some Vaseline


The one thing they’re not offering
Is any kind of hope
Not even a mechanism
To help me come to cope

When the angels are all devils
There’s no turning back
All they’re really teaching
Is of things that you lack

Maintenance steps
Never meant that much at all
Just a sacred cow
They said would save us from a fall

If things don’t get better
I guess they stay the same
Watch as the controllers
Try to destroy what you’ve got in a reframe

If soul food was my medicine
How come it’s in the poison jar
Didn’t you ever try to figure
How I’d come this far

The holy all convinced
They struggle with their sin
Trying to corrupt you
The shit they’d put you in

Pray another day
This is as good as I’ve been living
Closing doors upon the pious
Cos I don’t need forgiving
If I go back to re-evaluation
I'll have my co-counselor on our knees


Loyal rebellions
Fake terror threats
Foreign policy
Hedging bets

When requiem calls
The heralds trumpet
Announcing ends
They might just extend it

Head is lowered on the block
In final judgement
Who weighs our sins
It could mean closure
Or new beginnings

Rain dance
Like the beggars bowl
Caught on camera
To contradiction

A reframe
In the inquisitions eyes
All to play for, or
It was only lies

Concealing truths
A jokers laugh
And how they never learned to act
Honesty awaits deaf ears
A fulfilled prophecy
And muffled tears

Friends shift phase
Show new faces
Awaiting no deal
They’re leaving traces
Treading waters
All a dream
The heroes fall
The cows lay down
Predicting change
Be on the winning team

Ends not means

Freedom of self expression
Be your self
But wait a minute
We don’t like the things you say

Hold on buster
We’re the libertarian
No social conscience
Promote our selves

We’re the ones that leave you in the cold
Out on the streets
No story told
We said you’d dance once more with stars
An engineered spotlight
That none else would see
Made to project
Prime time TV

Remember those
Who speak of right size
They never fight
To win the prize

What motivates
Also undermines
No hope finds

They seek to cut you off
And leave you out
Seek to dominate
As you Drown

Another broken dream
More machinations
Ends draw close
How is it feeling
Am I so much in the dark
Recall how long the cold locked door

What miracles
Mislead the poor?
Nothing new
It’s been this way for years


The lies we are fed
From within the fold
The fading photos
Looking old

The chains of dogma
That they wrote
Promises of freedom
In spirits cloak

What does it mean
When come the end
They don’t even leave you
With a friend

Cold hard shoulders
Crocodile tears
No hope left
To still the fears

They’ll screw you up
Throw you away
Cast adrift
Seek to betray

The market eats us up
And spits us out
All we’re left with
A nagging doubt
Divided loyalty
A scream to shout

Switched off
Tuned out
The background noise
One wish left
To be free
Of all this nonsense that they feed
No ship sets sail
An epic fail

I love your wits

Fuck wit
Shit for brains
Driving you insane

I love your enormous wits
Want to kiss you on the brain
Called Mensa till you came

Phone sex two tone dial
Ring m for murder
Inteligencia emocional
Got your little death upon my mind

When you draw your final breath
You’ll know you’ve been head fucked to death
Going to keep you cryogenically frozen
So I can rub up against your mind
Headhunting the brain drain

I’m a sexual brainiac
When I get your results back
See if you are fit to play QI
As your IQ tests don’t lie

I want to fuck your brains out
No matter which way you swing
Professor chalk your blackboard
I want to learn all you can teach
Fuck wit with sex upon the brain


Hephaestion noble friend
To lend sympathetic ear
Perhaps to loosen garter
Of those whose fate’s to lead

Ever in the long haul
The cartwheels begin to creak
To deliver up the goods
The markets prize to reap

To face the twisted words
That seals the Gordian knot
Tongues like many forked
The serpents rive entwined

In brothers arms to find
Courage to seize the day
It’s time they faced the chop
Bondage to assuage

Who dares raise up the blade
Face conflict with the sword
Like a guillotine to cut
Through the shackles chords?

Many a voice in vain
Raised to defend the rights
Questions confounding minds
Caught in revolutions sophistry

At last we must decide
Conundrum to unravel
To cut the knot right through
Only by the sovereign power

Mr Motivator

To wash the feet of the poor
Ever mindful who has more
To dry them with your hair
Yet the imbalance remains unfair

Easy to talk of humility
Service to a common good
Renouncing worldly aims
Is your charity just hollow claims?

Words of rigidity and control
A viper hidden in the nest
Rapt up in cotton wool
The hypocrisy of the blessed

To be seen to offer alms
The fevered minds to calm
But is the safety net
A businessman’s sure bet?

To speak of moral virtue
Each equal in their worth
Paradox to come to serve
For the privileged of birth

The call for liberty
Green shoots struggle to be free
Rooted in the earth
Do they flower,
Lowly of birth?

There’s some who would coerce
Their rod of power to control
Fooling the manipulated
Who’s fulfilled for all this lack?
With promises of unseen heights
Yet who raised the lash to tender backs?
Do the meek inherit nothing at all
What opportunity for golden balls?

Fools gold

Rapt up in cotton wool
Authoritarian to velvet glove
Promises of liberty
Conceals stiletto at the back

Tread gently on egg shells
Who thinks we all get the same treatments?
The scourge still motivates
Hid behind false claim, ‘we care’

Holding pens for cattle
Whips to move the slaves
Rights for which to battle
Ever going a fat nowhere

Impressions that things are better
Than they ever were before
A culture to preserve
In Conservative party lines

The snake oil salesmen’s pitch
Real tears on our TVs
Be mindful of slight of hand
And no rights without responsibility

Dreams of self fulfilment
A psychologist favoured creed
Look out for bedlam’s gates
Arcadia to belay

Take the red pill
Or bow down
Do you think we have a choice?
Carrots leading donkeys
Lures to pull at the heart strings
Who runs off with all the gold?
All things being unequal
An awareness that is growing
They don’t want us actualised


Do you think I live in fantasy
Romantic novels fare
Happy ever after
Where love comes to conquer all?

The pen that’s dipped in passions ink
Flirtatious as the whore
Flowers in bouquet
Courtly to encore

To bathe within the spotlight
The heart upon the sleeve
Calling from on high
The ascension of the balcony scene

Star crossed lovers
Broken dreams
Chatterton to lament
In romantic suicide
Infatuations blade

Hopes that waiver
Like the held razor
To make a final cut
Trembling as a teardrop
Awaiting to explode
Moistening a final note

Alas as doomed as youth
Intentions great that come to fade
The thorns of roses bed
Where the fool would lay his head

To fight with witch
Subdue dragons
Bold as any knight
But to fall on ones own sword
When he sees the light
Warriors wills to dominate
The fancies of the faint
Reflect on the reality
For Romeo is dead

Teenage Dirtbag

So you think I owe you amends
Because the dope we smoked
As teenage kids
Rotted your brain and flipped your lid

First up, no one has to make amends
Unless forced to pay back a debt
By the justice system
So take a running jump

If I never meet with you again
It maybe because I never thought
A damn thing of you
So sit on it and spin

Of all the prick teasing
Depraved little whores
That I never thought anything of
Perhaps this verse is just for you

So you met me once
Or I ate you out
Or we shared a drink or spliff
Get over yourself it meant nothing

I never slapped you about
I never forced myself on you
I never even groped you
Unless you invited me to
That’s not part of my history
Sorry, I’m not even sorry

I do not live in guilt
For crimes of others imaginations
And yes I say many a thoughtless remark
But if you take it as being about you
That’s your stuff
It probably wasn’t even aimed at you
I did show an older boy my dick
It’s not my fault he didn’t suck it!

A killing joke

A killing joke
The actor takes to stage
No need for introductions
As the boards begin to creek

The comic arts
Timing of the punch line
In parody
The tears of a clown

To hide
Behind the grease paint mask
Don guise of the fool
In another’s passion play

To wit
Weave comedic art
Flower on lapel
Squirts acid in the face

A joke to some
Falling on deaf ears
A mocking gesture
Sir, do you bite your thumb at me?

Before the final curtain falls
Bow down low towards the gods
The right hand raised
Hides left fist behind the back
Who’d make a mockery
In a fond salute!

It’s a knockout where we race to serve
Do you get the punchline
A curtsy to your pirouette
A killing joke
Falls before not so deaf ears
A bag of laughs
Hollow to echoes.

Warning signs

I sense waves on the horizon
With the fall of hale
Like others throwing stones
And wonder who would shatter
Such little dreams

There’s the vast ocean
And between us an attitude
That might blow me off my feet
To serve your
Superiority complex
Judas lends an ear
But for how long.

I’ve been stripped down before
And can sense the rumble
Of the earth shake
That foreboding
Like a volcano ready to erupt

Mere ripples
Warning sign
Of breakers to come
As if a valued support
Might really be my worse judge
With the smell of plunder
Brigands on the waters

Waiting with the sense of anxiety
As others react
As if to pull the rug
From under newly planted feet
How do they think I’ll react?
The vultures begin to circle
Wings of metal like encircling chains

The sound of mortar in the distance
Fingers toy with a grenade
It’s a bed to lie in
But I see what others made
And as I await the darkness hope begins to fade
A hammer raised up
But who will be knocked down?

The silent violence of the middle

Could yet repeat.



I could not not write to you
The words strung through each verse
Unraveling the heart
With its nuanced mystery

I cannot not put pen to paper
I am in the habit of such things
And every now and then
A song of yours it brings

I could not turn my back
On the stories from the past
Forever sentimental
As tears dry with the ink

I face an open page
And wonder at the lines
Awaiting to be filled
Perchance some dream fulfil
Some loves remain unspoken
Heart forever left awoken

The rhythm like my pulse
Rising as I think of you
I stare up to the sky
My thoughts have turned to blue
If the shoe were on the other foot
How would you be feeling to?

To life we all are but guests
Sometimes to banquets full
But as I sit here all alone
The absence speaks of you
Empty tables turn
For now, the lonesome stranger


I may bore of the format
Tire of context and form
But there’s one thing
That will have me coming back for more

When you face me full on
And I stare deep in your eyes
The heart I see beating
Speaks of sunlit skies

The heat that could burn
If I fell into the fires
Reaches out just like starlight
And of this I can’t tire

A thrill to the moments
I dance to your tune
And I long for fulfilment
Beneath your rising moon

To grasp for more life
Grip a handful to pull
Winding you closer
As I brim over full

Temptation so great
That I hide my real face
For when I am with you
My heart starts to race
The creative spark
That reaches into the dark
It’s what you ignite in me
And that’s why I come back for more


Keep them in the dark
Cut us in on the deal
Keep them isolated
We can sell their last remains

Bow down to the power
The bosses never loose a game
Same old story
Can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Divide and conquer
Take a slice of the pie
Greasing palms
Slip us some skin
They’ll face the final cut
Cremations to the flame

We’ll bribe their executor
Kill their last will and testimony
Casting lots in a gambit
We’ll inherit the earth
They’ll not last long
We’ve doctors on our side

Keep the plates spinning
Take a little whilst they live
Claim they’re delusional
Buy off their witnesses
We can feed the children
A line that wasn’t ours

It’s a generational game
Stealing from the now
Banking on the future promises
Of stollen copyright
Pray they can’t afford a lawyer
As the worms stay out of sight

Creaming from the crop

Young hearts, they'd steal their lot
They are the industry
So many irons, so many fires.


The green fairy is dancing
Heaped sugars silver spoon
To help the wormwood go down
Bitter spirits offered up to the moon

The drip of ice water
Clouding glass set to bloom
With the fragrance of herbs
Fennel mixed with anise
Rub of wet digit on lip
Rising tones resonate

Stirring the mind
Flight of fantasy
Tarnished copper to strokes
With fingers of green
In absentia
Judged for all that they lack

Burnt smell of an incense
The spirit in flame
Like Syrian rue
Rouge flushing cheek
Crying up to the balcony
The torn of heart in the night

The furnace
In the glass
Melt of sugar cube
As the Green lantern ignites
That fairy is dancing
On the clouds of the bloom
The scent of her flowers
The chime of glass to the spoon


The tip of the iceberg
What lies beneath
Still, Frozen waters
Melting icicle tears

Ice caps are thawing
The seas come to rise
Flooding the shores
The weeping of hearts

The march of the penguins
Their journey cut short
Where they protect their eggs
Beneath feathers, atop legs

Polar regions are shrinking
Are we really forewarned
Of coming tsunami
Breaking waves against land?

The hot breath of the walrus
Pale tusks like the snows
With global warnings
Where will his young grow?

The white furred polar bear
The stranded seal cub
Hunters become hunted
Red stains on clubs
The seasons revolve
The long winters shadow
Yet still tears are melting
Tip of the iceberg

Frozen years

When tears rise in your eyes
I am shaken to the core
Reflecting on sadness
I cannot contain anymore

The wept waters welling up
Moist on your cheek
How I wish to kiss them away
Healing caresses to seek

Like the bruises to knees
Or hurts of the heart
A gentle touch
As lips gently part

To trace with a finger
The trail of your tears
A longing to connect
That could stretch into years

It moves me right now
With a thought of your eyes
That remind me how I’m frozen
And my hearts yet to cry


Loaded words
With significance
Your lips kiss the barrel
Of a smoking gun

Fingers on triggers
Safety catch is off
Bullets in the chamber
As you cock to shoot

You made a bed to lay in
With roses for the scent
Forever coming up
The darling buds of spring

You cast the fateful dice
Pokers shaking bones
Aces and eights
Remind of deadman’s hand

The gushing of the blood
As from an open vein
The fountain of youth
Cut short by bullet hole

Cowboys and Indians
Caps inside your guns
Memories sawn down to stocks
Stollen promises
To a violent end
Your lips blow on the barrel
A final word to send


Seeking control
You do not speak to me
Your tainted institutions
Power to assume

You claim social standing
As your superiority
Your professional opinion
Leaves nothing left of me

It’s a very old conflict
And I proved you wrong before
But all I got for my pains
Was the same old closing door

You set up situations
Based on such little evidence
Miracles in a tablet
For those who don’t relent

When I greet you with a smile
It does not betray my true feelings
Never even touching first base
I don’t think that much of you

Your station in this life
Reveals only what you crave
Qualified to ratify aspersions
On the condemnation of a character
Write me another label
I’ll ignore that one too.


To destroy a life
And provide no answer
No meaning for the questions
Nothing but destruction

They call it intervention
Creativity to prevent
Protecting crimes of others
With whom they make their bed

No deal for blind assets
No provisions safety net
The way they tried to use me
Forever was ill met

Pawns in others games
Forever scoring points
To assume a moral high ground
Rooted in impression management
They claim they have the right
To distort the truth to justify

I ask myself what is the point
To protest in the face
Of so much corruption
To serve their politic
How they seek to reframe
The tears as mere unreality

Ever the enemy of their state
Civil mechanisms that conceal
Cold harsh realities
Of others depravity
They’ll say it’s just delusion
Paranoia of the mind
For all they are the guilty
An ill fate to decide
I turned to face their wall
And as I whispered my refrain
An observer across the street
Replied from an ear piece
They'll reroute yet more phone calls
More evidence to eternal inquiry
And have to get another extension
To the illusions that they’d weave


The colonised
New religion to despise
Keeps the subversive poor
Close open doors

Who the savage
Who born to be wild?
Scent of the land
Tattoo on hand
Calls to war
In head dress to the spiral dance

We are the land
The native people
As one into the wilderness to roam
Ghost dance calls to ancestral homes

War paint masks
Shaman transform
Shape shifters rise
To hunt in packs

Elders pass the pipe of peace
The nation rising up to speak
A fist raised to colonial rule
The chains of which Black Elk knew

Medicine bags
The stacked rocks regards
Spirits of those that are the land
Shackled warriors in raised hands
Show Blood and sweat that protects the child
The fragrance ever of the wild
They’ll say it’s only appropriation
But all respect the heart of the First Nations

Blind monkey

Monkey see monkey do
Peeling their banana
Scratching at their nuts
Monkey hear, it’s what we all do.

Invisible hands
Direct the orchestrated
A little bird tells me
Freedoms over rated

Master and slave
Opinion contradicts
Feeding extremes
Tempted thoughts to predict

Puppet strings to pull
The unseen marionette
Something sinister about yellow brick roads
But the point you will forget

Fugue of memory
Like teenagers made blind
Divorced from their history
Whips motivate the mind
Monkey and organ grinder
Serves to remind

Monkey hear monkey do
Behavioural chains
Habits defined
Repetition compulsions
Like merry go rounds
Checking your wallet is full of those pounds
Turned on by porno
What role do you play?
Monkey he sees
Blind Monkey mislead.


Back to methuselah
Is the story getting old ?
The older and the wiser
Is loves light growing cold?

To live a longer life
Perchance to find some meaning
To all the random hurts
Purpose of which keep dreaming

The hair has turned to grey
The crow feet come to mark
You’d think for all this experience
We would not still be in the dark

The joys of not knowing
Sweet nectars ignorance
Youth is wasted on the young
Their songs ever of the innocence

Who wants to live forever
A blessing or a curse
There are some that may be wishing
Sweet release by the hearse
For all of lifes absurdity
Find at last some peace
I dream only of death
My hopes of final breath

The ancient of all days
What wisdom in longevity
You may wonder what the point
To extending mortal coil?
To grow old in disgrace
Lord I pray, give me depravity.

Alien nation

To make private thoughts go public
Hackers at back doors
Forever looking into
Like readers of a diary

They say why not keep a journal
Then monitor your cloud
Invasion of your privacy
When rights say it’s not allowed

The subject and the object
The plague of prying minds
Rapt up in their projections
Assumptions of the blind
If I speak aloud
They think I'm in the Truman Show.

They’d get into every space
As if they hold the high ground
Forever trying to justify
Invasions of the alien

They know you are a problem
It’s what they’ve come to decide
They say they cannot handle
Things that just aren’t their business

They want there to be a reason

To terrors of their own invention
Perhaps they are mind readers
They seem to miss my point.

Forever to the battle
Against these space invaders
If this was missile command
They’d all be blown to hell
They seem to think by sitting
I can see into their minds
When they’re the ones forever hacking
To try to get under the skin
Perhaps they’ve fear of danger
From those they do not know
Which ones the alien
They’ve no insight for it all.

Known associate?

Is prevention really better than cure?
Have you even got the right profile
No compulsion for sure
You seem to be working off an old score

Tingles at the extremities
It might get a little twitch
But there’s no biting at hooks
You’re not even good to switch

Admissions so old
All the trails have gone cold
You’ve got nothing on me
Squeakier than clean

You dangle a carrot
And get no response
Remember the last act
When you worked in a nonce?
You try to direct my connections
In the hope there's a catch.

Flies on the windshield
All the blood that you got
When did I last strike?
A great white long forgot

There’s no rhyme or reason
To the word on the street
You feed each other’s delusions
Assuming a repeat
I’ve never even tried the poisons that you think
There’s no history, no known associates, there’s no missing links

Growing up

What do you want to be
When you’re all grown up?
That’s what the teacher asks
Trying to motivate, exams for you to pass

When I was at school
They said the same old things
So I said when I grew up
I wanted to be an earth worm!

They laughed a little snidely
Like I didn’t get their meaning
Obviously a bit stupid
Or so they preferred to think

An earth worm is quite useful
Aerating the soil
It’ll always find a home
Digging holes into the earth

Some of us do not so much grow up
As we are warn down to the ground
You can cut a worm in half
With your favoured spade
It won’t hurt it a bit
With no sign of pain, it will live on
Some would say that wanting to be an earth worm
I must be full of shit.

So when your teachers ask
What you’d like to grow up to become
Spare a thought for little me
Because an earth worm I would be
You know we all end up in the ground
And those earth worms will get a feed


Eat humble pie
Well warn lies
Be yourself
That’s mental health

Dominant ideology
Writ with failures psychology
Self fulfilling prophecy
Leading to catastrophe

What use humility
And kingdoms for the meek?
Submissive to humiliation
Guilt trips that they seek

Why fear the bombastic
Ego on the sleeve
Needing to be stripped down
Is that what you’d believe?

Chalenging assumptions

Time to show some gumption.

Do you want to feel deflated?
A looser ever to be
Can’t you see it’s overrated
Ever servile on bent knee
Be full of yourself
That way you'll be fulfilled

They want pride to mean a fall
Don’t give them the first call
With Self esteem to be blessed
New heights to confess
Reach for the moon
Don’t let them bring you down too soon
Your eyes lowered like a monk
Is that how low you’ve sunk ?
Just Puff out your chest
As if you are the best


Point break over rip tide
On the crest of a wave
The barrelling tube
In the heart of a keg

Frothing with foam
Galloping spray
A trough in the lull
Backwash of the surf

A breaking curtain
Duck and dive in the curl
Beware the rip current
Davey Jones undertow

In the soup
The deep blue undulates
Eating white water
Gasping for air

Stretching the limit
Bubbling pools
Snappers at the surface
Sunlight cuts into the deep

The ebb and the flow
Oscillating reflections
Ripples on the edge
Of the fathoms off shore


Why is it that shipwrecks
Always attract the sharks
Showing their teeth
White as coral reefs

Fish in a school
Treasure for a trove
Bed of the sea
Lagan swallowed by the sands

Feeding frenzy
Waters slashed by fins
Rising to the surface
Hammer head to strike

Basking in the deep
Trawlers for a line
Hidden bottom dwellers
Buried amongst rocks

The octopus keeps count
Raising suckered legs
Squid oil for an ink
Leaving a dark cloud

Diving to the bottom
Fathoms running deep
Sideways dance of crabs
Limpits , cockle shells
Down amongst the shipwrecks
Looking out for sharks

Good and bad

Good man
Gone got a job
Bad man
He don’t even get the nod

Good man
Counts his blessings from good god
Bad man
Says he’s a stupid sod

Can you even tell
The good for all the bad?
Got hard labour
They’re forever sad

Good man
Buys a round of beer
Bad man
He must be something queer

Some folk don’t even ask your name
If they don’t see you playing by the game
Gonna mount a witch hunt
A scapegoat for their good name

Good man
Lord have mercy
He’s seen praying to some god
Bad man
Says they all can go to hell
Which ones got the lousy job?


You offer me nothing
Then point to wrecks in the road
As if to remind me
Where you led me broken and cold

You push at my buttons
With emotional force
But I won’t pass your approval
So the ships not on course

Do you think I’m a saviour
To fix what they broke
Social comment remains
You say you wish I’d never spoke
Your self serving illusions
Your profits of gold

No hand reaching down
We all sure could use a lift
You’d leave me discarded
Little remains of a hope
I won’t serve your systems
Because I know they’re corrupt

I don’t see a handshake
You’re not offering goals
Can’t change a thing
Still you make out that’s my fault
Is it really a mark of your respect
Left out in the cold with only regret

You’re offering nothing
Another fifty years wasted of social research
From the way that you treat me
It seems you would not of spared me the birch
Do you think I’ll submit to engineered dreams?
No ones ever invited me on to one of your teams.
A big fat nothing for the next generation,
What did you offer me, what will you offer to them?

The crowd

Lonely in the crowd
Ever wanting to belong
Yet still wanting to be free
To breath gently all alone

Birds of a feather
A brat within the pack
One of the goodfellas
Yet always longing for a break

Some spend whole lives
With absent selves
Yearning to fit in
Afraid of silent thoughts

The people pleaser
And the trophy wife
Need someone else to be defined
In solitude find they’re blind

Constant craving
Seeking from the other
Fruits that only you can win
Self approvals treasure trove
What does it cost to be one of the in crowd?
Have you got this seasons shoes?

Ever to be framed
In perceptions by the other
Blown by any wind
A slave to every chance comment
What do you think of yourself?
I’d rather sit alone.

You don’t say ( love note for a man)

Never able to say
The things I really want to say
So near and yet so far
Why do I think of you this way

Fragile heart
May loose a beat
When looking in your eyes
Knowing loneliness to make me cry

Tears in the corners
Eyelids stretched by their swelling
I never meant
To let this go so far

I lost control
I lost my cool
I lost my sense of composure
There’s no way I can get over

Never truly able to say
The things I want to say
For once I’ve lost my way
And so I’m lost for words

You move away
I long to say
What I want to say
To you another day

Girl on the train

The girl on the train
Is fading away
As I wave from the platform
Feelings that no words could say

Like a brief encounter
The station clock marks the time
Of her pulling away
Riding the tracks

At carriage door
The window down
No hope of return
She can’t turn around

There must be some grit in my eye
Am I blinded by steam?
As she’s fading away
I am loosing my dream

The girl on the train
Will never come back
I knew that I’d lost her
When she rode on the tracks

Something caught in my eye
And I try hard never to look back
For the girl on the train
Was fading from sight
I’m lost in the clouds
Of the steam engine now
And all I recall
Is that she could not turn around

Drive To Survive

Like the ghost of a childhood
Tapping fingers on window pains
Stones thrown in anger
Knock down ginger in the rain

They’ll lead you on roads
To return whence you came
And when you enter old homes
Find the hatreds just the same
Round and round in circles
It's you they will blame

Whispering wind
Freedom in a murderous bomb
Is that all that they’d leave you?
No solutions, same old song
Keep stripping us down
In the hope nothings left

The neighbourhood denies
That there ever was wrongs
Stupid kids make up stories
Turn their backs on the truth
Social migration
Why don’t you just go away?

They’ll seek an excuse
To show you the cold shoulder
Conspire to avoidance
No work, get the sack
Any way to discredit
Rebuild you will lack

We the survivors
Find the same country wide
If they can’t bind you to guilt
They’ll medicate for your distress
They say that they hear us
But justice is blind
Ever trying to trigger
So they can say you broke down
It’s a rough lot
This cultures unkind
They don't offer resolution
You'll be lucky to get any real support

Linden tree

Lemon and lime
Rosemary and thyme
The squeeze of the zest
Spirits refreshed

To lay once more
With hearts open door
I’d give you the key
Beneath the linden tree

Memory pales
When hope seems to fail
How words fall short
On hang ups we’re caught

Ice cubes in straight glass
To me you always pass
The test of the time
My thoughts of you flowing in rhyme

Tulips in water
How I wished that I’d caught ya
In the net that I cast
One thought till the last

When life gives you lemons
It’s time to add limes
Beneath linden tree
Rosemary and thyme
Iced lemon tea
With a touch of honey
Little dove
A columbine
Birds and bees in good time
How I wish you were mine


A crimson drop of blood
Like the trailing of a tear
Torn by the thorns
As red roses slowly pale

Flushed cheeks
The touch of rouge
The face held in the hand
Where petals gently part

The budding bloom
That rises to greet the sun
Stretching longing for the morning
Awakening kiss to flower

The dew drenched tongue
Pearl drop the honeyed lip
Trembling of wings
The hummingbird to nectar drinks

Ah but the blood stains tear
Hopes fragile melting heart
The cleansing of old wounds
As the ink slowly comes to dry

To ponder on the words
Wove within a verse
Stains caught on bandaged dreams
Like spillage from the wines glass
The crimson drop of blood
Petals falling from lost love


How I wished to stroke with fingers
Trembling from the nape of your neck
Slowly trace the undulations of your spine
To come to rest holding the small of your back

To breathe a breezes blown kiss
On the small hairs of your smoothed skin
Whisper passions words into reclining flesh
Massage softly with the lips tempted to a languid lick

The moist slide of the mound
Drawn up with rising promise
To dive deep into the waters
And swim for your inner realms

Mounting gasps to navigate
Orienteering the coastline of your side
Heart beat rising in the breast
Inward toward resonance

Falling short , premature end
Where the fantasies falling sands
Feel like the sinking of the heart
Knowing what’s allowed, and what never now can be

To walk solitary steps
Leaving lonely footprints in the sand
Reaching ever for clear waters
To drown the sorrows cry
Floating free alike from the flotsam
Strong strokes the waves to swim

What’s the coup? (Doris does the business!)

Don’t eat poo
Stop the coup
Down with the clown
Turn him down

Bojo rules
Just not cool
Who wants poo?
Flush him down the loo

Bojo the clown
Just who are you?
Offers us poo
So stop the coup

Cromwell rose
Don’t suck on toes
Cheesy feet
Fascists repeat
Don’t kiss up
Tell them shut up

Don’t take poo
Ask who are EU?
Bojo the clown
Turn him down
Stop the coup
Flush it down the loo
Engage with politics?
Hold on, It's always POO!


Seizing the initiative
To serve two masters
Betrayal of the trust
Bowing to the greater power
Experience is the living proof
Not only counted by the years

To pen commentary
In interpretation
Specialist to opinion
The friendly face that hides its deal
Reframe narrative
So either way I loose

I lost my trust
The day that doctors
Contracted themselves like whores
Fund holders seeking to protect white elephants
Where liberals hide their slamming doors
The fate of those that resist them and confront

Excuse me whilst I adjust my views
To the issues that are presented
No one seems too concerned
If my rights are violated
Where the main Abuse is one of power
Investors falsehoods to conceal

There’s an elephant in the room
And it’s that I’m being observed
Quantified and manipulated, likely used
Who’d suspect they’d sell out the truth?
They say my distress is too great
So how did I ever survive without them?

Oppressed voices
By greater forces
They’ll seek any Achilles heel
And use it to hide the real
I don’t need to justify myself
But I’ll fight tooth and nail
The armies of refutation
That protect others blighted reputations


Core of pain
Seeking any conflict
To vent the rage
And leave its blood stained mark

Like the cornered animal
Or the parent protecting young
Instinctively to strike
Transferred in projections
The clenched jaw
Grinding of bared teeth

Illusion goading the blood lust
Perceived threat
That leaves in debt
The fist beating at the cell door

Knots in the gut
Straining to unravel
Like a bullet from a gun
Expulsion of projectile

Suppressed angers
Aching head
Beaten pillows
A lonely bed
Molotov scent on wind
Imaginations flames

Raising blades in class war
Words they’d choose to scorn
The stabbing staccato to the pen
That punctuates the score
A requiem to broken dreams
That feeds the fire of the heart
Do you bleed?
As those left silently in need.

The cure

The exclusive middle
Sitting pretty, all on high
Everyone with freedoms
I have never known

Feathered nests
And fiscal power
Every day another choice
Do anything they want

Back on the streets
Fighting to survive
Like beggars or slaves
The working classes lot
The vampires draining hope
With them we have to cope

Dis enabled
Dis empowered
Dis effected
Diseased till death
Wasted lives

One touch of the finger
Like fairy god mothers, we’d soar
Corruption masked by glamours
As the rich lock all open doors
They never get to suffer
Because they had it all along

Take it laying down
You need your medicine
If in anger and revolt
You name this violation
There’s only one illness that I ever had
It’s name is poverty
Knowing only lack
Still I can’t afford the cure


Steady on tiger
You thought you’d feast upon my bones
The veil of your illusions
Blood soaked palace for your home

She’s a man eater
The scent of passions chase
Their feast in little death
A smile painted on her face

Like the monkey king
I went rushing in
As any other fool
With a banana a play thing

A man eater
Watch as she strokes her flowing hair
A Rakshasi
Shape shifter such as she
As you wander in her lair
Watch out for dead men’s bones

Steady on tiger
As you’re picking at your teeth
Where fools rush in
Deadly as a spirit thief
Take a good look in the mirror
They could drag your soul beneath

They’re a man eater
I guess it’s a mixed metaphor
Depending on their sect
A Rakshasa
Just which kind of spirit have you met?
A shape shifter, to be gnawing on my bone


The Glass

A life spent under glass
Like fragile walls
To protect and look through
Ever afraid that they may shatter

Like a cracked mirrors
Shards in sharp edge
A stiletto dagger
That cuts the piercing light

Hidden in shadows
A hand raised in the dark
Dreaming of enlightenment
To finally be seen

The ripples on water
Of falling tears
The depths of the well
Reaching down into a dark core

Still afloat on the seas
Waving not drowning
But the swell of the memory
Still threatens to engulf

Escape from glass cages
Broken bottles drawn blood
Like the spill of burgundy
Bitter taste of corked wine
Bile in the stomach
Living lives sickness unto death
Caught in the throat
Words to be choked
Time to bathe in clear waters
And come up for fresh breath

Fudo Myoo

The rising flames of wrath
With angers fearsome face
Sword raised against the ignorance
A rope to bind the demons to their fall

Contorted in expression
Raised tooth toward the truth
The fang that descends
Reaches down to frighten fragile souls

Immovable in posture
Sat in contemplation of the fate
Of the unenlightened
With braided hair to serve

The summoning
The binding
Tethered by the rope
Cut down by the flaming blade

To bathe in waterfall
Rise on clouds of steam
Silencing of passions
That rise as if to scream

The seated wisdom king
Third eye on all the lowly
Fudo myoo of the flames
That burn all in ignorance
Fearful countenance
To turn hearts towards truth

The streets

Whilst I slumbered under trees
You thought to steal my guitar from me
But you see I’ve got second sight
That alerted me to you

Six months idle on the streets
And no one lifted a finger
A machete in my bag
The only protection that I had

Pimps that sneak up on rough sleepers
To try to chain them to their role
Drug Dealers to exploit
Cold comfort from the pain
‘Become passers by’
Yes, all went passing by

I survived it all 6 times
Still left uncorrupted
Sober throughout it all
It taught me something about this culture

Where arabesque bodyguards
Try to contract assassins favours
From wrecks laying in the road
With military precision
Survival is its own discipline
You just can’t afford to fall

Another day, another song
Penned to while away the time
Spent out on the streets
The outcast and the lowly
I’d rather kill than have it repeat
Who says poverty is holy?

Jump cuts

‘You’re on your own’
Is that anything vaguely new?
‘Everyone denies’
I’ve seen this all before

I recall the cutting room floor
And doctored credits for the roll
As if by giving it some meaning
They could change our bloody minds

Jeered from the balcony
Heckled by the stalls
Falling on deaf ears
Politicly incorrect

Incorruptible taking stand
They’ve tried it all before
They seek to isolate
As if that will create a fall
Seek to contradict
Discredit what they fear

There’s a million voices
Say you should think just like them
Opposites feign attraction
To court misplaced reactions
How could they turn it round?
When they've got nothing that I want

They’ve declared war
Yet do not even know
The first thing about me
Or where my bullets shoot
Duellists loaded words
Down the sights of a loaded gun

Those Reactionary minds
That try to dominate
Attempting to redefine
In their pathological state
Keep feeding us on lies
With half truths maligned


Emptiness like the tea cup
Embracing imperfection
Suffering to avoid
Green liquid to the void

Asymmetric simplicity
Aesthetics to flawed form
Training the new growth
Like a bonsai tree to dwarf

Concentric circles
Ripples of the mind
Spiral thoughts in concentration
Meditated inaction
Gravel raked lines
Absence to define

Focused on the breath
The spirit rising in the chest
The stretching of the ribs
Controlled centres diaphragm

Actionless action
Freed from all intention
Starring into nothingness
Dark globes rise in the minds eye

The supernova like phosphorus
Explosion of the star of self
Where mirages collide
In the suffering of the divide
One thing left to ponder
The still emergent self


The meme machine
Just what can you see?
Thought wheels like clockwork
Perpetual in their motion

The maps laid down before
Linguistic structures
A lift takes you to your favoured floor
Yes or no? The swing of doors

Themes carved in stone
Neurological pathways
Writ by language
Specialist subject, starter for six.

Objectified processes
Drafts blow gentle at the open mind
But the wind of change
Eludes, somehow hard to find
Cultural influencers
Transmit the new onto the structures

Change your tack
Ride off the beaten track
But the paths we take
Ever strangely lead us back
Component building blocks
Consciousness formed like genes

Topics clothed in last years fashions
Yearning to break free to find new passion
Add a virus to corrupt
The circuits linking in the mind
Meme machine, shaken foundations
The structure to our thoughts


Hearing voices network
There’s a lot of it about
Open to interpretation
Reality to doubt

His master voice
Tinnitus change of frequency
Sure to straighten them out
Keep them free of delinquency

Subliminal autosuggestion
The means of thought control
If you’re not hearing voices
It’s only because the volumes down

Signal to noise
They’d see you on your knees
Forever led up the garden path
Are you sure your thoughts are ever free?

Deep thought, become human
Limits to our choice
Artificial intelligence
Repeating over history
Fanning flames compulsion
Spoon fed on disfunction

Perhaps it’s the medication
That never seems to work
A little more submissive
To the cultural norms
Some say they don’t hear voices
As they murmur to their god
I question their reality
This culture talks down to us like dogs

Magic roundabout

Oh to be fed a crock of bull
A head full of dreams
You can’t fulfil
Did you check my resources
As I paid my bills?

Like a Ferris wheel
The thoughts remain rooted to the spot
Round and round again
Just what did they think?
Have I forgot?

Like a wind farm
The spinning blades
Eternal recurrence
What don't change remains the same
Returning once again
the swings to roundabouts

Did they check your mood
As they squeezed you into the frame
Ever falsely accused
The same suspicions once again?
Seasons turning to what end?

Another blood test
Another year
What are they looking for ?
What do they really fear?
A cold shoulder to cry another tear

Leave your piss for the bottle
As you walk out of revolving doors
Mood swings turning roundabout
As they medicate for their fears
Another year on the wagon
What is it they can’t bring themselves to hear?


‘Thou shalt not’
So they say
According to who?
It’s just a pathetic book

Thou shalt not kill
Except the army of Christ
Ever on the march
Destroying people’s lives
They play false witness
For a lord that simply isn’t there

Thou shalt not covet.
So what, I nicked their ox
Won’t even fill in the blanks
About what I’d do to their wife

No adultery please
We’re British
Be sure that I’d sodomise their god
With blaspheming deicide

Worship your wallet
No thought of Decalogue
Idolise all you want
It’s dog not god

Honour your parents filth
Like vomit for black sabbath
Above The gate to hell is wrote
The cursed words ‘thou shalt not’.


Homme fatale

Algiers promised sunset
Sugar coating of a poison glass
Holiday romance to court
You had to excuse my french

The players in a ski lodge
Setting up a plot
A consuls daughter
Steps out onto dance floor
Social outcasts
Fated by directors hands

French polish
Parisian governmental floors
Whispered sweet nothings
Promises of power plays
Columbines dove
Such little love

The military coups
That spoiled the fake wedding
Thoughts to use as a drug mule
Full English breakfasts to abduct
But alas a sober soul
Who could not be worked into the play

The mistress crying wolf
Did she think her naked lies
Would make them rise to rape
To guilt trip survivors eyes?
Working on the blind
A pink panthers homme burger.

An Arabs strap
The grand arch
The concrete snake unwinds
As the soldiers watched each move
A kiss beneath a lovers bridge
Floating on the water
Yet in final word
Just a hunchback to your notre dame


The funeral director
Dons his black velvet top hat
Takes the road
And leads the cortège on

Impeccably dressed
Pulling on his night gloves
To pall bearers waves a hand
Coffin atop its bier

In the shadow of his tails
The mourners each to suit
Crypt to dispositions
A eulogy fits the tomb

The hearse stretched chariot
Drives the nails home
Last rites to grief
Reminds some of long lost belief

Casket to interment
Condolences to assemble
The vigil lay in state
Requiem to a mass

Obituary writ for graves
Final rest it’s plot
Or urns to fit a niche
In cremations loving remains
Cerements inurnment
Mausoleum final rest
The mortician takes to streets
To lead floral reef farewells

Happy families

‘You were just a mistake
That no one ever wanted
Another mouth to feed
A burden on the family’

‘No one will ever love you
As much as this again’
As if what they taught me
Was worthy of the name

‘We took you in
Who clothes and feeds you?
We’d think you might be grateful
That we gave you so much as this’

There’s some who dismiss
The feelings as just blame
If you so much as criticise
The ones who raised you ‘for their pains’
No sign of compassion
Are you really only in your head?
Take a sober look
At the nest from which you fled

Conservative values
That thought you’d spare a thought for them
Look after them in their old age
Care about them all the same
Forgive , forget
Give them grandkids to abuse too
Can the apple really fall
Any further from the rotten tree?
A microcosm of society
Just what’d they leave for me?

Family values, just what were they to me?
Raised hands for a beating
Warped lusts to visit beds
Harsh words to undermine
And shame me just for being
Terrorised for any kind of feeling
You can tell what I thought of them
Because all I wished was that they were dead
And now for those that are I wished they were never in my head
Not so much as a Xmas greeting
But their shadow darkens still

Happy families
Familiarity in how they left their marks
It’s why I threw away the house of cards
And never played again with the cursed deck.

The dance

Danse macabre
Great leveller of all
The rich, the holy
All face one fall
The bloody lips
And chicken bones

Sugar skulls in colour
Flowers painted on the face
Day of the dead
Move into place

Call to loa, Papa Legba
Shaken bones
Between the realms
Cold snake eyes
Raised head stones

Feast of ravens
Food for worms
Stripping flesh
Cremations burn
Equality at last
The final journey, all face the hearse

Baron Samedi
Pearl white teeth
Among the tombs
The bite of death
Skeletal fingers
Chill touch to spine

Bleached to white
With empty socket
Fond memories fade
In gold heart lockets
Dance macabre
The leading arms of death


An angel at your shoulder
The devil whispers in your ear
Can you even make decisions
To free you from your fears?

A fool such as I
Forced to listen till I die
Sweet loves words of freedom
But it’s me that’s left to cry

The film reel of a dream
Celluloid fantasy
That speaks of domination
To earn the boat mans price

A ship that sets sail
Leaving beggars on the shore
Ever set adrift
To drown in tears once more

A fool such as I
Why do we even try
To navigate the rocks
Where all lays wrecked before?

An angel plucks the hearts strings
A devil to the flesh
Whispers of sweet nothings
Left to long for more
Words wove in submission
To his masters lash
They take you for a ride
And they’re the ones that’s keeping score


The bankers holding all the cards
Who’d make a mint?
The chips are down
One and all to serve the crown

Heads or tails?
Collect their portraits
No selling out
So count your lucky stars

Loyalty, no divided word
Who’d paint us fools
To feed fading self esteems
What’s the bet things remain the same?
Rewrit by history
The day grows old

All hope lost
Posthumous in their deal
Forever forgotten
Yet with their word, to count the cost
They'll say polemics served the faith
To hide their thievery shame faced.

Rainbow flags
And burning books
The stormtroopers boots
Crush underfoot
Wheat from chaff
They'd shred the lot

Forever to be misunderstood
Missing in action
We the people
A common good
The price of infamy
Who’ll count the cost?
As pages yellow
And words fall short.


They always investigate the victim
Cast aspersions about our names
Seek to criminalise
Or to justify, label as insane

Do you think we’re fantasists
Because the system looked the other way
Politically miscast
Civil mechanisms never seen to be at fault

Historic child abuse
Always the hot potato
The schools didn’t do a thing
Whilst I slit my teenage wrists

Forever playing truant
An outsider from the teams
They’ll try to make a scapegoat
To protect the family name
Siblings will collude
To keep it in the all together

They’ll focus on the deficits
The way that you reacted
Coping strategies from the past
That cast you in a role apart

They’ve looked into me half my life
An object of suspicion
As if to say the truths a crime
That they never get it wrong
Bring the abusers into it
For their input to accuse a pathology
There’s something very wrong
In their psychological focus
I guess I’m just some old Greek myth
It can’t be the system that was wrong
Perhaps it’s just the blame game
To excuse my disability , player of a role
After all the other kids are all alright
It must be me that’s just a freak

Faiths back door

To find in their blessings
Only a hollow curse
They say they’ll get us all
Time comes the hearse

Vitriolic to the challenge
The body of filth
Raised by the hymnal
For the virgin or a milf?

With sorrows veil
And mustard seed
Stories for children
That they’d lead

The rust corrodes the fated nails
Wood that splinters
Their tales gone cold
None rise again from deaths winter
Turn to the bacchanal
Raise fresh flesh for a hope

To thrust the spear
Bleed out the corpse
Their sacred cow
To chain our thoughts
The quagmire of belief
Eye for eye, and teeth for teeth

The antichrist alone in challenge
Declare final battle
Against the bleating sheep
The priesthood’s abode for their chattel
The house of god
Its ship of fools
Penetrate to the core
The ribald chalice of the faithfuls anal door

Party line

Only protect the party line
No room for decent
They’re showing signs
Of needing political correction

Sitting atop a barb wire fence
Never on freedoms side
Wonder why they sell out
Taking us on a ride

The rights of man
But you're just a boy
Magic beans to contract
They’d take every one of your talents

Be sure to bite the coin
To test it’s worth
Fed on plastic spoons
Medicated from our birth

Some plastics cause infertility
Hard to swallow you’d think
They thought techno phobia
Made simple, meant I was on the brink

Cursed to never reveal
Passwords like sacred cows
Keeping others out of the loop
Time for physical education
They claim they have all the power
That they’re the ones to do it in
They repeat the same old phrases
As if they weave a spell
I turn to my computer like a friend
Why Did they mark it ‘execute’.
Different generations
How do they predict the next ones route?


Strip me down
Tear me up
Broken lives
You know we are the ones to blame
It’s not the culture that’s insane

Social problems
Others made
Symptoms contrived
To serve the state
‘We don’t hear them’
The cry of community

Out in the cold
No hope left
Why start again
Just to face the same
Tribes unite
To collude
Like they say
Born under a bad sign

Attitudes haven’t changed
Reality denied
Sent to Coventry
Shown the rough end of the stick
Any excuse will do
So others turn away
Persona non gratis
Not even said to be an artist

Paint a portrait
Feed others fears
The shattered shell
Suppress the voices
Of the rebellious kind
Mask of anarchy that they make
So all supports will forsake

Spread a rumour
Feed their lies
Whilst others make off
With all the money
Social networks
Keep on the outside
Elders say they’ve seen it all before
Just another way they slam the door
Exploit a weekness
Find a fault line

Pick a label
Any one will do
To cast doubt
On testimony
Sell the means to repair
But condemn the chosen
To ever face despair
It would take one deal
To turn the whole thing around
But they say, they can’t get this on
Reality they seek to deny
What is it that they can’t deal with?

Front page

Who wants the full story
Obscured from all our eyes
Front page expose
Do you wonder who really dies?

Operational commanders
Guiding in a not so silent way
Awaiting the next order
To blow the fear away

Autopilots on our routes
Smart enough to drive
Flown like birds on a wire
To a final destination

Activate your prayer circuits
As they whisper in command
To set the flight on course
You really think we get the new technology?

Official secrets
Ever beyond the grasp
Of fools who think they’re really in
On the things we cannot tell
Domino rally
Onto open minds

Have I got old news for you
Archives guide like steering wheels
To a road crash on route
Breakdowns they never want to fix
Sit back in the cockpit AI in the drivers seat
With Smart bombs on TV screens


Did they think they sent me angels?
Eskimos in the snow
Like I couldn’t read between the lines
Footprints ever leading to their lies
Just who’d you give your deals
As you sought to weigh my heart?

The magic buses mystery tour
Of Sargent peppers lonely heart
English lessons
From an architects deceiving hand
Tapes of misinformation
Strung with historic jewels

Promises, free of cares
What did you really give to me?
Watching every move
Heading off at every pass
The street lights flicking off
To the invisibles guiding hand

Predicting only failure
A parody fit for Earl’s Court
Brompton Rd cemetery
With big bird on his bike
The mentors that I knew
Fit only for gay science

You judged my moral worth
On others idle gossip
Your profiles that mislead
And pulled the rug from under feet
You thought you’d make an example
To keep others on your one true path
Who were you protecting
As you preach to me to forgive

How I recall the cut ups
That I used to get my exam
The scrawl of spiders legs
Dipped in the shaken ink
Grand designs for broken lives
And I doubt they even cared
You thought to make me Christian
A vile servile thing like you
I see you were the cheats
That tried to steal the fire of me

The End

Playing roles
Presenting honest face
Goading the prey
Trying to flush out from the trees
Where mythology
Is mistaken for the truth

Like an apeman
Eating bananas all day
Words reflecting on
The things that others say
Hypnotised emotions
Trying to produce The End

Self expression
Freedom from their chains
Yet still bound by language
Thought structures that remain
An education not so hard to throw
But tell me what do they think they know?

Like clustered neurones
In the not so open mind
Thought pathways
Associations formed by time
Can they trigger
Navigate your memory map
How do you respond
To their stimulus ?

Did they try to say
The doors of perceptions was the key
That the trauma that they dealt
Was not the reason for this cold reality?
Held in suspicion till the bitter final act
Where the victim is the target
To the abusers spell
Academics sit back to count the cost

Directing actions, ask who the criminal
Do you think a history
Will always lead the same to react
Revealing nothing in the profiled past
A multiplicity in freedom of our choice
In contradiction
This is what they would predict
Still restrained by repetition of the themes
That they inked on the childhood open page.


It was something to do with babushka
Flying of your kites
The sleeves on the vinyl
Dealt out like tarot cards
You ever forced one to the top
To prove your genius
Predicting every breath I’d take
Ever wanting to steal a knights piece

Forced face down on the white bearskin
Choking on struggling breath
As you made me submit
Bedtime story to the fire dogs
The photographs rapt in newsprint
Or naked lies like the tea cosy crown for an Outer Head

A game with out frontier
Did you assume in character
That the roles we played
Would make a multiple?
The names you gave me
To feed your warped desire

Irons in fires
Investments in the paths to tread
Like neural linguistics
Where no frogs become a prince
Did you take me on the train
Whilst you joked about the pedalo

Quadrophonic rude boys
Destined for prison cells
Dark satanic mills
Where the dwarves forge chains from rings
Odins one eye
At the gates to hell

As the Valkyrie ride for Valhalla
Towards a heart of darkness
Can you tell me what your conditioning left?
Ever towards the horror of a final battle
You said you were the social kind
But I still think of your abuses and knew you as a psychopath

The chair

An empty chair
Did they place a cushion
In the open space
Ever in absence speaking of fears
Cold comfort
To remind of another time

To disassociate
At once removed
A distant space
Between head and heart

Embroidering at the edge of sanity
Covers to hide the face
The shame of pains
Buried deep underground

Nervous childhoods
Knowing only the warmth
Of the striking hand upon the skin
Condemned ever to front it out
Left to be ignored
By the belonging kind

Keeping up appearances
A family in the all together
Each colluding with the secrets
Hid in their children’s tears

Sat in the therapists chair
A void in a broken heart
Fragments reflecting in the mirror
How else could I escape
Recollections in interconnections
As powerless as trapped flies
Strands within a broken web
That lead the venom home
To the Roots of the family tree
Left still digging in the dirt


When you were young
Did you want everyone to be friends
Craving to fit in
Ever trying to say the right thing?

Just like a party line
Popular points of view
Fearful of debate
To challenge status quo
Yet to cut your teeth
Played just like a fool

Ever people pleasing
No opinions of your own
Life and soul of parties
Peer pressures fatal cool
Bowing to Social norms
Playing to others rules

It seems to me the older I get
The less agreeable I become
Cantankerous to a fault
Opinionated of it all

What a bloody relief
To tell the rest to go to hell
No need to justify
When I tell others to fuck off
Do you really give a toss
What others think of me?

The heady days of youth
Ever seeking for a tribe
Now my teeth are getting worn
I think just what’s the use?
No time to seek approval
I guess I broke the mould


The song bird of my hopes
What virtues from the muse
Raising voice on high
Breast beating with strong heart

Capricious of the face
Betrayer to the fall
Misleading in the dance
The rhythm loosing step

Fickleness to find
The duplicity of womankind
Victim to jealousy
In schemes strung through her locks

Rising with the dawn
Soaring spirits on the mind
But illusion to sustain
Must tear out the offended eye

Abhorrence of the play
Writ with truest spite
How to rue the day
The soul reached for newest heights
Like liliths demon kiss
Knowing temptations thirst
The Furies that once wept
Rend the minstrals throat

To strip of the ideal
Redress the sagging flesh
Knock off the pedestal
Rip up the scented notes
Perfumery of only decay
Contamination’s bane
Heat only of cremations flame
Where cold ashes will remain


The cracks begin to show
Beneath the grease paint
A comic mask hides tragedy
Fading of spotlights

They penned this act before
You see parallels in starlight
But fools gold illusion wrought
Cannot sustain a fantasy
Leaving wrecked lives out in the cold
To promote their quality of life

They’ll build you up
Puff out your chest
But do their bridges burn?
Building only walls
Cut frames on an editors floor
Where narratives become so flawed

Another scene
The players change
But directions all remain the same
Submitting to an unseen hand
Become human
Break their mental chains

The phone is silent
Whilst others think
That opportunity nocks
Placing faith in TV dinners
Avatars to comedic scripts
Lip-sinks with quotes cue line

There’s those who seek humiliation
To pull rugs from under feet
Forever to be misrepresented
Innuendos curtain call
Would they imply that lie again?
That beguiles the projecting eye


Collusion in those liars eyes
Can I see through
View the breadcrumbs on my trail
Strands in narrative to connect

Do you think we’re all borderline cases
That you can pathologies me
For everything I do and say
I see your shadow extending to eclipse

I can see blurred boundaries
With deliberation drawn in sand
Moving the goal posts
In hope to fascinate an attack

Did you not know
I’ve been here before
Forewarned and forever forearmed
You can’t fan obsession to then snuff the shielded lamp

Ever bitter to see through another’s act
To tease interest with a hidden mask
Warpaint concealed by a made up face
The rouge on the foundations brushed
You’d paint love as just some cruel joke
Bound for the bar where dreams go up in smoke

You assume in profile
that I am defined by the past
You think there should be some cause for alarm
The only recycling is of the pretence
That when you spend your time with me
That we have ever been alone
Queens chambers speak to me of old news
Of other times and other people who also thought the story new


Ghosted, spooks with skeleton keys
They back door your hub
And can get into anywhere
Do you think it paranoia when they leave me messages

I went out to the shops today
And when I got back home
Origami of a rat
To remind me they can override CCTV

Reassured next time will be different
That there will be evidence
Enough to prove my innocence
If community services over step the mark
Faith that chips will be on my side
In situations that cut both ways

They’ve already demonstrated
That they can switch off my body cam
Send abuse to my devices
Harassment on my smart watch

Artificial artifice, hackers intelligence
Some times it passes the Turin test
When I speak to my device
I wonder who is it really listening in

Smart replies from not so smart tech
Trails that they can track
Alerts I’m coming home
Evidence when I go out
But do I feel so secure
Of the ghosts I have to trust?
Singapore suprise
Of how we all synchronise.


Did you ever stop to think
That all the guilt they put on me
Was just to justify
Disinfo from intelligence

Who puts evidence of crime
In public display
To create shames control
Of those who click on ‘don’t look here’

I didn’t click but I saw through
To the factions that baited the hooks
To reel the unsuspecting in
Fools of men to fish

Surveillance culture
Getting worse each passing year
The more technology frees
The more it’s used to force us to our knees

I’ve ten microphones on devices
In a two bedroom flat
3 on my person
And gps to track
At least it justifies the fear
That there’s more I didn’t buy

They sell us safety in a camera
To watch over the kids
But who watches over those who watch
The clouds data building up

Back doors and A.I. alerts
Searching for deviation
I wonder is it normal
That my name produces a red flag
Ostracism of those who can’t afford the right
To privacy in the home.


There, there, there.

Insult to injury
Salt rubbed in the wound
A slap in the face
No way to treat a Human being

The there, there, there’s
More hope in the Care Bears
But all they’re selling is tough love
When will you have had enough?

Cruel to be kind
Pulling up your socks
Let go of all reservation
Trust like Goldilocks

When will it ever end
Do they drive you round the bend?
Flogging dead horses
That were never made for such courses

They met someone just like you
And for them it worked a treat
They know some folks leave
And they all sing the faithfuls praises

Short changed
No age of miracles
Founders day for Akron’s con jobs
They’ll put your opposite on after you
Keep on Talking all their talk
When what you needs to walk away
They say their the living proof
We all know our dreams come true
Happy and you know it, some are born retarded that way.

'Leaving The Fold'

Leaving the fold
Because it’s only just an act
Holding to their beliefs
Be sure they will react

Fair well to brethren’s poison kiss
No more fellowship
There’s one thing you might miss
The fond illusions that kept you in the herd
Fundamentaly you must be in the wrong
Same hymn sheet from which they read their song

It works, the same old tired lies
One success through faith
Until hope comes to die
Be sure they’ll attack those who leave the fold
You were just a train wreck
That will be a tale they tell

They’ll try to make sure you’re on your own
That other people won’t want what you’ve got
Portray as forever crazy
Those who choose to walk a different path
You were never really one of us
Are you sure you ever beat this thing?

Comparison with someone they once knew
As they mow your grass
Reputations they’ll try to wreck
To confirm them in true faith
Say there is one way that is true
Poor unfortunates the only ones to escape the fold

Self justification of the following
Raising dogma as if it means a bloody thing
They’re with god, so they’ll leave you in the cold
If you say their platitudes are forever old
Who do you think you are
To become free of the fold?
Most try to do it quietly
Because no ones grateful that it’s all shit

The man

The man of the house
Have his slippers warm
When he gets home
Another day, another dollar

Patriarchy with iron fist
You bet he deserves a drink
Housewives sinking to their knees
Sunday sermons feed the American dream

TV dinners
Household appliances
Keep the nest feathered and clean
Cos daddy’s coming home

At a stretch a limousine
Life’s a bitch
Avoid the ditch
With whiskey in the jar, oh

Pink Cadillac
Missionary position
Get on your back
Cos daddy’s coming home
The post war dream
Nuclear family 'normals'

He’ll rape the wife
Beat the kids
To prove he is the boss
Keep his slippers warm
Cos daddy’s coming home
And he’s the man of the house

When society becomes an addict

Drink up
It’s the cultural norm
You never stop to think
When society becomes an addict

Credit cards
Dealers call your bluff
Profit margins
Only interested in selling stuff

Smart drugs
Performance enhancers
Can you get enough?
Just to raise you on their production lines
Deny your true feelings
Kiss up to the boss

Feed your fading self esteem
Chase white lines
Strutting on the scene
But boy you’re feeling mean

Raise a glass
And drown your sorrows
It’s the cultural norm
You wouldnt know sanity
If it bit you on your sorry arse
Don’t worry cos society is an addict

Social acceptability
It’s what you crave
A rush to the head
An early grave
But clear your conscience with another line
This society denies we all are addicts


You keep tarring with your brush
Painting an extreme
Caricatured in your attacks
Contradicting all I am
Marginalisation does not motivate
I don’t even know your intent
All I know is it offends me
To the very core

If I am not one thing
I must be the reverse
Anathema in what I’m not
All your rumours offer me is more verbal abuse

You divide and confuse
Push me to the limit
Like social activists
To whip my every word
You seek to dominate
That’s how I know an enemy

You seek to force conformity
To your world view
As if opposition is attraction
To force mediocrity
I find you all repellent
You do not care how I feel

You make out you deal in the middle ground
But there’s so much you’d not allow
I’m not religious so I must be the antichrist
I’m not gay so I must be a homophobe
I’m not liberal so I must be a nazi
I’m not coloured so I must be a racist
This is the game you play
And it says nothing about me

You don’t know me
You have so little to go on
Yet you spread gossip like a disease
I can count on one hand the times
Your community has spoke to me
This is what I call exclusion
You shoot arrows of only hate
Total prejudice
But then I don’t care if you like me
When you cry ‘who are we’
I think precisely, you are no friend to me

For your own good?

A culture of denial
As institutional as rape
Not just media vales
That hide the truth from sight

They tell us they protect us
That it’s all for our own good
Like we can’t handle truth
And the burden of so many wrecked lives

A little bird tells me
Like busby sat on my line
That you’ll have to fight for freedoms
That activists will take away

A safety net removed
Whilst they send you out on the wire
Unstable on their tightrope
Spin doctors scoring points

What you have to ask yourself
Is was anyone ever truly on your side?
Or did they push their pens
Red tape wars to hide

It may seem unfair
But you were always on your own
They’ll intercept and disconnect
Any support you can achieve
Disrupt affiliations
Set you up for contradiction
Sitting all alone
Because the truth they’ll label a thought crime.

Ghost dance

Ghost dance
With faces said to have died
Plain sight to hide
Walking past in teams down the street

The summoners art
Real demons on day release
A march of rattling bones
And me with only one bullet in the gun

Whispers everywhere
That the cull would come that night
Children’s voices raised in hope
That monsters would be killed

They’ll hypnotise emotions
Make you placid as silence of lamb
Feed you to the predators
In the company of mad wolves

Ghost dance
Don’t stare back
Front page myths
All joined in a death march

Night of the wolves
A dance of death
Whilst they paint laser beams on the moon
All caught on CCTV in hopes I’d put a foot wrong.
Psychos on parade
And a blank inside a gun.

Platonic solid

Some say I am a prime number
As I’m not too often divided
I’m more of a Platonic solid
At least I show to friends that side

I say I’m hexadecimal
Kind of non binary
I like both naughts and ones
But I’m a first base sixteen kind of guy

I like a Venn diagram
Especially subsets
I get mixed reviews for algebra
When I’m trying to squeeze out a simultaneous pair

Some seek a magic formula
Add to then multiply
You’ll get on with sub traction
If you’re agreeable to my floating point

I get lost in logic gates
And not XOR
But All fine figures seek a partner
From which they’ll not divide

I’m more of a Platonic solid
For all my many sides
I make quite a good friend
I’m not so easy to divide


Male power
The upraised spear
Gripping the shaft
The head like sword of steel
The thrusting weapon
The unsheathed tool
Held in fist to conquer
Blushing violets to impale

The hard rod
Throbbing pulse
Floating free
A flagpole to erect
To lay claim
To virgin lands

The taste of gristle
Bulging veins
The rush of hot blood
Of a beast untamed
The proud horn
Clashing antler
The heat of the rut
Rapacious of intent

In the temple of our lust
Stollen to a private place
Wolfish fangs to bare
Biting at soft flesh

The dread one eyed serpent
Spitting cobra prone to strike
Ever ready for domination
To wrestle in the coils

The conquest in penetration
To get straight to the point
The stretch of moist lips
Forcing thighs apart
Raised up by male power
The explosive kind


I wouldn’t make amends
Even if I was in the wrong
I’m not even sorry
You think your ways so right

I do not want to help you
Your problems are not mine
Not sharing my experience
Still I’m the one with all the time

You say I should be selfless
Well I’ll tell you something
Not interested in submitting one bit
It’s only grief you’d bring

I don’t want to belong to a group
I’m standing on my own
The things of others making
Are what left me without home

You taught me of absurdity

Dont want to hear your empty words.

They’d destroy my credibility
Leave me with nothing left
Strip me of my rights
Broken and bereft
Their beliefs are all just nonsense
They dont pass the test of truth

I walk my path alone
But this is not a lonely road
I can amuse myself
Don’t want to know you or your kind
You seem to think you’ve got it sussed
Can’t even see you're blind
I don’t find meaning in conformity
And yes the world has been unkind
If there really was some god
He must have a bastards mind


Never meeting with criteria
So many wastes of time
Why put in the effort
With those who aren’t worthy of mine

When I was young I followed my heart
Like any blinded fool
Placed women on pedestals
And of course they all came to fall

Some think love gives life meaning
That it’s value can’t be compared
But after the initial attraction
Most folk seem quite impaired

It’s not that I seek perfection
And I know that it takes work
But if I’m really honest
Romance is all fools gold

I can hold my own
Like any other man
For all the Cinderella’s
They were just also rans
In an ideal world (but it’s not)
I suppose it would be nice

So you’d make another person
The centre of your life
Put your eggs all in one basket
I can do without the strife
Relationships, mainly a crock of bull
I think I’ll find some other outlet with my heart still brimming full
The needy all in need
And they’ll leave you there to bleed
I don’t like getting hurt
So I am better off on my own

Dis enabled

Do you think I’m just a 'spaz'
The girls all seem to like a bit
If you see me on the razz

You seem to think words don’t hurt
Are you still calling me a 'numpty'
I’ve got awards for film scripts
Still you seem to think I’m thick

So there’s some things I cannot do
Forever loosing consciousness
They tell me I will never drive
But at least from my injury still alive

Hidden disability
I must be some kind of freak
A slacker and a lay about
Because I can’t do a full days work

Dis enabled by your prejudice
Some say to help me is enabling
As if a crushed skull
Says something about my moral worth

I tell it as it is
How a misplaced childhood
Will mean a life of tears
Owning my trauma
What do you fail to see?
A wounded human being
You’ll have to take me warts and all.


Icarus flew towards the sun
Nobody knows when he’ll be done
Climbing so high
This dance begun
Hope on the wing
His time has come

Icarus soars into the sky
Nobody believed that he could fly
Where feathers spread
Thermals to ride
See how he reaches
Above clouds to glide

Icarus flies beneath the sun
Wings that unfurl
Hopes rising high
See how he rides
As his span spreads
Icarus ascends heights others dread

Sunlight to warm
Melting of wax
Feathers are torn
In last lament
Hubris on the wing
All hope is done

Icarus flew too near the sun
Too late he sees that he is undone
Falling to earth
Crashing down from the sky
Puer Aeternus
Destined to die.


A little touch of poison
Bitter to the taste
The counter where burns to ash
The veil of a fake shroud

Like gasping for breath
As one drowned
Or choking on foul air
The cough at smoke inhaled

Sour taste on tongue
Eyes wrinkle with a gripe
Feasting on resentment
Bile rising to the throat

The flowers of evil
Nightshades fade to black
Labelling behaviour
As if unworthy in the act

I take my pleasure as I find
Sometimes asleep
In some ways blind
But ever honest of desire

Knots to unravel
Dirt beneath the nail
Rotten eggs hard boil
An acrid smell to sense
I see a play for closure
Where no victors smile has come
Nails for coffin lids
Cremations flame begun
Liberation in the play
A laboured disconnect
Clouds that fill the sky
Never free to say what I truly meant


Enamoured by the facets
The scintillating jewel
Turning in the light
Colours that refract

Yet as the sands of time
Slip slowly through the hands
Rough edges to the fingers
A good eye hypnotised

Warm words in reflection
But cracks showing through beguiled
Seduced by the dream
Within the alluring eye

Well warn lines
Patched up threads
Routes already trod
Hopes led up the garden path

Hungering for more
Yet never satisfied
Left forever unfulfilled
Never fully actualised
The moth to the flame
Where only candles weep

The hook and the bait
Promises wrapt in lies
The actress like the whore
That is never left to cry
Mutton dressed as lamb
Crumbs from a rich mans table
Never to be assuaged
The fire of passions light

Glory Days

Glory in the slaughter
Who says we shouldn’t aught to
We’ll take a thousand lives
And sleep with all their wives

Have they got a daughter?
When they come of age whose bought her?
Fresh meat for the knife
It’s time we dealt in life

Glory in the slaughter
What else could we have taught ya
There’s no god to judge
So why not avenge a grudge?

Blood feud in family tree
Who gives a damn for trinity?
Bathing in fresh blood
Drown them in the flood

The wolves descend for slaughter
You think I wouldn’t take your daughter?
No time for peace and love
The sword is raised above

Glory to the slaughter
Who’ll say we shouldn’t aught to?
Fresh meat on the slab
So screw forensic labs
Slaughter, When they come of age,

I’ll eat you and your daughter!


The fondest of memory
Countering despair
The veil of sorrows
Or illusion bred desire

To know abundance
In a smile
The sunshine’s warmth
Reaching the further mile

Safety in familiarity
Mirroring the worth
Of moments spent reflecting
Emotive roots to earth

What price for the catharsis
From the darkness told
Lightening of spirits
Lead turned into gold

Freed from lacks chains
That hold the limbs prone
To break all the shackles
Imaginations light to roam
Sat in quiet contemplation
By whispering waters natural spring

What words to describe compassion
From the listening ear
Regulating the ripples
Where falls the liberated tear
The heart that beats in chest
Calm mind to come to rest.


Folio edition
Turning over a new page
The creamy paper
Fingered gently with a stroke

The hard cracked spine
Spread wide open
Perhaps an earmarked corner
For an improvised book mark

Word on word
Flowing into sentence
To collect as the paragraphs
Time enough for a new chapter

Where the pen scratches
Forming the imagery
And the digits dance
To type up what is wrote

Fact or fiction
Stories told
Weaving narrative
Book worms to consume

For every ending
A new beginning
To start on the next draft
The virgin lined textbook
Demy octavo wanting for ink
Where to start?

Story time
Read aloud without a fear.
To delight in the subtext
A subplot to enjoy in a librarians eyes.


Standing to attention
To the last orders bell
Swimming through a bar
In a private hell

Half forgotten words
From a younger self
Alas, more innocent
Than the chains that others forged

Ripples on the mirror
Stir the deep abyss
And all things in their season
Drink of waters clear

Tears of a clown
Diamond fountains of the past
Wearing pale mask on the face
Where grief so gently falls
A slow hand salute
To the devils own

They tried to dominate
To claim ownership
Of a recovery they’d never understand
Scoring points in an oldtimers war
A pale sky blue suit
That reminds me of a rose beneath a ring

They probably didn’t intend
For it to go this way
Taken in by rumour
And front page conspiracy
Puffed up with false pride
Blinded by their faith
It wasn’t spiritual after all
So long to all the fooled.

Now I’ll count the years
By the crisscrossed scars
And remember to forget
The shining light of so many stars.
The dominos fell
Now they reserve a table for me in hell
An affinity with death
Painting rainbows for a sign.

The cruel

Like pulling the legs
Off struggling flies
Drop them in the web
To see how long they take to die

Cabbage whites wings
That flutter on the flowers
A magnifying glass
To concentrate the sun
Like singed painted ladies
Or moths burned by candle light

Where mosquitoes float
With the water boatman
It only takes one touch
To see them all drown

Nurtured on cruelty
Just how far will they go
Throwing darts at birds
To see if they will stick in?

A lack of empathy
That’s all it would take
But to be put in that condition
Takes torture of the mind
Put a gun in those hands
And they’ll be the vengeful kind

You can’t predict
Which way the seesaw tips
You can only add some weight
To add to gravitas
As one rises up
The others going down
Swings and roundabouts
They keep on going round
Some like to win at every game
But never seem to see when they’re faced with a dead loss.


The ones who follow
Behind the marked cars
No flashing lights
But ever present

Bringing up the rear
Riding shotgun
You might shoot the sheriff
But can you even see the deputy?

The screech of a wheel spin
Burning rubber through the night
They’ll want to keep you handcuffed
When you bask in their spotlight

Quotes on the record
Dual tapes to spool
Remember you’ve a right
But There’s no silence in school

Waiting for the prompt
Like a whisper in the ear
Writing on the wall
As they feed your fears

You’ll try hard not to submit
But everybody does
Subliminal suggestions
To admit to guilt
Only Flies on the windshield
To listen as you mutter to yourself
Through shadows dark glass
Objects in the rear view mirror
May appear further than they are
And Can you even see whose bringing up the rear?


Indecent as it seems
The players all in place
Till you arrive upon the scene

People with two lives
Guess they have to live somewhere
When you walk into their trap
They’ll have you unawares

Like the shutter to the lens
Adjusting for the darkness
Let the light in on the subject

They’ll try to paint a picture
Where you’re cast in guilty role
Only hungry for the kill
Confess, it’s for your soul

Front page stories to perfect
Paper turns to brown
Just curled corners to collect

They make half of it up
Trying to find some clues
In how the public will react
Forever with a profile
That never really fit
Are they freaking you out
With nonlinear conversations on the phone?
Photos fading on the page.


Friendly faces
Unpicking knots
From a tapestry
Straight lines like the family tree

Woven through a story
The quotes that they redact
Concealed within a history
Dramas to enact

Are you looking too hard?
Dropped stitches in time
Reading between lines
Loosing what hides in plain sight

Suspected inaccuracies
Implied fallacy
Where they play with two faces
Ever thinking that they’re in the right

Fake a connection
Massage their minds
Flatter the ego
Work them on the blind

But what if you’re wrong
Keep wasting the chance
Erasing those lines
Obituary so unkind
You’d play us for fools
In the hope for a catch
Is it our fault we buy into
The lies in those eyes

But is it art?

Did they offer a deal
To make you a plant
A forensic artist
Drawing skid marks?

Brush held like a trigger
Painting grease paint masks
That hide another life
Character actors take the stage

Did they teach you to read
The expression on the face
Guilty in the crowd
Criminals that they allowed?

Did you ink your pen
Like a loaded gun
Pretend you’re firing blanks
In their masquerade?

Blood on a t shirt
Fake wounds without a blade
Giving up the fight
To serve some other bastards dreams?

There was a lost plot
Where you didn’t come of age
And the lighting engineer
Remarked that you never really engaged
Those in service melt away
Like chalk masterpieces in the rain
Where artists are chained
By a hidden mastery
Forever kissing up
And selling out even friends
The chosen few, to their higher purpose
And the rest of us caught in the act on closed circuit TV’s


Play dead
Save a life
The exercise
Text book response

Fire fight
Crime scenes

Observers after fact
Random witness
guided into place
Or Manipulated

It was a bomb disposal
Smoke on the tracks
By those uninvolved

A bullet hole
They said was real
In the mornings press
Our role to make it believed

False witnesses
Playing their parts
Photos of fallen heroes
As if casualty in this play
All following to the script
Apart from us chance observers
Every one agrees to the story
And we’re the ones who never see the act
Confirming authenticity
Or triggered to react.


The providence of a pastiche
Hallowed emulation to promote
Provenance to parody
As in satire wrote

Authenticity to the eye
Evidence to assess
Proven mastery
Or work of copyist

Eclectic in a stroke
Illuminating style
Alluding to perfection
Or illusionary projection

Mass production of a print
The forgers wiles to art
To touch another’s grace
Yet wear a different face

Inked within a rhyme
A service to the times
The battle cry for war
Or peace times rule of law

To steal labours of another’s work
Or to venerate with that look
Touching on the themes
Learned from another’s books
To raise on pedestal
Yet pale imitation is the crook


You look at me
With suspicious eyes
As if I am getting away
With some sort of crime

Do you think I steal your money?
Food from infants mouths
That I am only worthy
To live in a cardboard box?
Dont you see the undertow
Only costs you more?

You think you are superior
Because you earn an honest bob
You cannot see my disability
That I wouldn’t be able to do your job
So I’m not standing on my own two feet
Does that mean I must be just a cheat?

You say I am a skiver
Spread rumours about my name
You seem to think abuse motivates
Well I’ll call you at your game
You always mount a witchhunt
And it only wrecks my life

I must be the belligerent
It’s why you vilify and claim
That you have the final solution
Say I am a welfare drain
You keep misrepresenting
In whose benefit?
The governments got over 800 billion
I must be the one that stole the lot

Stop their benefits
I hear the fascists cry
For we are honest folk
They won’t be happy till
I am left forever broke
We all work
Well good for you
But my injury you cannot see
Rejected and alone, that’s all you’d leave for me


Salty to the taste
Like the dry residue of tears
Collecting as sleep in the eyes
Forming crusts within the corner of the lids

To kiss away the sorrow
Clean out the wound
Like dirt from scabs
To gently promote the healing

Crisscrossed scars
White on white tissue
Where the red blood rained
Slowly congealing as it dried

The cracked blow to the head
Fracturing the fragile skull
Like an indent in cracked boiled eggs
Or smooth crushed ping pong balls

Trauma hidden beneath the scalp
The torn skin woven round about
Where stitches formed a mesh
To seal the pain within

Bicycle accident after a swim
Where the boys raced ahead
Spitting playfully back over heads
And the bag slipped from my shoulder
To jam the towel into the wheel
Sent me headfirst to the tarmac
Force of impact that haunts me still
Leaving me unconscious throughout my afternoons
A shattered skull
Fragments of bone
Hard reality’s that wreck lives
And yet no one seems to see


Seems the more I say
The less some are want to listen
Do you think it’s all just talk
Because I am open about what went wrong

Some hide in shame
Heads buried in the sand
Turn their face away
Or show the other cheek

But here I am
Forever in your face
Do you think it’s crying wolf
That my life is conspiracy?

Do you want to drag me through the dirt
Say I’m just throwing mud
Because the systems that you offered
Really were worth less than shit

There’s some who say they see through
When I’m an open book
Don’t like what they read
So try to reinterpret
There is no hidden meaning
There is no secret fix

Object of suspicion
Just for telling the truth
You fucked my life for good
And never gave a second thought


Taking flight
What end in sight?
Drowning in the random
Allied background noise

I was afraid
The night the bullet fired at my back
And they burned down my dreams
In the fiery heart of the oak
Castles made to fall
On the shifting sands

Friend or foe
In scrambled signals
Leaving me without a dream
Hard shoulder for a bed
Get a paper cut
In their Red tape wars

A new city
The same politics from different party
Familiarity in their lies
Finding no rainbows end
Trust in nothing
No one left

Forever exiled
No open arms
All you ever offer
A slamming door
No better day
To seize at phantasm for a hope

I cried for amnesty
And found none
Now I waste away
With idle words
Await release
In early death
No way out
Or so it seems
The axis on the march
That monitors every step
A broken hope longs for escape
But chains my dreams to here and now

Green shoots on the moon

Real world never quite as good
As they would have us believe
Whose dreams come true
Like the first green shoots on the moon?

Where seeds are planted
Sowing seasons early spring
Space dust for a soil
Cream cheese craters of lunar

Leaving terra firma
Hopes soar on high
Like a rocket man
Ignition reaching for the sky

Life reaches ever to be free
Erecting flags on new frontiers
But what happened to the seeds we sow
First green shoots on the moon?

To move as one heart
Interplanetary hopes
All pulling together
Where labours soar
Pyramids built
To wake beneath mars’ red sky

Whose dreams come true?
Where problems here on earth
Cement our feet
And poor folk find only lack
Where the hopes of leaving for space
Melt and slowly crack our wings
Like Icarus falling from choked sky
When the ozone bubble bursts
Never leaving Tera firma
And green shoots are left to cry


On the trail
Directed through a maze
Breadcrumbs on the track

In the labyrinth
Seekers after prize
Projection to accuse
Where the monsters hide

Led into the woods
By the call of love
The jealous marionette
Pulls puppets on a string

Networks in situations
To try and to test
Reeling them in
Patterns to observe
Each turn the choice in step

But their own mistake
To the false betrayal
Failing to respect
The portrayal of a boundary
Known associates
Crimes yet to reveal

To rearrange the board
No time to start again
Yet mindful of stalemate
And those still selling out
Throw me down a line
Or is it all a waste of time
Left without a clue
By still more brilliant minds
Searching for the centre
Of an emergent journeys end


Ubiquity of love
Getting in the swing
Taking to the floor
To lead where it begins

Common to all people
Even the shoe shine boy
Abdication of the crown
Finds Freedom in its joy

Enthusiasm mounts
Motivating with the pull
On the lonesome hearts
In all other ways brimming full

Where limbs entwine
Massaged flesh to ride
Opening like a flower
No embarrassment to hide
To flow in sync
A mystery when we part

To play the game
Move in step
The rhythms pulse
Where eyes meet
The band begins to play
Dancing on the edge

Ubiquitous in love
The stomachs butterfly
A beating in the chest
Of hearts that soar on high
Swinging in the mood
Don’t say maybe
Modal harmony
And how I want you baby


There’s some who think it depravity
Young men defying gravity
Space cadets at attention salute
With their laser guns ready to shoot

With a white knuckle shuffle
Their cries they will muffle
Bound for a barrack bath
There’s not many that would call that a laugh

A rocket aimed at the moon
Zero g will be coming soon
The cockpit floating around
Firing cylinders without a sound

Who remembers the orgasmatron?
How the old folk all thought it so wrong
But we all could use a hand
Daisy chains linking gland in gland

Please don’t say that it’s depravity
When I’m defying gravity
Chokeing the cosmic chicken
With space helmets ready to swing

Just what are we all wanting to see
When we turn on to the smart TV?
Search engines private’s to parade
It’s what we do when we’re not getting laid

Leaving us behind

Do they dream of leaving us behind
Bon voyage , who’d be so unkind?
Worker bees to tend the hive
An ant farm held in the soldiers thrall

Rocket fuel polluting atmosphere
Virgin territory, facing the fear
Building castles in the sky
Where only the rich may fly

What will they leave for us?
Barren earth and soot for sky
Where radiation winds gust
And all hope is left to die
Optimised work forces
Cybernetic shackles for our minds

Wishing to flee the burden
Of our hungry mouths
Abandoning the children
Ice caps melting, north and south

What happens to the forgotten kind
Those here with feet planted on the earth?
Where blinded minds shall lead the blind
Alienated from our worth

They dream of leaving us behind
And it may seem unkind
Blinkered eyes in ant farms
Webs that enmesh mere flies
Rocket fuel polluting skies
Where only rich men fly.


Young guns for hire
Dancers to money
Thighs sliding down smooth poles
High heels teeter striking pose

Cabaret cowboys shots from sheriffs
Caught by hidden cameras in the act
Black mail judges to compose
With houri on their laps

She was a wall flower 14
At the school prom
Never feeling quite enough
Pink champagne hostess calling bluffs
Mata Hari seven veils
Where rouged cheeks start to pale

At the casino spinning wheels
Stacking chips through manicures
Massaging stacked decks
Learning to cross her legs so slow

Where short skirts rise up
A hint of stocking thigh
She takes off her tiara
To the highest bid

Blue black mascara
To hide the bruises tears
Pin pricks on her arms
Riding tracks for all her years
Longing for her liberty
A croupier dealt a loosing hand

Give me a ring

I’ve always loved a ring
Slipped gently on
Tightly to encircle
With perfections grip

Some rings are for the finger
Some are sure to stretch
Pulled on like leather gloves
Encasing with one love

A ring fits like a garter
Ribbon stars to the thighs
Could be lace to holdups
As they’re reaching for the sky

I hear trickinesky postures
Can protect a marriage band
But if they’re flexible enough
They could use a two ringed stretch

She’ll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
It could be rings on the fingers
There’s some prefer it on their toes

Some rings are a tight fit
Just like a rubber band
I’ve found one that can vibrate
And Now I don’t need a hand
When I’m wearing my ring
I forget that it’s a sin

Left behind

Synagogues of Satan
Counting shekels through the night
Burning of the books
Nazi banners by fire light

Razor wire fences
Seven candles warm and bright
Resurrection to the holocaust
Steel toe caps of the far right

No hope for the injured
That they’ve left behind
Sold on popularism
The excluded kind

Convinced by paranoia
Creeping terror from the east
Cast in roles of enemy
The state is the real beast

Counting all our losses
Convinced there is one foe
From Dividing lines
A lifted veil to show
Faith in human rights
Bleached white naked skulls

Refugees inturmed
Lost voices of the web
Turning backs on flags
In flight at last are led
Crying in the wilderness
For the journeys end
To graffiti poets
Writing scriptures in the falling sands


Absence creeping in
Need for space
Recharge the battery
Still absence stealing like the thief

The blank spot
In the agenda now
With what to fill
And how?

Knowing nothing
Can replace the times
Spent engaged
Words communicate, knowing absence now

Like an empty letter box
Arms open without embrace
Or the glass tumbler
Liquid refreshment yet to grace
The chance glance from strangers
Empty tables for their void

Empty moments
Waiting to be filled
New stories
In sharing find a thrill

Absence that I am feeling now
Like cravings hardly to allow
To know this sinking in the chest
And think of the fuller times you bless
Time stretched into distance, hopes
That you will return to understand why this is wrote.


Destroy by force of number
The voice in wilderness
Seek sides in contradiction
The value to deny

This is the way oppressors
Suppress the dissidents words
Ganging up to negate
It’s how they play all sides

Steam rolling criticism
The status quo upheld
Cast out as a pariah
Enemy of credo

Undermining credibility
Deny even reality
Throwing of first stone
They’ll say it’s only mud

Implying falsehood
Challenging each affiliation
Thinking only to exclude
Burning every bridge
Amplifying issolation
No where left to belong
Its how they dominate
One vision to promote

They’ll call it anarchism
Or say satanic verse
Extremism of course
How could the work be worse?
It’s how they claim the power
For each sacred cow
Shaking to foundations
In contrast to deconstruct
Refute by force of number
Social media to its crimes

The stick

Sticks and stones may break my bones
Mental health labels really hurt me
Excluded by your words
And you don’t even try to get to know me

I thought that names would never harm
Now I close my ears to find my calm
Nothing good to tell me
Why would I be left listening

They make out this is a perfect world
Come join the life raft
Grab an oar
But they’re not rowing for a brighter shore
The screaming of a drowning man
That they offer no support

You seem to think I make excuses
When the way they treat me
Leaves me dysfunctional
Couldn’t join in if I tried
You live life as if defined by work
Well, this is what I do.

Sticks and stones have broke my bones
But never hurt me half as much
As labels they promote
No meaning to their words
How much disruption could they give
This is not how I’d choose to live

How much do you think of me
When you cast me in outsiders role
No hand up, no kind of help
Do you think a pill could fix it
No answers that you give to me
Just a victim to your words


We are all demons
All die a little death
Tearing flesh with claws
Sucking final breaths

Summoners in pentagrams
Invocation of dead gods
Incantation of Goetia
Gesture of the wand

Long lost languages on tongue
Evocation of the dark
The spells when we were young
Death magics necromancy

In the empty ruins of a church
The incense on the breeze
Inscribing of the circle
Dark robes upon the knee

The raising of the sword
Commanding of the spirits
Into the triangle of art
Form takes shape by candle light

Crossing over lines
Realms of dark dominion
Calling to lost souls
Sold on a fantasy
The heady days of youth
When we sought paths of hidden truth
Blood reign in the sacrifice
For Today we all are daemons

First thought

First thought to paper
Each word precursor to the next line
Maybe with a concept
Or dictated by a rhyme

The sum of an intellectual struggle
Or an emotive flow
Strung through the verses
Who knows where it will go

Do you think that it’s a labour
That I sweat my brow to come up with
The next image that floats by
On the stream of consciousness?
I take pleasure in the writing
So it’s with pleasure all are made

Does it have to have a meaning
Is the process not enough
Do you in your reflections
Even know what I intend ?

Creativity is a mystery
Suspending judgement for a while
Letting go of self censor
In its criticism of the artists role

Dib dib dob
Suck my nob
Diddley Diddley dum
Stick up your bum
It doesn’t need to follow Shakespeare
To be worth the writing of.
It’s logical inconsistency
That makes the writing fun.

Whores of christ

A holy crock of shit
That’s all you offer me
Striped of all we own
Resigned to poverty

You say I lack the spirit
There’s enough fire to defy
Your dogma from your book
The pulpit for all your lies

Bible black the burned church roofs
Where you’d pray away the gay
A Molotov salute
That’s all I’d give to you

They whip and torture minds
Without a thought of mercy
Saying the faithless are blind
To force submissions bended knee
Making a monks cell
With chains you’d make lives hell

The whores of Christ petition
Mutter curses in a prayer
For the lonely and rapacious
You say it’s a cross they have to bare

You steal the food from mouths
To form a beggars bowl
To prove the power of a god
That clearly isn’t there
You say life is a journey
Towards some spiritual end
I’m more interested in the price of pizza
And fine coffee to clear my head


This was a truly sterling purchase
And now I love arse an’ all
Good vibrations from my massager
They shoot, they score, it’s goal!

At first it was a bit of a stretch
A bend and then a twist
With a little lubrication
My prostate now is kissed

My flexible little friend
Now I’ve diversified
When will the good times end?
You see, you’re versatile

Sliding on my ring
I squirm at what you bring
A little piece of heaven
Each setting hums and sings

They say that sex is dirty
At least when it is good
Now I’ve sat my A levels
Dirt track I ride roughshod

The spice of life
A touch of glitter
Now I don’t need a wife
For now my good vibrations
Free me of frustrations without strife
Now I’m all for arse an’ all
It’s Sterling, I shoot, they score!

Third mind (on Ginsberg)

Cut up
Fold in
Random words picked from a book
Interrupting flow of thought
Freedom of association
Prompting the next line.

Cut in
Book interrupting
Promoting freedom
Thought flow
Association picked
Words next line

Next book
Line flow
Picked words
Thought association
Freedom interrupting
Random cut

Random words
Freedom flow
Interrupting thought
Line cut
Next association
In up

Third mind
Co consciousness
Choose your input
Dancing with the random
Beat poets


Nauseous at a kiss
The thousands of bacteria
Passed by your lips
As if you spit into their mouth

A dreamt caress
That trembles on the breath
Communicating love
In soft belonging touch

Stark contrast
The mouth with which you eat
Your tongue gristle meat
The throat from which you vomit

Like gossamer wings
That land upon the skin
Healing the bruise
Cleansing of the chafes

The gnashing teeth
The rubbery gums
Halitosis to expel
Noxious gasses you contain
Your fidelity in the expression
Offends my aching loins

How sweet the moments
Spent with that feel
As hearts meet
In a longing sigh
To kiss and kiss once more
Returning to your side

Dream catcher

Watch the changing faces
Shuffling a stacked deck
Marked cards dealt to trump

Rooms where we forever greet
Those dancing heads to chance meet
Stage managed signals from the script
Suspicions cast into the fray

Known associations to explore
Unraveling the dream catchers web
Spiral dancers round the ring
Plucked feathers for thanksgiving day

The strands that fall
The links we make
The hackers of a social web
To cast nets from the shore

The blackboards test of credibility
To be able to read betwixt the lines
Deadly precision as you scrawl
Chalk hearts that fade by the close of days

What is the commedia dell’arte
Where foes dance in their multicoloured coats of dream
Wooden swords
Like a tilt of the cross
A dress change in the masquerade
That bleeds the pen to black and white
Love letters cannot scale cell walls
With a hope to liberate


Dance with a stranger
In time to the clack of heels
Destined for the rhythms fall
Broken stiletto like Judas at the back

To know me is to love me
Key to a mystery unknown
Soap operas stacking cards
A libretto serenades a trap

The profile fits
The masks are on
Interrogation twice removed
Misspelt longings from the pen

The evidence collecting
Like your black books
Prizes that are sure to thrill
Early retirement in the fall

To dance again
We take the floor
An excuse me
Spinning heads to lead

Ever mindful of the part we play
Attempting to step beyond the cast roles
A foxtrots hunt, blooded, flowing from white dress
The dance of strangers to impress


The ring kept changing
Whilst the hand remained the same
Like a black widows intrigue
Prepared to sacrifice again

Glasses concealing a falling tear
Sunshade memory of a hidden bruise
Mr punch prepared for his decent
A road to hell from a battered wife

A black heart
Deadly nightshades veil
Dilating pupils
Reflection in the actresses eyes

Carmens red dress
Like the cloak before the bull
Announcing the fight
Within a triangle this ring

Ever observant
Of the courtly rhyme
Language of flowers
In the ways of the flytrap

The web of morning
Strung with diamond tears
The dew collects
Like ink to a poison pen
The strands that tremble like the wings
Of her prey caught by the final act


Monsters in the news today
Oh boy!
Never stop to wonder
If the media is a vale

They’ll say you’re crazy
If you can see
Past the generated faces
Of the monsters they make up

You could make a tidy penny
Keeping us all in the dark
Stories to frighten children
There’s more to fear on the doorstep

Monsters in the new today
Oh boy!
Can the outer circle
Even keep a straight face
Errorism everywhere
Keep buying into their lies

Monsters in the news
Monsters under the bed
Monsters they keep promoting
Monsters only in your heads

There’s real monsters
They’re protecting
Monsters that any sane person
Would want to see dead.
Monsters in the family tree
Monsters somehow unsaid.


Profits off of others labours
Hard suffering
Forever doffing caps
Resigned to kissing up

Sell me the right to disagree
Sell me the freedom to offer my revolt
Sell me a fantasy of liberty
Save me from reality

Advocates not seen for dust
Lawyers domination without trust
Civil rights leaders stacking cards
Just to score political points
You forever play as both sides
Toward collusions stalemate

Sell me a dream of having a life
Sell me a reason to not have to fight
Sell me redemption and truths light
Save me from eternal struggle

Whilst you were snorting a line
And paying a daughter for a good time
I was crying out in the wilderness
Just for a chance of justice

Sell me a hope that I can’t win
Sell me corruption for your sins
Sell me nothing but a lie
You sell out every time.


I dream of having the dream
To dream the dream
Of dreaming of you.

I dream of dreaming true
Fingers touch
A dream of dreams with you.

I dream of dreaming you
To silence a scream
At ever missing you.

I dream of having a dream
To dream a dream
Of just holding you

I dream of dreams
To end all misery
Dreaming of the dream
In slumbers from loves mystery

To rise only to dream a waking dream
To dream the dream
Of being with you.
I have a dream
A dream of dreaming alone with you.


You may think you’re being clever
Are you really clever enough
To see how much you don’t know
Is your being clever really just bluff?

It may seem elementary
When the patterns revealed
The thread to a motive
Concrete evidence sealed

Can they predict much more
Than what you’ll choose on TV
Or products in placement
Foreshadowed you’ll see?

Do you need half the things
You think that you want
If you had it all
What then left to hunt?

Pushing at buttons
Seeing how they react
Pride before falls
Is your success just an act?
Can you step beyond presumption
Ideology to corrupt?

Are you clever enough
Original thought beyond bluff?
Oh,to be clever
Self deceit, more attractive than love
Do you seek to conform
Afraid to be different?
It’s what they’re teaching in schools
Just bending the rules
Are you so clever
You can’t see most of us are really just fooled?



Spot the psychopath
That’s a great game
Except for all the case studies
Most of them appear quite sane

Antisocial, or so you expect
More than likely they were a hall monitor
Or the school prefect
Not just surface charm but with real respect

Often successful
In business and home
You’ll find them with their family
Not a stranger alone

They mingle quite nicely
But can step out of their role
Taking unawares
Mad Wolves in the fold

Sociopathy not quite what it seems
Social chameleons
They might be leading your team
Needles in haystacks, profiles that fit in
The stereotype
Yet so few fit that mould.

The story you’re sold on
Just myths for the blind
They’re not out on the moors
They’re the same as your kind
Only difference is they go one step beyond
And only after the event are they analysed
You won’t find what you look for in a crime thriller
Nor in psychology books
You can’t predict the unpredictable
They’re not natural born killers.



He’s a very active imagination
He’s an old soul
He’s as good as gold really
Just like the photos we took

A quiet child
Likes to play alone
Never had many friends
Because we drove them all away

Always had a lot of toys
Until we stole them all
Spoilt little brat
Never happy with its lot

It speaks
It cries
It doesn’t know it’s born
It will be sorry when we’re gone

Should have put it up for adoption
No one will ever love it
No one will want to know
No one will give a damn

It has nightmares at night
It has an overly active imagination
It’s a ginger beer
It’s an old soul
It’ll never be believed
It was always just the worms
We’ll claim the insurance
When it ends up dead.
Nothing will ever come of it
It'll never make anything of its life
Best to ignore it
It's got nothing realy much to say.


Maybe it was the way
Your gloved clenched fists
Whipped my naked body
With stinging nettles

Maybe it was the scary stories
That you pleasured yourself with
As you groped my tiny body
A different feeling up for every character

Maybe it was the way you said
That I was a big girls blouse
Whilst you slammed my fingers
In the door for a ‘black mans’ pinch

Maybe it was how you called me names
‘A little fucking queer’
Whilst you disempowered me
And held me down for worse.

Maybe it was the way you dominated
Hypnosis through your words
Trying to programme to change voice
Or whilst torturing flicked me in the eyes
Claiming it would make a man of me
With actions to desensitise

Maybe it’s because you called me
By another’s name for fun
Whilst you inserted objects
Maybe how you held me under
In the bath till I choked on water
Maybe it isn’t me that’s sick
Because you did these things to a small boy.
Maybe I’d like to skin you alive
Nailed to a chair
Because the memory haunts me still
And will be with me throughout my life.


Ugly relatives

No dream come true
That’s what I think of you

More than a state of mind
Nature has been unkind

Deep down in your heart
I should have seen it from the start

It’s what I see in you
Like a broken glass I’m seeing through

There’s nothing quite as ugly
As your cold black heart
Some are an ugly duckling
But you’re just as ugly now as at the start

No dreams come true
It’s what I find in you
It’s all you’ll ever be
Ugly thoughts
You think of me
When I look right through
Like something I flushed down the loo
That’s all that I can see
All I’ll ever think of you.

Family album

Rage that grips the throat
Choking on black smoke
Dark as any memory
That graced the burning family album
Didn't have them at the fake wedding
That they directed through their hate

Stoking the fire
Guy Fawkes night
Rebellion raises a fist
Tight enough to explode

The flames lick the pages
As sooted corners curl
Fire flys take wing
Raising the vale to the nights sky

Poking with a stick
The crisp and brittle mounts
As the polaroids ignite
In chemical light

I didn’t keep one photo
To remind me of their shame
Or the pains that engulf me
When I try to recall their forgotten face

The family album
Burned down to dust
Like the images of abuse
They hid in the bottom of a drawer
Masking my despair
A knot within the gut
Thankful that they’re gone
And the mornings sun comes up.

The Haywain

At onset of noon
Time to cool the legs
The mornings work begins to fade
Into the ford to wade
The majesty of the hay wain
In the national remains

The parched thirst
As wood begins to shrink
The sweat mopped flanks
wet the wheels ride off the banks

Gideons farm house
The white walled cottage
A place to lay the weary head
Dream through the afternoon of the time for bed

Where Willy Lott spent each day
In his fond seclusion
Perhaps to read a book
Or write the wainwright to fix the cracking spokes
Watch the seasons turn
On the cartwheels of agriculture

To paint is to feel
The scrape of the pallets blade
Deep oil to sculpt
With each stroke to make
The energy in motion through the days
Pastel clouds that fade to greys

Constable country
The Suffolk landscape
No place like home
To paint of English county
Come thresh the hay
Rest the draft
Adjust straw hats
Find shade of the trees
Call the dog come to
And idle the quiet waters by


Fanning the flames of desire
No way to cool the heat
The whisper breeze on your hair
That speaks of still hotter passions

Naked feet as if in submission
To have the ankles tied
Leather straps to raise the thighs
Where steam from moisture boils
To lick smooth skin
With ambrosia honey sweat

Global warnings in heatwave
Warming of parched lips
Like the thirst forever felt
Never to be quenched

Festival dreamers
And rainbow flags
Raising the flanks
In muddy welly’s to sustain
Hopes for solidarity
Muted by divides

Distorted cries
The furnace rages
Like the forest fire
To consume all in its flames

Sore as sunburn
The afterglow on your cheeks
That speaks of fond recollection
Of the summer loving relentless beat

The cave

Did you see the product placement
They’ve added to TVs
As if all their illusions
Aren’t so easy to see

My neighbour said it’s deep thoughts
Meaning for our lives
Hitchhikers to the galaxy
They’ll send us stepford wives

Some hear the voice of god
Others know it’s just AI
Some think they’re hearing spirits
Low tech ever kept so blind

Could it have been this way for centuries
People kept in the dark
The governments dictating
With Windows Homo Superior?

When was zero history
Are the myths just the themes
That feed your fake news
Whilst you're a slave to credit cards?

Is consciousness in need of upgrade
With patterns recognised
Thoughts fed with precognition
Of the revolving wheel of events?
Fate writ amongst the stars
Their flickering shadows to your cave walls.

The middle

Middle class publishers
Reading middle class books
Don’t even speak my language
In another world, no second look

Outsider artists
Not welcome in the fold
Crayons scrawl a prison wall
The themes never getting old

Serving time
Dues to the blues
Only the fading Memory of metal cutlery
And the longed for taste of black pud

Soap box without a leg to stand on
Speakers corner out in the cold
Marble statues declare forever
Only the chosen stand the test of time

Middle class artists
Middle class asthetes
Middle class dreamers
Middle class pedestals
Middle class business
Middle class loans
Middle class fantasy
Middle class homes
Middle class educations
Middle class drugs
Middle class doctors
Middle classed pigs
Middle class teachers
Middle class rules
Middle class lawyers
Only middle class rights
Middle class publishers
Only fit for my arse middle classed books.


Pressure from the day we’re born
Pressure, to conform
Dogma just like state control
It’s on their brains, don’t be their fool

Pressure to bow down
Pressure to be their clown
They venerate the ones that get to speak
From a pulpit which to preach

Pressure, saying disbeliefs insane
They’ll say they’re the one who gave you brains
The chosen people on the march
Your genotype means that much

Pressure to conform
Arranged in groups, are you on their side?
They’ll promise love like you’ve never known
All you have to do is submit to belief

Pressure, how they know your soul
Send you to a doctor of their faith
With authority from up above
If you don’t listen they’ll say you’ll die

Pressure from the day we’re born
Pressure ever to conform
Better stand up for your rights
Cos they think theirs is a hallowed fight
Social Pressure, it’s what they use
Pressure, do you take all their abuse?


Cliches, turning through my head
Cliches, restless in my bed
Ever anxious in a moments delay
Ever hopeful that I’ll find a way

Cliche, as heart skips a beat
Cliche, when eyes and hearts meet
Ever singing with a muted song
Never wanting to put foot wrong

Toss and turning through the night
Awaiting the dawning of the light
Remembering words that we spoke
Anyway, that’s why they’re wrote

Cliche, inspired by their face
The tortoise that would like to win one race
Knowing there can be no more
Than the summation of the final score

Longing to hold aloft the prized cup
Snakes and ladders, rising up
Tracing porcelain, your fingers, only you
As your lips caress to drink a morning brew

Cliches running through my head
With all those words still left unsaid
Anticipation on a fevered brow
Grasping emptiness just for now
A warmth that rose like a blush to cheek
Red rising like those lips I seek
In that moments fear of disconnect
The dancing in the waves, still dreams unwrecked.


Crush all dissent
Make free thought a crime
Rebellion met
With mental health act

Barb wire thorns
Crown each fence
Courtyard screams
Go stretch your legs

Politic of fear
So best behave
Or you’ll face the wall
Lost hopes graffitis fall

The ones who stand out
They hate the most
The deviant their just reward?
Left without a human right

Take your medicine
Be a good boy
Shut your mouth
Let them control your thoughts
Be made an example
Until your death

Their drugs don’t work
They’ll warp your mind
A closed ward door
Is all you'll find
Revolution brings
The wage of sin
A not so empty head
Go change your bed.


The grave

The odious cask
My open grave
Final rest within a crate
They’ll cry repent
Their god so great

To bid farewell
Turn back on life
Weary of ongoing fight
Perhaps to remark
In final words
On this last passage
A closing verse

Bow down to all their mocking words
Submit to the vulgar and their prayers
Close accounts with communions thirst
A final drink to greet the hearse

Go quiet into that long night
Rest easy for their lord will greet
In forgiveness for the battle
Be cut down to size
Join with the herd
Like any other cattle

If I falter
If I bow
If I offer prayer
Coerced by fear
Will it mean that all believe
In the end their priesthood wins?

Perhaps in weakness
Perhaps in woe
Hypocrisy consumes frail thoughts
Know this of my final breath
If it is toward god
In final judgement
It will be to pronounce him dead


I’m minding my own business
Whilst you try to drive me quite insane
I’m minding my own business
Why can’t you do the same?

I’m minding my own business
See you in the toilets just the same
I’m minding my own business
I’ve never even seen cocaine

I’m minding my own business
I’ve nothing to conceal
If you really have to search
Put the bins out when you leave

I’m minding my own business
Whilst you want to monitor all I say
I’m minding my own business
But you like to get in my way

I see you nodding to your teams

You're not as subtle as you seem.


I’m minding my own business
Why do you like to watch me shop?
When I view a porno
Does it make undercover want to wife swap?
You seem to think I'm crazy
But you're the ones who like to watch.

I’m minding my own business
Whilst you feed my news app falsehood
Do you have a watch on what I click
Perhaps you fear I’ll chop off your dick?
I’m minding my own business
I suggest you do the same
It's not paranoia on my part
With you keep looking in.


Rich men full of big ideas
Can buy a bill board
Bend youths ear
They’ll tell you service is the key
Kiss their arse, that’s all they mean

There’s those left waiting in the line
No keys to doors just serving time
Miracles they sell to those who break
To their promises all so fake

Bed and breakfast sure to make
A tidy penny for those selling cake
A Feast of Fools or so they think
This suffering pays for the big nobs drinks
Tell us your secrets, how does it feel
When all your hopes are for your next meal.

Turn eyes to heaven
Just empty skies
Buy a plane ticket
If you want to fly
The perverse sell their shows to the teens
A life in porn is all they mean

Seeking salvation for our pains
If you don’t bow they say you’re insane
Life’s mystery find in small measures
Turn your face to seek more earthly pleasures

There’s those who find meaning in their kids
When they rebel they flip their lids
Life was not made for servitude
Seek in small freedoms certitude.


The sun comes up
Each passing day
The clouds all part
From out its way

Dawn chorus sings
The harmony of birds
Thought begins
A stream of words

The seasons turn
The weathers change
Themes return
Patterns rearranged

The years go by
Blink of the eye
So soon it seems we come to die
No rhyme or reason, still we try

The sky’s still blue
Few dreams come true
Seems some are fed
Into an empty head

The stars at night
Still reach out
To each other’s light
No need to shout

Strangers pass
By empty tables
All try to do what they are able
Until the last
Breath of the wild
Playing games learned as a child
The sun comes up just the same
It will last longer than the memory of our names.

Roger the lodger

Jolly Roger
This is what they all say
Ran off with the lodger
Now they’re happy all day

Roger the todger
For a role in Oliver
Just like the artful dodger
But a bit flasher they say

Jolly Roger
Don’t let the wife get in the way
Sticks french letters in the postbox
They’ve got the biggest package
so the single mums all say

Roger the todger
When he’s down the bank
Shakes it like a crowbar
His deposit doesn’t lack

Jolly Roger
Took the byway
Likes it up the bypass
So we hear them say

Roger the todger
They all love a Rogering
Ran off with the lodger
No really, ooh I say.


Familiarity to belong
The known, for to long

A strange reaction
Seeking satisfaction
Memory of her soft cheek
Uncertain fingers beseech

There but never truly here
Someone to lean on if you dare

Chemical reactions
Perfumed sensations
Scents try to reach
Senses which to seek

Subtle turns to taste
Hope the phrase won’t go to waste
Only a mirror which to face
The tortoise still determined to win a race
The void with recollections her form trace
To weave a cloth of finest lace
The flowing pen still keeping pace
The comfort of her side


Your little puppy dog eyes
Make me want to give you a home
If you’re really good
I might give you a bone

You’ve a cute wet nose
You like to rummage in holes
We all know how it goes
I’m gonna be filling your bowl

With a wag of your tail
That you chase night and day
How could you fail
When I tell you to stay

You give me your love
With a lick of your tongue
Puppy dog eyes
Remind me of when you were young

Give a dog a bone
Give their coats a shine
From the rescue home
Where they’re waiting in line

Puppy dog eyes
The wag of your tail never lies
Are you just pleased to see me
Or is it because you want me to feed ya?
Give a dog a permanent home
They’re the ones for the bone
Take them out for a walk
I could swear they can talk


Tempered folded steel
Many times is beaten
Forged in the molten fire
And quenched in steaming tears

The hammer falls
Bending into layers
Like the trunk of the mighty tree
With branches turned toward the wind

Stoking the flames
The bellows blowing
To amplify the heat
Whilst the tongs grip resilience

Differential hardened
Masked by clay
The stiffness of spine
And hardened blade

The water margin
Leaves it’s wave
The rippled hamon
Of the cutting edge

The sharpened line
With balanced weight
Extends from the gripping hand
Aligned along the hilt
The slash of lightning
That rends the night
Curved fang to cut foes down
Death sheathed and yet to strike


I like a fine squeeze
In particular one who can tease
If she was down on her knees
My how that would please

I’d bend her over the desk
And her rump could be blessed
With the red blush warm from the hand
That not too heavy there lands

Would we need a safe word
When their cries would be heard
Boundaries respected
Hot panting reflected

Would it be indiscreet
To say how I wish they could meet
All such tests to surpass
How I long for their ass

She’s the finest of squeezes
And my how she teases
I’d like to bite at her lip
Whilst her thighs spasms grip

Down on those knees
To teach them how to please
It may seem indiscreet
But I’d sweep them off their feet
When her skin blushes so red
By my hand, squeezing led
So warmly to comfort
With a kiss to her cheeks.

His story

By a storytellers light
Sat on the edge of the night
Glint of steel in the eye
To clothe half truth in lies

Did you hear the latest tales
How the youth just cannot fail
If they follow in the footprints
Of the well worn trodden paths

Nothing ever changed
Innovation rearranged
Who runs off with the money
Stealing wheat from all the chaff?

The old goat
Thought so wise
By young admirers eyes
Leading train of thoughts
Pied pipers rats are caught
Who’d descend into those depths?

Magic beans
Why not climb to new heights
Flying free of life’s restraint?
Do beware when comes the fall
Snake oil sellers
Awaiting hopes to rob

No longer burnt
Playing with fire
The fingers grip the poker
To stoke the fading embers
The story tellers steely eye
That penetrates the night

Night owler

Hawk and dove
Casting lots
Selling end of war
Peace from up above

Did you ever hear the owl
Does she really give a hoot
Eyes as wide as saucers
With wisdom to wrong foot

Networks unseen
Eyes on every scene
Blind assets wearing midnight
Shifting into focus
To look on bespectacled

Simple Simons
All sold on their ideals
Limited in view
All think they’re in on every deal
Black and whites
All fearing shades of grey

Can you see clearly now
Are the clouds really gone
Or does the seasons early myst
Keep your perspective in the wrong?
Outer circles
Accuse conspiracy

Hawks and doves
Checker boards of conflict
But don’t forget the owls
Concealed by the tree line
Shadows by fire light
That oil the wheels for war and peace

Lovers leap

Making love from the heights
Entwined upon the diving board
Awaiting naked satisfaction
To leap into the moist refreshing depths

I used to think I could move mountains
Weave dreams from snowy peaks
Walk a thousand miles
Just to see her smile

I took the long road home
Walked a lonesome path
When they asked me if I cared
Couldn’t say I’d even had a bath

Frayed jeans like webs of string
Knobled knees poking through
Like shaved heads seeking wigs
To hide the fading summer light

What would it be like to dive
Into fresh cool blue waters
Conjoined in each other’s arms
Falling from our passions heights?

The shock of the new
Cleansed in tears to bathe
Not even caring
If my cries were premature
Did you read this mornings news?
Seems they’re lost for innovation.


They say the pen
Is mightier than the sword
With experience
I come to distrust all such empty words

Distress in crossed wire signals
Crying for attention
In hope and anguish
For a listening ear

Comforted yet pained
Sabotage to fuel
Repeating same mistakes
Like any other fool

In the arms I would choose to rest
Yet struggling to release the grip
Ever feeling needy
Approval to be stripped

A lonely boy
Trying to rework the script
A fine romance
Where love letters forever rip

Alone through darkest night
Those bitten fingernails
Reach out toward the light
A heart bruised still bewails
But safely rapt in beddings shroud
Still trying to subvert what is allowed
Turning from thoughts of the blade
To reflect on what the pen has made.

Cafe cream

Jump start the heart
A bitter after taste
Coffee stains collecting in the cup
Filled to the brim in wakefulness

Ground dark beans
The flavour of the rising dawn
Golden creamy head
That raises hope from slumbers death

The clank of the ringing spoon
Stirring longings to reach out
Face another day
Hell and high water, come what may

Crumbs from the rich mans table
Breakfasting on broken bread
But hearts cannot live alone
On what beggars hands are fed

Awaiting on the sunrise
The night still crisp and cool
Hanging on the first thought
That rises misty from the dreams

I thought of you on waking up
Through half remembered words
And when I turned to face the day
Recalled how we would speak again
Sadly yet with hope
That light may come this way.



Vanishing point of perspective
Under the microscope
Adjusting magnification
Follicles of her hair

To save a cut lock
As recollections book mark
The turning of each page
Welcoming each chapter

Pitch perfect in the soundtrack
Moving pictures on the screen
Projections of the mind
Silhouettes of conducting hands

The seer and the seen
Adds interpretation to each scene
Strung along by stories
Revelations to insight

Ripples resonate
To each pluck of the heartstring
Stirring of the depths
Diving far below

Beauty in reflection
Drawn close by the telescope
To reach from the lit moon
Touch down on Tera firma
Fingers gently stroke
Her lipstick left imprinted on the glass.


Escape into imagination
In flights of fantasy
Stretching wings towards the sky
Reaching beyond the cold bars

We didn’t all make it
Not everyone survived
Crushed under the boot
Of the prison guards

The vital spark
In inspiration
Enlightening the mind
Liberty through art

Light within the darkness
Voice of the oppressed
Relieving of the load
Freedom from the bonds

Ugliness subdued
To purify the eye
Envisioning perfection
Found within the human smile

Intrinsic to the story
The perspective from which it’s wrote
Fragile scratching of the pen
Producing narrative
The solitude of subject
Transfixed by the words
Ever magnifying scene
With the depths of its gravity

The lens

Wide lens or full zoom
Lives caught in the act
By the press men’s flash

Another front page dream
Or a nightmare to expose
Single lens in reflex
Capturing another pose

Subtle nuances
In chance expression
Lies behind a makeup mask
Shifting into focus
Pushed onto the tracks

Many faceted of words
Like a prism catching light
Multicolour to refract

Call it intuition
Evidence after the fact
Rock and roll suicides
That want the limelight back

Lipstick loaded like bullets
In the snipers sights
It’s murder on the dance floor
Folding the newspaper
Bound for Charing Cross
Cartoon charactertures
Shifting into focus
Portraits for rouges gallery
Traps catching light within the lens.


Fever ever lusts
Delights under the sheets
That I may lay there rapt
Full spent within those arms

They call fowl jeers in envy
Crawling with deceit
Claim that love is false
A malaise of the wanton mind

To become more
Through this dependence
And reach beyond the bounds
Of the lonely self
Know in the others eyes
The secrets of the heart

In shame eyes cast lowly
Virgins chaste , yet oh so holy
To give them the passions due
And penetrate the truth

To die a little death
Recline within the form
Never to be subdued
A portraiture of the nude

Rapt within the sheets
Repose until repeats
The passion of hearts blood
That rises within the flood
To wipe torments fevered brow
Washed clean by our own sweat

With nothing to repent.



A sickness unto death
Ever deflating of the self
Afraid of their own ego
Claiming a disease they can’t transmit

Trapped by their own insanity
A distortion to reality
Where only god can heal
Forever cursed to letting go

Cults all claim in service
To the groups ideal
Its where they meet their higher power
That isn’t even real
Easing god out
The answer is 'so what?'.

To embrace the past
Owning your resentment
Become gentle to the self
And aim at your own fulfilment

To find grace in solitude
Freedom of the thought
Passionate of feeling
And find your own meaning for a hope

Journeying within
Reflecting on the heart
Embracing the glad days
When you alone are your own wealth
To stand free of ideology
And replace it with self worth



Through a glass darkly
Mirrors of the web
Diplomatic bags
Riches out of rags

The whisper in the ear
Promises of love
Feeding obsession
Submission to those above

Just Like a prayer
Sticking in the throat
The fragrance of love letters
Left forever unwrote

Making a curtsy
Bowing of the head
Shaking of the hand
Perfumed flower beds

Sweetening the pill
Helping medicine go down
Goaded into service
Subliminal led around
Inteligence restrictions
Thoughts could use a fire wall

Is anybody free
Of the woven patterns
That rule over minds
And dictate our lives
Seeds fed through language?
Ever striving to break loose
Majestic in the rhythms
Reminders of the waltz
Who leads a merry dance ?
Response as if by chance

Girl with a curl

The girl with the curl
Be sure to give her a whirl
Oysters coming out of their shells
Do Watch out for her pearls

Just where is that girl
Where’s she hiding that curl?
If she slips off her boots
You could be cocked to shoot
Don’t go coming to blows
From the curl of her toes

She looks good in stockings
And likes to go shopping
Kept in her handbag
Witches wands, what a drag
In a silk purse
You could be bound for the worst
Lace to her holdups
You could be facing her curse

You could be pulling at pig tails
With that cutesy forelock
She’s never known to fail
In a black satin frock
With a curl of the toes
Feel her static shock
You know how it goes
Your gun could be ready to cock

She’s a very good talker
Though she can tell quite a porker
When she’s blowing smoke rings
Curled lips silence brings
Sucking on a cigarette holder
You wont feel too much bolder

That girls for a whirl
Your toes gonna curl
As she has a quick drag
And she stamps out a fag
Watch out for the wand
she keeps in her handbag
The girl with a curl
My, How her story unfurled


Soul prisons

You impose on me
Your interpretation
Saying there must be a soul
You’re running out of time
Don’t you see you’ve just this life

The self expressed in time
Lives on in eternity
Every blade of grass unique
But there will be new shoots come the spring

Temporal prisoner
Chained to our place in history
Shackled by the world
And the rule of others games

Sit back and let it be
Just go with the flow
You could be running out of luck
Taken down by the undertow

You say you find fulfilment
In delusions of self importance
Eternal in spirit
Be sure to check the hour glass

Pay me by the minute
Or don’t pay me at all
The only freedoms what you buy
So be sure to give the going rate
We’re all here now, no evidence of souls
In a few generations the memory will be lost.
Decide to relinquish choicel to a higher power
Bet your bottom dollar that’s philosophic suicide.


Didn’t matter much what we tried
The cards were stacked against us
So few choices to decide
Is it me that’s irresponsible ?
When they directed they always lied
Things could be coming up roses
But they kept getting in the way

The young dream too big
The old of a peaceful life
Glitter of success
Fools gold of the limelight

Did you stop to ask yourself
Just what all of its about?
You’ll find in this story
No one wrote a meaning for life

Every answer leads to more questions
About the means of control
Left out on street corners
Where loves light grows cold

You say there’s always a choice
Safe in your ivory towers
The law of the jungle
The poor drained of power
Their only leap of faith
Could be off the nearest bridge

Security on loan
Down payment on some comfort
The price of a bottle
To pretend there’s no suffering for the silenced.
If there’s meaning to the pain
It’s left out crying in the rain.
When it came to responsibility
I must have had an alergic reaction
Say I'm the living proof
That there's progress in inaction.


The tremble of the lips
Meeting in a kiss

Where tongues pool
In a moist caress
Drinking in
Memory in half closed eyes

Party time
Streamers popping to the sky
Laddering stockings
With bitten finger nails

The raised hem
Of hands reaching under skirt
Ruffled creases with the gentle stroke
Fingers painting the moister as they trace

Black lacquer
The painted shade of death
That hangs over pillows of the night
A mattress straining with the flow of hips
Where hands grip the reclining form
Prostrate the fragile pinned down torn

Never leaving hand
Three diamonds on a single band
She said it lingers like any holiday romance
But never to eternal longing as this kiss
The great pretender
Hiding tears with a makeup mask


Webs of deceit
Many disparate strands
To head off red Indians at the pass
Investing in their future supports

We’ll assign them a real man
The joys of recovery
Plants in Masonic interventions
To protect new generations from truth

Rewrite their history
Bring them back to their senses
Chop off their heads
Loosing their minds

The new age is technological
Are you looking for signs?
Projecting meaning
Through both hopes and fears

Careless whispers
Where counsellors leak
For a bribe in this deal
As a last resort
We could spike them with a rise.

Say it’s all lies
But the extent of the cover ups
Might just reveal
The fact that abusers conspire.
Cowboys and Indians
Need I remind?

Abuser (can't prove what football boot brand you wore in the 1970's, you must be ill then, false memmory... likely story for someone to disclose for 30 years of sobriety in deapth therapy to be delusional about their entire childhood. And yes they also got me sweetys, so what.False memory is a dangerous ideology that lacks empirical weight promoted by those who defend offenders. So I suppose my dimwit psycho abscent mother wasnt called Pam and I talk to therapists about how I rode dinosaurs in childhood surrounded by scantily dressed amazons...)


They're an abuser
They’re crying false accuser
Reputations to defend
Where will it ever end?

They said it would confuse ya
Thought they knew how to use you
They’ve built their house of cards
Plastic junkies repayments guard
Have you seen the crime statistics?
The goverment feeds it's fictions.

Does the media disabuse you?
Teach you everything you know
When all they sell is narratives
I guess somethings got to give
They'll say you've got no proof
That they're the ones who sell us truth
Do press men give a toss
They'll say that you are a dead loss

Are they for real?
Do you have a better deal?
Claiming you're the false accuser
Were they the one and only to abuse ya?
Lawers on the make
They'll say the truth is fake

The burden of proof
Like a wolf knocking at the door
The past will have its say
But just who knows the score
Justice ever blind
To the victim so unkind

They’re an abuser
Claiming you’re just a loser
A false accuser
Give them their own medicine
They tell us it’s all just sin
You know only the system ever wins
Reputations to defend
Where will it ever end.


You go on pretending
In your suspicious way
Looking in on every reaction
Believing every accusers word

You think you can read me
Like an open book
Obsessed with your assumptions
Profiling to create guilt
Community like a gang of misfits
To try to drag down my name

You look for patterns
Recycling that just isn’t there
You’d make out my phone voice
Is a symptom of your false prophecy
Leading in misdirection
When there’s nothing to expose

Under the lens of your scrutiny
When will it ever end
You’d rather trade in falsehood
Than validate the lengths to which I went
Your violations
Increase with every passing year

Painting white as black
You show no interest in the facts
Forever false in your accusations
Do the labels even fit?
No one can be two people
Unless they're undercover of the night

I don’t want to know you
For all you ever do is lie
You are the reason I sit alone
There’s no point to even try
Convinced in your own virtue
Whilst my freedoms you deny.


The lost interest of this life
Offering wrist to suicidal knife
What hand can stay the cut
What hope to embrace new day?

Sometimes it’s like treading water
Until next time we meet
Sometimes it’s like a forest fire
Blazing to be heard

Incompleteness in relation
Yet providing more than what I’ve known
Connection in the meeting
That soothes the lonesome heart

Fragile fears to know attachment
Ever anxious of a loss
Knowing only of solitude
Imprisoned by their walls

The risk in reaching out
To long for another’s touch
To bask within a smile
Yet ever craving more

Do we just play out the roles
The wounds to listeners ear
Is it still safe to dream
Of dancing free into the years?
To know not the new horizon
The unwinding ball of fate
Still unraveling to emerge
To glean new meaning following its thread
The narrative we write
Stepping into another’s spotlight
Fleeing yesterdays shadows

A clearing in the woods

The Observer and the observed.
To dream of new endings for our parts
So close , yet to slip through the finger tips
Grasping for a truth to fulfill the heart.



Self serving fictions
Of the privileged few
Watch them on the TV
Just how much are they thinking of you?

They set up business
Their tax to relieve
Call it their charity
You just have to believe

Thin end of the stick
They don’t spare the rod
Rising to fall
Their flags serving one god

What entertains you
Is their means of control
Going full circle
We’ve heard it all before

Shit floats to the top
With what are you left?
Whilst their buying coke
You’ll be cleaning their bogs

Swallow bitter pill
Whilst they’re calling you ill
They've freedom in money
Left out on the street that’s how it goes
They’re buying people’s lives
So who’ll put on a show ?


In the autumns golden reign
Like the fall of the lonely leaf
Brittle browns from fading light
The dream of loves descent

Naked branches reaching out
Yet touch only cold emptiness
The scared bark of carved initials
That grew stretched by passing years

The memory of the seed
That struggled to break free
Piercing the soils earthy blanket
Potential taking root

Blossoms spring
That clothed green shoots
Green mantle shading head
Beneath its canopy

Recall the burgeoning weight of fruit
Sweet nectars fragrant harvest
Awakening taste buds
With a longed for bite

Yet the journey comes around
To the time of fall
The bark in age seems broken
Yet stands tall with a wide trunk
Autumns crisp golden bough to recollections
Collecting at our feet.


Flickering light
What chance impression
Can hold a moment
For all eternity

The canvas stretched
Awaiting touch
Raised spirits in the boating party
The rouge of wine flushed cheeks

The girl with the glass
A chance observer
Of artistries one love
To feast on the naked lunch

The absent stare
Lost in the thought
Perhaps longing to belong
Or step out from the paintings frame

Eyes still adrift
Upon the Seine
The contours lending flesh
Substance to firm form

Fingers intent to grip the stem
And drink of cool reflection
The girl with the glass
Fluidity raised to lips
Held forever as a kiss
That thirsts only to be free



Life’s woes like the weight
That drags on the sodden clothes
Of the drowning man
Lost to the undertow

To skip once more like children
Or the skimming stones into the waves
That crash down on fragile hopes
To wash the pebbles smooth

The family album
Passport photographs discarded
Like an aunts kiss in the station
Awaiting the late arrival of the carriages of adult life

Train wrecks going off the rails
An idiot that alights too late
And finding them self lost in mesmers maize
Arrives at the wrong destination

Pursed lips leave red gloss
The grip on the filter tip
Where cigarette machines
Short changed the impatient craving

News stands proclaiming death of innocence
Consumed by the thought that the thinking maybe someone else’s
Striving ever to be original
Yet the travel permit portraits fade
Torn canvasses
Like yesterday’s headlines.

Getting the picture

True likeness
Or sham of the camera
Who says the lens never lies?
Ever Sympathetic to the eye

To show another face
Pen another act
In a costume change
What gossip behind the curtain?

The permanence of picture
Frozen form in time
Guilder to the frame
Cropped by the gold leaf

The worth within a smile
However inauthentic
Their mask of lying eyes
A twinkle to the unknown act

Feelings to declare
Forever understated
Hid behind disguise
Subtle turn of phrase
Speaking as an aside
As if to an observer

Never sure of true intent
Behind the concealed thoughts
Falling on deaf ears
Self proclamation in soliloquy
Never wanting to be alone
Living within another’s shadow
Open to interpretation
Enigmatic wiles
Eyes frozen on the face
To get the picture being framed


Every time I hear the sound of violins
Orchestrated reverberations to the strings
The caress of the archetier
Stretching bows fashioned from horses hair

Every time the angels sing
Voices rising on the wing
The soprano there in harmony
To tenors chests reaching low

Wind section the oboe
Breathing life to melodies
Feeding the heart
With resonant fantasy

Blowing gently on the reed
Vibrating softly to the wood
Amplified within its tone
Chamber music d’amore

Soaring upwards with french horn
The brass punctuating with the score
Peel of trumpets call on high
Echoes somber of last post

Every time I hear the song of violins
I dream of the rhythm stroking her hair
Loosely griped in tremulous finger tips
The swell stirring the strings of the lonesome heart.

Newtons cradle

Moods ever fluid
As the pendulum swings
The Newton’s cradle
Arc of a curve

The spikes in extreme
A hearts search for momentum
Bearings collide
An elasticity to motion

The click of connection
Spheres transmit touch
Opposites to attraction
The energy of first impact

Conservation emotive
The push and the pull
Repelled then atract
The rock of taught strings

Coming together
Then stretched apart
Like the waves of the pulse
Where passions arise

The Newton’s cradle
The reaction as one
Swinging away
Then drawn to each other
Unified hopes
In an ongoing dance




She’s that twitchy itchy bitchy
You know where the money goes
Where the wild things go
That blow goes up her nose

She keeps going to the bathroom
She keeps men on their toes
Twitchy itchy bitchy
Keeps powdering her nose

Some can be quite snitchy
My how she wears her clothes
The usual suspects to her crimes
When she’s done up to the nines

Itchy twitchy bitchy
Keeps her glow in a compact
When she fixes her make up
She’s a beaut ain’t that a fact

Bitchy twitch itchy
Sherbet fountains for her glow
Just watch out when that space dust
Brings her down so low

Twitchy itchy bitchy
She’s powdering her nose
If you offer her a new line
She’ll strip off all her clothes



I don’t care what other people say
We have a time that is oh so gay
When other folk try to get in the way
I recall how you make the night turn into day

When bad times seek to bring me down
I dream of you coming round
There’s no better antidote to all my woe
I only yearn for more of you once you go

There can be no better way
To brighten even the darkest day
Hung up on every word you say
I think of you come what may

You know life sometimes can be so sad
And other folk can make me really mad
I think about the times we’ve had
That can make good of all the bad

I like it when you lend an ear
Putting to rest all my fears
I know that you are here
To help me shed the heart felt tears

I don’t care what other people say
We have a time that is oh so gay
When other folks get in the way
I know tomorrow is a better day

I'm so happy, I'm so gay

Nobody else can make me feel this way.


Cupid and psyche

Venus of the golden ass
No greater goddess to worship
With hand maidens to guide psyche
Beyond her lonely path

To sift the seed
Sort out the pulse
In to category
Potential of becoming
At one with lovers side

With grief to staunch
The arrows fated blood
A Golden Fleece
From the mad ram
Grasping at the horn
Soft touch of the healing wool

In despair
The source of the Styx
Where serpent guards it’s mouth
Weary to the task
Till in aid the eagles soar
And raise the tear filled flask
The waters of death yet cannot still the heart

Seek remedy for fading looks
To find in age new beauty
An antidote where suicide
Drags spirit into underworld
The tower warns with its words
Of how a lame man leads the labouring mule
The drowning man that grasps for hope
The weaving crone that darns her lost husbands funereal cloak
All seek to divert from the path
Where the quest is journeyed
The gift now placed within the box
Yet to steal its magic
Descend into eternal dream

A waking kiss
Restores vision
The assembly of the gods
Where wounded sides are healed
To drink ambrosias sweet nectar
And redeem temptation in longing arms
Wedded with the lovers heart
The soul reflected in the meeting
As Cupid joined with Psyche
Love in Eros’ bed to find
The union of heart and mind



You curse it as self pity
When I put my feelings first
You hide your heads in the sand
Rather than feel your own grief

All loss leads to sadness
You seek to deny and pray away
My tears not only anguish
There is anger in the pain

You say it’s just emotionalism
To listen to the heart
My greatest assets
To you just sin
Do I fear my own emotions?
Some put the horse behind the cart

You say resentment is a burden
When the fire that burns bright
Motivates toward action
And rings the bell of change
You tell me you are free
All I see is that you're shame faced

If I can’t allow my outrage
I can’t set a boundary
Fear protects from the unsafe
You are afraid of fear itself
If I fail to bathe in sorrows tears
I remain frozen through the years

You label these emotions ‘negative’
Without them I’m not whole
Divided against yourselves
How can you speak as if it’s health?
I cannot feel my joy
If I cannot face the pain
The sun can not come up
Till you clear it of the clouds of rain


Haunted by stepping into the beauty
Loosing metaphor in attempts to contain
Knowing only awe in the other
Where imagery falls short to contemplate pure being

Lost in appearances
One step removed within the thought
Reducing separateness
In the coming together

Embracing ambiguity
A spectre in reflection
Breaking down the essence
Of presence in this moment

Suspense of the judgement
To be in the experience
A day in the life
A world that’s full of holes
The unquantifiable
That cannot be contained

Trying to measure
Emptiness incomplete
Becoming into the scene
In the unity to exist

Normative values
Projecting your world view
In this world we are only guests
Partial awareness in multiplicity
Fragmented in attempts to control
The emergent into being


The slave ships of empire
Cast iron for the chains
The scars from the lash
Bit into bloody backs

Guineamen human cargo
Where only the rats are free
Reduced to commodity
No thought for dignity

The profit of unpaid labour
Marked for servitude
Death the one release
Cast bodies overboard

The crack of the whip
Cutting flesh of nine tails
No thought for humanity
Forced to serve fat cats

The cry in the night for Liberty
Fists raised in revolt
Throwing off the yoke of empire
Risking death for freedoms hope

No man should have a master
No one forced to submit
The hands that built the empires
Seize the right to remain free
Prisoners in holds
Souls chained to be sold
The bitterest reminder
Of Roots in memory

One crime
To cry freedom
For we shall not be enslaved
The mind forged manacles
With what cuffs now shackled?
What whip to flay the flesh?
Systems that enchain
One fist of liberty



Where the shadows fall
Across the face of the moon
Stretching into the long silhouette
Dark siders to explore

The twin globes of the heaving breast
Where fingers touch to lift the heart
Coming together in strokes caress
Where a talking drum beats in the chest

To speak of and in the rhythm
Percussive collision in a kiss
Breaking free of the silence
The whisper of hot breath

Mascara smeared contrast
Tears in whites of eye
Where lashes flutter
Like moths wings to fated flame

Red rouge inviting lips
The probing of moist tongue
Coaxing open the mouths shell
Where teeth part pearly white

The long shadow creases of the sheet
Half revealing shrouded flesh
A velvet touch to the dark
Nights secrets opening entrance


Raven wings a velvet dark
Spread nights canopy
The clouded sky that speaks of death
carrion to the feast

The blood soaked tears
Of bruised battle fields
A crimson veil
Torn by a flood

The engulfing gloom
Of dashed hopes
Broken by the storm
The wounds there thunder struck

Reasons grave
The coffins nails
That hammer home one truth
Where all destinations end

The sound of her wings
Announcing doom
The herald of demise
A whispered word on final breath
Death rattle
Shaken bones.

To find comfort in her feathers
Where all else forgot
The fading of the light
That lingering of dusk
Bleeding out the memories
To know release, where all is not.

Get away

They’re the one that got away
Should of seen them back in the day
Preachers make a farce of love
Say the only hope is up above

They want you to get so down
Beg just to be like the rest of their crowd
Judge and jury at the door
To make virgins out of whores

Don’t forget the one who got away
An outsider, that’s what they say
Couldn’t break them with their words
Flocking together just like the birds
They say you never see the light
Why don’t you give up to them your fight?

One way, it’s down on your knees
Like a blind beggar their light to see
A slave to dogmas broken back
Forced to pray for all they make you lack
Puppets joined together by the strings
Loose your mind, they say you’ll win

Do they try to make out you’re weird?
Say they’ll never listen to your tears
They call us the people of the lie
When they refuse to admit all come to die
Domineering to those who cannot hear
Their so called truth, they want you to fear

We’re the ones that got away
Black sheep that turned their hearts away
It’s the ones who won’t be taken
They say will never learn to live
Do you just accept all their abuse?
All they’ll ever tell you is to forgive.
The one that got away
Every dog will have its day.

Goat song

Don’t miss the boat
Go jump the goat
Either way you win
Just calling everything they do a sin

Go make amends
This con never ends
Wolves at the door
It’s not so civil, law

They’re looking fat
Put on the bailiffs hat
Call on the receiver
Make them true believers

Mess them around
Going to strip them down
Make them the right size
Till they’re barely alive

Jumping the goat
Whose looking for a quote ?
Facing the beak
Promised land to seek

Kill them with debt
We’ll make it a bet
Sure to see them
Just who wants to be them?
Till they’ve nothing left
Do you think their books been forgot?
Facing early death
Take all they’ve got


Every time they look away
I feel as if the ground might open up
My hope is all but swallowed whole
Am I somehow invisible to their eyes?

When I look for a reflection in a smile
Blank faces leave me only with my doubts
Could I trace the descent of the falling tear
With shaking fingers that long to touch their heart

Every time they look away
My spirit sinks
Wondering what evasion hides
Knowing not what goes on behind

Sometimes they speak as if of wrongs
That would slam the sealed up door
But in my own judgment I know no fear
I know the past is a clean slate

Snipers aiming sights at my back
To stab with betrayals steely knives
So difficult to trust collective lies
The gossips web of enmeshed deceit

Sometimes when I see they look away
I want to break down and weep
For the connection that would be lost
In projection of these fears
A solitary reason
To swallow back the tears


The pupa to the chrysalis
Contained within its dull shell
Suspended from the silk
Potential hanging by a thread

There upon the back burner
The slow stewed broth of the next meal
Is the dinner lady a dullard to keep the simmer slow
Judging books by covers how would you really know?
One day they marked down her essays
Now how many teachers are left standing in the queue?

Some make out they are the brightest sparks
Playing let’s pretend
Making out they’re really it
By saying what is another’s is really theirs
They’ll never truly see
What they could never be

The seasons turn
The larva grows
Some seek to steal from its potential
Trying to tear the dream apart
Leaving it frozen in deaths shroud
For what they don’t thinks allowed

The self that is in becoming
Fresh emergence in each choice
Dressing form in persona
The face we decide to wear

Do I need their permission to be myself
Can you tell what dreams may come?
Fine wine with age comes to ferment
Trees grow new rings each year.
Emergent self from chrysalis
Painted wings that flutter by.

Toy box.

I think therefore I am the box
Never reaching beyond six side
Contained by cardboard faces
A prisoner in an overflowing mind

The matchbox cars
And tonka trucks
Armies of plastic men
A miniature adult world to direct in play

The box full of toy soldiers
The memory of playing tanks
Where the Chieftain spat out its load
A matchstick shell of boys own glory

Cap guns and water pistols
Water balloons full of leaking thoughts
Ready to explode forth
A dream of the wet t shirt

Still thinking in the box
The solitary Cartesian I
Making loose connections
Like the broken conker strings

Vinegar and brown paper
To try to heal the scars
Rays of light from bullet holes
Puncturing cell walls
The old wooden fort and plastic castle
To step out from the drawbridge
Perhaps time to decorate the fallen heroes
With Xmas rapping and sellotape



Does the face
Speak of race
The classified
And the classifier
Seeking to divide

Labels that engender
Binary in gender
But be sure to show them class
In how you’re sure to pass

He, she, they, we,
Belonging and to be
More than just another
In differences to see

Seeking to be brothers
Some assume in others
Simplicity to label
A historicity

Stories writ in lines
Wrinkles in the eyes
That speak of the survival
Respect that comes with age

Differences define
Yet can alienate
Assumptions stereotypes
Sure could add to the war paint
Classifier and the classified
Perceptions prejudice to hide
Diminishing I and I,
When you say we all are one.


Do you listen for the heart beat
Is love muffled still
Do you hear the fingers drumming
With a rhythms will?

Do you listen for the tears
Left out in the pouring rain
Do you think down cast eyes
Will stand tall again?

Sometimes you don’t hear me
For all the talk
Grasping with each word to be heard
Cutting sentences short
Anxiously I listen
Fearing the wrong reply

Do you listen for the crying in the night
With a mothers weary hope
And a hug smiles to light
Still struggling in the blankets, how do you cope?

Do you listen with a care
To help face the pain
Do you hear that time is precious
Sit back and listen, it’s you who’ll gain
I guess there’s lots to learn
Now it’s gonna be your turn

Sometimes there’s no answer
But at least I’m heard
Stretching the patience
With every heart torn word
This is what I hear
You may still need some attention
From a sympathetic ear
But someones here to listen as I shed this tear.

Take it off.

Can you take off your life
Like an old hat and coat
Put it in the charity shop
In the hope you can let go?

The smell of the moth balls
Left forever in the closet
Wire hangers with nothing on
Can you pick a new life off an empty rail?

The emperors new clothes
When we strip down to the core
Just what are they selling?
You only get this one life

Left thread bare
Empty pockets
Lenders seek to make there holes
Still unfulfilled to be instantly gratified

The old school uniform
The cap and gravy train stained tie
Everyone had one
Yet recall forever strangely out of fashion
The dressing up box
Did it prepare you for this?

The homeless in old torn gloves
All with recollections of long lost loves
If they took off this life
With what would they be left?
Naked and cold, maybe wish for a rain coat,
No thanks for the memories.


Super scuba
Flippers on the feet
Making the descent
Frog men are pretty neat

Be sure to check your oxygen
Clean your mask so you can stare
Deep into the abyss
Where all the little fishes swim without a care

Be prepared for decompression
Ambience of the deep
Mind you don’t get the bends
Knocked up off your feet

In the big blue ocean
Explore the coral reef
There among the clown fish
Make sure the sharks don’t give you grief

Surface with the dolphins
Breathing snorkels blow hole
Get down with crustaceans
Sea anemones coloured goal

I want to be a diver
Fit for beachy head
Going down amongst the fishnets
Be sure to take deep breath
All done up in rubber
She’s sure to be quite wet

Cap fits?

Stop telling me what to think
How you’d like to see me drink
To hold up your sacred cow
Anachronisms no longer fit for now

Playing the name game
Do you think my mind travels back
Every time you push the button
When the past to me is a big fat nothing

You’d make guilt of innocence
When there’s nothing to repent
There’s reasons I cast the first stone
Still your like a dog without its bone
You shout out your opinions
Do you think it drives me mad?

Did I ask to be an advocate?
Problems you keep making up
Your phone line open when we talk
It’s time you took a walk

I hear them use names like sociopath
Because they’re afraid of righteous wrath
The cap doesn’t really fit
After all you’re full of it

I’m busy minding my own
Go find another ear on loan
I don’t want to know you one little bit
As you spoke you left me shit.
What’s in it for me to entertain a fool?
You think you’re a spy, not the sharpest tool



Does loves light azure fade?
Like a twilight evensong unbroke by cloud
The candles awaiting to be snuffed
The stain glass fragments
Of shattered mosaic dreams
Frozen black the lead lined windows framed

Ear marked pages
Poems courtly spell
Writ with the ink
Wept like tears

Lapis lazuli eyes

Turquoise cobalt cries.

Where forget me not flowers reach out
And spread winds of pollen
The stamen proud
And petals to receive

Dragonfly wings upon the breeze
Seeking their mate
Unwheeping compound eyes
Metallic blue to blur

Where hilltops curves in long shadow
Lay down to rest
Like the reclining form
Of the longed for breast

Where foot lights dim
The dance floor left wanting
And the moon hangs it’s cool head
In pillows clouds
The fading blue of denim jeans
Bleached like the daipers for baby blue cries.

Her lips

Red salmon blushed pink
The waiting moistened lips
Wiry hair the rising mound
That breaths perfume of parting thighs

Musk that hangs upon the air
The dripping nectar fair
Pimiento cherry red
The fleshes opening bud

Black night like thongs
That grip passions in a sigh
The stirring waters
Steaming heat to ride

Aureole hallowed land
That crowns the head with gold
The furrowed brow
That dreams a thought of bliss

The sound of wings
Weeping doves
That land upon the blood stained wrist
To feed on the unions wine

Olive skin oiled slick
To bury the fevered spear
A wound left only in retraction
Sealed with hopes returning fragile kiss


Piston (excuse the veiled pun!)

Does baby oil make you squirm?
Be sure it’s good and slick
You can keep it in the fridge
To torture with cold drips

Candle wax it’s molten tears
Splashed slowly on the skin
Torquemada had his ways
Time you faced the inquisition

The decent to hell
Has many steps
Come hither take your first
Bitten lips expel a curse

The bell to ring
Pull on the rope
Beware for it may burn
With red abrasions for the tower

Keep it dark
Blindfold obscures
Sure to raise a few goose bumps
Whipped cream of the crop

The master stroke
Smooth as silk
The chill poured baby oil
That keeps moist pistons slick
Like water torture to the blind
Awaiting the next drip.


Do you think
I think of anybody
Night and day
That I ever really think of people
In past or present tense anyway?

Would I think it was my thoughts
If anyone was in them
Who feeds minds to obsession
A loop in repetition?
No one lives in my head rent free
Don’t you think I have pattern recognition?

Do I wonder what’s the motive
When they nock upon my door?
How come it always synchronises
With others looking in?
Puppets on a string
Coordinated in manoeuvres

In the belly of the whale
The pawns positions in the way
Suspicious minds breed only suspicion
Like Kafka to the trial .
False witnesses try to make me fall
Their iterations through the years.
What a surprise when bomb disposal
Sends a robot into my sight.

Do you think I know why
How the CCTV always seems to dance with me
Did I ever notice plants within the crowd
Do I know why it’s allowed?
How I relish the memory
Of when I was truly blind

Privacy to invade
Boundaries torn apart
I guess theirs is the reason
I keep loosing heart
Controls to society
It’s why my only friend is me
They keep on selling out.
50 years of their bullshit
Those creatures recognised
As being of the herd.


Scratch of the needle
The revolution of the 78
RPM still turning around
To weave melody from entropy in time

The listener in appreciation
His master voice amplified
The disc of shellac
A spiral pitch black

The weight of emotion
Balanced gently in hands
Afraid to drop
Or finger A sides

Get into the groove
Good Vibrations on vinyl
Cover art adorned walls
Lyrics inner sleeves

The curse of digital
No longer the thrill
Of mounting on spindle
On old phonograph

Worshipping records
The gramophone
Where memory revolves
The dawn of technology
To live only for ritcher sounds

Die Tonight?

Pins and needles
The warm rush of blood
Like a heart attack
What happens if I die tonight?

In making a noise
Did I need to look back?
Was the struggle worth while
Force to the impact?
Did I seize the day
Forever paint it black?

The moments that are lost
The falling sands of time
Slipping through fingers
Sea shells warn down by the tide

Stretching extremity
Like a digits fingernail
The shadow that falls
Puppet signals on walls
The pains from a childhood
Hid behind closed doors

Did I say the things I meant to say
Does it really matter anyway?
Was I true and straight of point
Do my faults still disappoint ?
Did I enjoy life’s offer
Was I really ever that bothered?

Maybe if I die tonight
Someone else will have to write
The rites to right my wrongs
In requiem eulogised
What happens if I die tonight
Who’ll place coins over my eyes?


Lost in her eyes
The heart that so gently cries
No reason to ask why
The light that never dies

Stretched out through time
The moments lullaby
Sang to sooth spirits
Through dusks rising dark

The twinkle of starlight
The rays reaching out
Nebulous emotion
Seeking to connect
Diaphanous shroud
The whisper of silk

The rise of the tide
That ebbs and swells
The colours aurora
That dances over cloud
Twilit Fantasma
Myst on the breath

Filaments like fingers
Stroking atmosphere
The fibres of hair
Stretching out over hands
Echo of nostalgia
Pastel pigments to paint

The tear in the eye
Memory of the face
The relaxing of longing
That lingers a while
To reflect recollections
Of looking on with a smile


What never can be
Yet which lives on
As fantasy

The tension of hope
Longing to touch
Just the edge of that passion
Fingers outstretched
To grasp deepened breath

Moisture on leaf
Awakened to morning
The sun coming up
From slumbering dreams
Radiance rising
To fill out the sky

To stroke at the stem
And pluck opening flower
The blossom in bud
Blushing with colour

Consumed by the thinking
Of smearing lip gloss
With the strength of the kiss
They say for ever is lost

To grasp at the curve
Of arching spine
And force apart
The boundary of thigh
Unrequited , still seeking the bed
The flowers of spring that reign on in my head


Parallel universe
You just have to believe
The constructed falsehoods
They’ll filter to your tv

Turn on the apocalypse
Sure to be quite a storm
Do you believe half the planet
Is really war torn?
Can’t you see most of its nonsense
Just recycled themes

The spread of disease
Never nocks at your door
They’ll say children go missing
The syndicates are for
Are you in sync
Is it only false news?

Have you ever been spun
By newspaper front pages
You thought you saw on the box
Still out of print throughout the ages
Believe nothing you hear
And only half that you see

Can you tell your own thoughts
Do you know your own mind
Can you start up a flame war
With name filters so blind?
Are you watching archive footage
As if it was now?

Did you stop to wonder
Why you can’t search for old friends
With Facebook sealed in
Is it you round the bend ?
Accept what you’re sold
For the storylines cold
Press regulation both out of and in control
In a parallel universe alienated in role


The misogynist

Hormonally yours
Misogyny calls
Not over certain of
Equal rights for all

Too emotional
In caricature
Such fragile innocence
Yet Always ready for more
Virgins for whores

Shrinking violets
For a wall flower
Calling the virile
To seize masculine power
Live up to their fantasy
Prisons of ivory towers

Surrender to arms
The probing demand
Only one master
Their will to command

Treated like children
No right to decide
The thrust of this logic
Where housewives reside
Boys own stories
Insecurities hide

Little big men
Puffed up with pride
Just little women
In the saddle to ride.
As whelps to be smothered
all still afraid of their mothers


Nick the Greek

If you get caught it’s a bitch
But don’t be a snitch
Who sold you that grass?
It was nick the Greek

Don’t be an arse
No one likes a grass
If they find snow at Christmas
Blame it on nick the Greek

That new watch looks warm?
Just when was I born?
I’ll tell you who sold it
That’s right, it was nick the Greek

They look a bit fat
This is off the bat
When the coppers ask questions
It was nick the Greek

If you’re caught on the hop
By a nosey cop
Give them directions
To nick the Greek

He’s one of the family
I don’t know no crooks
If you’re cooking your books
Blame nick the Greek
We saw him in Hammersmith
Selling fire dogs
Who did they rob?
Just zip your gob
Be sensible with the cops
It was nick the Greek


Constructed insanity
Excluding society
Denied reality
And undermined rights

Loss of autonomy
Submit to authority
Cast out and adrift
Alienation it’s role

No proportionate crime
The mountain to climb
Seeing no further
Than yesterday’s insights
They'll call you a lunatic
But you may wonder just what they mean

Control dictated
Emotions medicated
Suppression directed
Being down dumbed
Enjoy the side effects
That’ll torture your mind

Dependant on hand outs
Forced to comply
Restricted in choice
Till the day that you die
And that will be early
This poisons for your own good

Unrecognised symptoms
Treated as other
Out in the cold
They say give up the fight
They’re paid to deny you
The most basic of rights
If only you could afford a good lawyer
To step into the light

The price

Divorced from their history
Numbing their pain
Coins cover wide eyes
Sunken sockets empty skulls

Motivated by craving
One purpose, to score
Weighing pleasure by spoonfuls
Time is money, the price

Runners running out
Vipers veins to bite
Magic beans as they sell out
The shirts from their backs

Cold snake eyes
That stare into the void
Sunshine in a bag
Emotion to avoid

Standing on street corners
Waiting on the man
Selling company
With an empty heart

Finding meaning in bondage
Purpose in servitude
Divorced from reality
As they’re waiting to score


To love them for their body
Sure to work up quite a sweat
To love them for their money
To fill out a bulging wallet

To love them for their faults
Those little irritations
To love them for shared fears
And wipe the falling tears

One thing most of all
Held forever in veneration
To love them for their mind
Never loosing there the pleasure

To love them in success
Be sure they’ll also fail
To love just what they do
Yet one day they no longer will

A meeting of minds
In longed for connection
Sure to hold the interest
Longer than maintained erections

To love because you’re loved
Somehow never quite enough
To love them for it all
Perhaps just a little blind
Sharing through the thoughts
A meeting of the minds.

The bugs

Inserted thoughts
Divided minds
Or so you might expect
Labels they project

Profiled selves
Searches aggregates
Role players disconnect
Alter egos
Method actors
Conscious of being watched

Random hits
Pulling of the worm
Never bitting on the hook
Inter zone
Lost in meaning of language

Surfs up
They ride the waves
Beach boys unawares
Of what lurks beneath

To wrong foot
The story not so old
Misleading the extreme
Double agents tasting sweet
For all the sherbet lemons

Pendulum swings
The scythe to cut
The subject on the couch
As detects the crime
The unwary to accident
Pin hole dreams
That seek to queen
Overextended with bed bugs
In a bishops pawn gambit


Savoir-faire. (Simone De B.)

Pen is in hand
Like anal sex
Some say it should be banned
It might be a small prick
But it still demands plenty of attention
Sissy's fuss
About their pains
Could use a truss
To tie their wings
Keep them turning over
Spit roast or charcoal grilled
Freshly caught
In fish nets
Watch out for the crabs
It's all that you might get
somethings smelling like cod roe
As you're diving down below.
The Caviar left
Fillet beluga
Still bereft
Of Values set to bugger
Sautéed with some garlic
Do try a little Gaelic
Escargot, Their 2CV
Too slow To MOT
Now Where's that little dip stick?
We'll check their olives oil
The seat belts looking loose
We're sure to up their gear
Sartre liked his beaver
existence precedes her essence
Montmartre for le cock tale
Be sure to tip the waiter
In his act that he's forgot
To be freed by apricot.


A heart beats rhythm for two
Just thinking of you
Blood fills out the veins
This flow never wains

Avoiding those cliches
Hands reach to become one
Three little words
And it’s just begun

A treasure house of images
To shape with the pen
The memory of eyes
This is now, that was then

Hearts rhythm, a drum
It chased as you run
Frantic as fever
Where finger tips strum

Reaching with longing
Across the void
Just to look on your face
The feeling overjoyed

To step beyond loneliness
Just to connect
Drawing by numbers
The lines to direct
Imagined linked hearts
The rhythm of the dance
The beat of the drum
That this verse begun

The mask

Ever coy about your looks
Romance not what they teach in books
For some there’s no ambiguity
What they are is what you see

Self deprecating
Humility projecting
The model still a role
As the elephant man their toll
The makeup masks reflections
To cracked looking glass

Clothed in coats of many colour
Well booted and suited
Intolerant of discrepancy
Choosing only perfect fruit
Blossoming in spring
Yet in autumn still fading

Is all you are the way you look
Is your face an open book
Are you accepted warts and all?
Wolf whistles rising call
The tattoo over a birth mark
Artistry in fault line

Is your story writ amongst the stars
Or is there an epilogue in scars
The crow feet leaving wisdoms marks
Imperfections dissonant chords?
Ugly ducklings hideing swans
Diamonds in the rough

The gnarled tree that bends with the winds
Cracked bark the weathered age
Beauty ravaged by the seasons
Yet lingers in the eyes.
Is all you see and all I seem
All that I truly be?

Plastic fantastic

Plastic fantastic
Your nicker elastic
Got caught on my door
Keeps you coming back for more

Wet and wild

Fit to be defiled

A rubber ball gown
Latex fetishes clowns
Down on their knees
Just ready to squeeze

PVC would be tragic
But rubbed up with some magic
The spray look is slick
Wet lips seek to lick

Fantasy in Lycra
Gripping flesh do you like her?
Not just shorts on a biker
Skintwo’s quite the stir

With a budgie to smuggle

Dont go poking a hole

Time to bounce back
Mouth fits a ball gag
There’s none quite as rich
The french maid serves the switch

Runners so leggy

That they could serve a good peggy

Washing the dishes
Rubber gloves for three wishes
She loves to french polish
Skirts rise as she falls
Down on their knees
Bent over to please
Just one but, that’s the plug
As they’re rubbing them up


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With them it’s always ‘me, me, me.’
A black narcissus just don’t you see
Take a break from the mirror
It takes two to break free.

Who is the fairest of them all?
An ivory tower, behind closed doors
Just who can find a way
To tear down your hallowed walls?

Me, me, me.
Why can’t you see
There’s a world outside
For you to free
Black and white
Crossing divides

Take a rain check
Give yourself a break
There’s more to life
Than take, take, take.
Lace hold ups to thigh
Bible black, the leather spine

With you it’s always about the money
It’s time you listened
Tear down the walls
It’s the only way to set yourself free
Black and white
The two tone line
You wear a cross
But it divides

Black narcissus
A wilting flower
Us and them
No love to give
With you it’s always me, me, me
It’s time to listen,
No more you and me
You’re not one of us
That’s what they sell
A broken mirror
Set your heart free.



Home in on the call
The toad of toad hall
Natterjacks throat
Puffed up for a croak

Yellow of spine
Heathland to recline
With a straddling gate
Old horny toads seeking mates

Pine martens warm fur
There’s none can deter
The hunter it’s claws
Gold bib throats crying more

The badger it’s set
Black and white what’s the bet
That brock will beget
A new cub they will get

A fox in a hole
Wild nights for its goal
Chasing vixens brushes in heat
With white socks on his feet

Peregrines on the wing
Where puffin pairs sing
Wildlife in decline
Long shadows the sign
For the rabbits and dormouse
It’s time that we clean house
Keep Britain tidy so it’s out with the plastic
Recycle your own mess cos mother nature’s fantastic

Web crawl

Along came a spider
Going into the web
Strands links to trace
Clicks on their face

Lookalike mirrors
Searching to imprint
Visages to memory
Cold triggers in lies

The girl in the spiders web
Facial recognitions tattoo
Three tears for the fallen
Cold recognition in eyes
They make out that they’re listening
But the sting is on you

Hidden microphones
Back doors to device
When you answer the call
Their jaws close in, a vice
They’re dealing in stories
Every word has its price

Marked out as other
The fly to entrap
Spinning misrepresentations
Can’t you see it’s all crap
Do you think there’s a moral
To every move that they track

When you were young
You thought they lived up to a code
When they’re slamming the door
You'll see the end of their road
Whispers of spirits
Writing on the wall
Beware of the spider
If you think to web crawl
You see there's no meaning
To their signs, just a fall



You can drop the charges
You can look the other way
One thing is for sure
Every dog will have its day

Be sure to watch your karma
The reserves left in the tank
It’s your lucky stars
You know you want to thank

If youre in a thieves den

They will cross you come the end

Life goes round in circles
What goes around comes around
No need to watch your back
When your homewood bound
Be sure theyre looking spotless
When you dry your hands

Be sure to do your homework
Don’t catch a tiger by its tail
Doing unto others
It’s true you cannot fail

Prudent reserves in bank
Beware the things you lack
Lucky stars to thank
That way you’ll watch your back
Lone wolfs aren’t too friendly
With those who step upon their toes

The laws of the jungle
Young blood will try it on
But the old cats survived some rumbles
So be wary who you wrong
Life is like a circle
What goes around comes around
Don’t catch tigers by the tail
All youll end up deathly pale


Alone (Munch)

Like the hoarfrost icy fingers
Reaching cold into the heart
Veins of discontentment
Taking root where hope departs

None wish to face it alone
For the pains too great to contain
Fathoms running deep
No anchor there can reach

To want for
Yet turn about face
From the rising heat
Burning fleshes fevered waste

The barren earth
Gnarled wind bent branch
That knows not even falling leaf
Stripped bare by passions relentless sun

Like the cracked land
Scars in canyons
Parched lips where deserts waters hide
Thirsting for a smile in the wasteland wide

The fragile breath
That whispers of loves broken dream
Taken by the billowed wind
Drowned out as a scream

Shaken to foundations

Mouth wide, the drawn lips
Cried into the wilderness
Or from an islands lonely beach
Where sea reaches to contain the land
Yet in the surf our voices sink


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Swan lake

The naked moon
Never oh so pale
Light hanging over lake
Hearts leap within its veil

The shadow on the wall
The mirrors art to frame
Portrait of the passions call
Directed to fair game

Adorned by feathered crown
Innocence lament
Drawn to the slender neck
The fall which to repent

To ponder on the tale
Swimming in moonlight
To bathe within the grace
Of beauty to the sight

The madness of swan song
Calling loves lunatics
To bask in dancing gold
The cement to bedlam’s bricks

Pirouette to disgrace
To faint within the marriage bed
Seduced by dreams of more
Than just one lovers breath
The swan that bows it’s head
Over the drapes of death


Does loves light azure fade?
Like a twilight evensong unbroke by cloud
The candles awaiting to be snuffed
The stain glass fragments
Of shattered mosaic dreams
Frozen black the lead lined windows framed

Ear marked pages
Poems courtly spell
Writ with the ink
Wept like tears

Lapis lazuli eyes

Turquoise cobalt cries.

Where forget me not flowers reach out
And spread winds of pollen
The stamen proud
And petals to receive

Dragonfly wings upon the breeze
Seeking their mate
Unwheeping compound eyes
Metallic blue to blur

Where hilltops curves in long shadow
Lay down to rest
Like the reclining form
Of the longed for breast

Where foot lights dim
The dance floor left wanting
And the moon hangs it’s cool head
In pillows clouds
The fading blue of denim jeans
Bleached like the daipers for baby blue cries.

Red salmon blushed pink
The waiting moistened lips
Wiry hair the rising mound
That breaths perfume of parting thighs

Musk that hangs upon the air
The dripping nectar fair
Pimiento cherry red
The fleshes opening bud

Black night like thongs
That grip passions in a sigh
The stirring waters
Steaming heat to ride

Aureole hallowed land
That crowns the head with gold
The furrowed brow
That dreams a thought of bliss

The sound of wings
Weeping doves
That land upon the blood stained wrist
To feed on the unions wine

Olive skin oiled slick
To bury the fevered spear
A wound left only in retraction
Sealed with hopes returning fragile kiss

Their eyes

Can you still remember
The colour of your lost loves eyes
Where pupils dilated in arousal
And from whose corners longings wept?

Were they cool pale blue
Like memory’s of childhood seaside sky
Or emerald green
Fresh cut grass, the crickets crease?

Almond honey in their smile
The tawny owl in hazel brown
Red cried whites
Where reflections are with pastel shades to pale

Do you yearn for a glimpse
Of that lost glance in the restaurants dancing faces
Or on Crowded streets looking to jumpstart the heart
Missing a beat in mistaken recognition?

Windows of the soul
Reflecting like the glass
The fading photo framed
Like the mirrors broken shards
The bottom of the bottle
Where you wallow a brief while

Do you hang yours in shame
Where sorrow wells up
Or wipe a forlorn tear
As what was bleeds out
A river for your grief
From the once held cheek
The trembling lip

That knows no more caress


A gambling heart seeks possession
To trap a caged bird for their song
Encircling with a golden cuff
A rings missing link from this chain

Momma was never there quite enough
Hungry for the breast and never whelped
Spitting out the sweetened pacifier
Wooden bars of infants cot to scale

A prison cell fit for two
Constructed out of jealousy
Timid for all loyalties rage
Two halves don’t always make a whole

From wedding carriage to the hearse
To know one love to last the age
Ever fearing for the labour lost
Final kiss that signs abandoned hopes

Children keep together grasping hands
A mortgage builds up the prisons walls
Afraid of risk in liberty
Never singing now of freedoms song

You listen to recalled ballads from your pasts
Your I became a ‘we’
A life long duet for a dream
Your crutch, there is no ‘I’ in team
The petals shed and slowly fade
Wilting in an anniversaries crystal vase
The gifts of the belonging kind
But forever to thine own self a heart to bind.

Last orders

The deck of beer mat cards
Stacked from the bottom, infernal power
Precariously balanced
In a pyramid ivory tower

Valley of kings
Cleopatra to the asses milk
Bathing feminine form to fear
In the mother’s nursing tears

Rapunzel at the balcony
Combing her golden hair
Tempting as saviours boldest knights
To risk her lofty lonely heights

Building her up
So fair and game
Her pillow arts
To dance the 7 veils
Towards her shores the ship sets sail
Beware the Mata Hari her betrayal

Enmeshed in her rope like tales
How the heart transfixed is set to wail
Romeo how could your roses fail?
To write a romance, shed chain mail
Beauty set to release prince from the beast
Made in heaven the marriage feast

A drunkards grim fairy tale of her cut hair and the lost ring
To entertain the next round, last orders bring
Broken warriors in smoke filled rooms
As starved of light as pharaohs tomb
The shroud with memory’s of her train
That flowed from a stained wedding dress this bane
A torn tapestry of so many broken dreams
And why the solitary heart knows of the scream.

Vox popular

Do you want to be elected?
Spokesperson for vox popular
A servant of the people
Your opinions of the masses

You mould your character
With party line attitude
Quote your favoured heroes
With perfumed platitudes

To be a voice of the working man
Never really making your own stand
Ever mindful of kissing up
The sell out is all you understand

Bet you played the Prefect

Whilst we burned their shitty school.

Sat on the fence
Of your professed philosophy
Barb wire holds you to mirepresenting
The limits of your ideology

To court the ballot box
Ever desperate for their vote
The next affirmation
Of consensus policy
Bowing down your head
The only way to be heard

Have you ever stood alone
Assumed unpopular stance
Did you ever say fuck you
From the soap box where you stand
From the pulpit of vox popular
Your words stollen by the crowd
​Politicians all people pleasers
They deserve who they elect.


The drift

The drowning man
Grasping at the first drift wood
That is washed towards them
By the relentless tide

Blurred eyes
That sting from salt
Desperate fingers
Seeking a hand hold
A self made drama
Your fadeing monolouge

The solitary heart
Is not the same as the lonely
Who may find themselves
Alone even in the crowd

No solace in anothers arms

Can distract with empty hopes.

The knower and the known
If you never see me
How can projections be the truth?
You cannot read my story in my face
Cannot see into my mind
You misunderstand, this is always about you.

Drift wood on the tide
False hopes for drowning men
Or those gathered in packs
Where all they hold close to is each other’s name
Bolstered reputations
Empty claims to pretend.

Alone within the crowd
False promise screams aloud
Consumed in the wake
Of party pleasure cruisers
Left by all to drown
And grasp blindly for the drift wood on the tide.

Come Close

The dance of intimacy
Ever mindful of betrayal
A two step takes two to tango
Mirror ball to the spot lights

They say that life’s a solo
When will you take a stand
Fearful of accusations
The gossip goes around

Some live a life of fantasy
Holding to another’s side
And yet in the final act
They loose their crutch, falling flat

Did you write me up
As you wrote me off
In your secret journal
A script for all your schemes
Have you ever been yourself
For all the makeup masks?

The wolf at the door
Inviting vampires in
That suck you dry and spit you out
It’s yourself you need to trust
The ones to you who are closest
Can strike the deepest blows

The boundary within
Protects the heart
To look before you leap
Not all who disguise themselves as friends
Are worthy of the name
Of all the hungry thieving hands I’ve known
It’s me I blame
For I let them in.

The notorious Bettie page

The notorious Bettie Page
Courtroom drama for their sin
Model citizens to corrupt
Adult literature souls to win

Leather and lace
Done up from the heels
Temperature rises
From tapping toes of her feet

Slow dance in the mood
Hungry eyes feast on her food
The curve of the hip
Slit skirt reveals slip

Ridden hard by the pick of the crop
Crushed under foot, to their knees they drop

Freedom to express
Shedding her dress
Clothes and pose
How passions grow
Mass debate to arrest
She’s the well heeled empress

The girl next door
She’s that Bettie page
The caress of the lens
Her hooks pulling men
To magazines spread
Hold up stockings smooth legs

To adult books the satisfied
The models promise in what she hides
A photograph cannot lie
Betty blues spanks never die
Fevered pulses rise
To the pages magazine thighs



Slowly cracked haphazardly
Concrete paving slabs
Crevasse in cement
Where pokes through the youthful shoots

Breeze blocks with porous holes
Like plant pots to new roots
That force their way to find the ground
Beneath the stone and mortar

The struggle for life
That pierced the scars in baked tarmac
That wrestles through grit and grime
A post modern landscapes crimes

The bricks stacked in their walls
Builders straight and true
Forced materials to serve
The architects well plotted plans

Ah, but the new shoots still rise
Breaking free of all constraint
Where water finds a way
To feed the fledgling roots
The concrete forced apart
By the strength in nature’s heart

Roll on the weekend

Have a nice weekend
This weeks drove me round the bend
Politicians talking bull
When will it ever end

Another Groundhog Day
Things are set that way
Going round in circles
No matter what they say

Have a good weekend
Another week done and dusted
Be sure to raise a glass
Forget the system, it’s just busted

Enjoy yourself
Make sure you get some quality time
Take a bubble bath tonight
Pampering by candlelight

Have a great weekend
Hope you and yours are doing fine
Avoid the queues
Don’t waste time standing there in line

Enjoy yourself
And give yourself a break
Have a wonderful weekend
You’ve earned yourself some freedom
Roll on the weekend till it all starts again
There’s so many reasons I still don’t like Monday’s.

The poet

When you write the poems
That make the poets weep
Then you know the sadness
That their hearts too do keep

When you pen the words
Where words can run so deep
Then you know the depths
Where dreams in slumber sleep

When you compose the verses
That form a part in phrase
Of the lyric tone in splendour
With hope on breath to raise

Be sure who writes the poems
That makes the reader weep
That one must know of heart
That peace will rarely keep

When you string the lines
Like beads the words that rhyme
A necklace you will make
To stand the test of time

When you write the poems
Where only poets sleep
To speak of what hearts dream
And that of which the poets weep
When you write such poems
Then a poet you will be.

Material world

Pragmatic fantastic
Renegade to monastics
Whose buying their soul?
We all end up in a hole.

Chickens and eggs
Which came to be first?
Does consciousness precede
Material existence?

Can they transplant your mind
If they chop off your head?
The seat of the self
When you’re dead you are dead.

A pragmatic life you’ll see
Seated in materiality
Free from theology
And sky pilots fantasy.

Take care of the pennies
And the pounds will follow
With a bird in hand
From your future don’t borrow

Pragmatic fantastic
We all want deeper pockets
A material world
So don’t go loosing your head
Even those who’ll remember you
Will one day be dead.

A happy death

A happy death
To leave this mortal coil
How many can really say
That with this life they’re satisfied?

Success that comes and goes
Loves warmth with hopes it grows
But the songs of experience
Knows ardour soon becomes so cold

What meaning to create?
What do we really want
A purse that’s full of coin
And the time free to spend it all

There’s those who sell you answers
Those who’d lead the dance
Those with promised miracles
Fulfilment longed for peace

To happy death
And rest from woe
Troubled hearts release
To find eternal sleep

A happy death
That’s what I want
To turn my back on strife
Bid adieu in final bow
A happy deaths to kill for
For who finds happiness in life?



Prevent, contest, channel,
Still living in extremes
Isolate from cause
Surrounded by the team
The prophets call to arms
Clicking on missing links
Filtered media
Adjusting what they think
Prevent those with the profile
Keep them under Obs
They say this war is terror
Freedoms set to rob
Presenting contradictions
Living rent free in the mind
Actors in reaction
Be sure we watch their kind
There’s facial recognition
They’re sifting through emails
Searching for solutions
Loose cannons to derail
False figure heads to causes
To see which ones will fight
Spinning oppositions
But do you see the light?
Who are the ones to fear
With all these controls just whose the right?


Warm seas
Like the lovers mouth
Surrender to the waves
Arms embracing every stroke

Looking back upon the land alone
Treading water in the distant depth
Anxious of what hides below
The abyss dark and wide

Devouring chill cramps
Pulling at the limbs
Pebbles churn in receding foam
Frantic strokes to find the beach

Stars swimming in moist eyes
Lucid as the falling tear
For foothold reaching to seabed
Floating steps as a child’s trust to open arms

Tender as the night
Welcome as Unwaking slumber of death
Laying on soaked sheets
A shiver down the spine

Washing of the water
That slowly warming dries
The liquid in the glass
Besides the bedside lamp
The sinking feeling washed away
Fluid buoyancy benign

Harry Baker

Harry the Baker
The birthday cake maker
On life has a handle
Bigs it up with a candle

Harry the Baker
The ginger bread maker
Knocks out little men
Kids all knew about them

Harry the Baker
You know he’s no faker
Chocolate eclairs
As rich as they’d dare

Harry the Baker
Just where would he take her
Didn’t like a cheap tart
They’ve those sweet kingdom hearts

Harry the Baker
Sausage rolls for the taker
They could fill in a hole
Spread jam from a bowel
Sweet cakes to govern
Sticks his bun in the oven

Harry the Baker
A birthday cake maker
For everyone he cares
Picnic with teddy bears
They win who dare
With those chocolate eclairs


​Perfume (expanded)

Citric zest
The bergamot
Fresh warmth
The Fruit of passion

May I dare to say
I adore
Distilled nature
In an atomiser

Like burnt joss sticks
Earthy pull
Weighted sense

Lavender blue
Flowers to bee
The spray of mist
Pollens sweet perfumery

Colour in the oils
Vanilla smooth as silk
Hot gingers
Spice of life
Musk the heat of lust
To animals masked flesh

The smells of promises
Rise from the crystals glass
A uniform to wear
To memory in marked scent
The Genie of the bottle
Three wishes to each heart

​To sniff the neck
And bite the throat
Nuances in ambergris
Where fragrances are wrote.


A gypsy life for me
Where the passions play
A troubadour in step
To the dancing skirts
Wooed from promised side
From marriage turning as beguiled

Obedient soul
The soldiers salute
To the March of love
The advances in her eyes
The secret jewels
That adorn the longed for breast

Deserting duty
For the fire
That freedom promises
In that curvaceous Form
The wheel of fate
Deaths foreshadowed turn of card

A toreadors song
To steal the hand
Fragile heart
The betrayers cheating art
To jealousy
The rising flame

The cries of the crowd
Bullfights arena
With lust to boil the blood
How the fair face
Now turns away
To languish
In another’s arms

Cast down the ring
Blood rose for crown
A thrust that rends the veil
The heart to own is gripped
In crimson choke
The death rattle
In guilt to bow the head
Alas for gypsy love is dead.

The line

Crossing lines
The killing fields
Where the bugle calls
To the last posts fall

Puppet masters
Pulling strings
A trigger in back of minds
Left out of conditions

Facing the wall
With laser sight
Painting patterns
On the blood moon
Meaningless graffiti
The scars of prophets words

Keeping score
The trophies mount
Oak plaques
Beyond cell doors
Knelt in prayer
Monkfish to the hook

Reeling in
The last tides catch
Ground bait
Cast in roles
The blind
Misleads the blind

Served up
A silver service meal
Clean shines the plate
Still singing for our supper.
Mental trauma behind masks
Of their resurrections wars.

Hair (can't afford a ticket as someone puts my royaltys up their nose, hair would apreciate that, on my margins I was able to go to Wiked this month as it was cheaper than Wimbledon. 'Popular', the Apollo offered VIP but I couldn't afford their bottled water..)

Silk satin finish
Freshly showered hair
That shines from conditioner
Floral scent with a flair
Where water drops fly
with a flick into the air
Goose pimples in the steam
Sensation without care
Warm towelling of the skin
Soft embrace to dry
Flushed flesh, relaxed muscles
Letting go of hand rail
Brushing fibres like cobwebs
Whispering as a horses tail
Reaching for the light
Gently stroking cheek where memory's pale
So smooth to the touch
Like alabaster
Freshly waxed legs
A little hint of heaven
To brush the strands with the fingers
Stroke flesh with the thumbs
Massaging the scalp
Till with a sigh the tension comes undone
Trembling with thoughts rare
Of the silk satin touch of hair

Artichoke it's hidden heart
It's bud beneath the bract
Scales stripped with the knife
The fallen thistles leaves
Spiked recollections
Tearing of the flesh
Wound around the past
The unraveling thread of fate
Scabs with dirty plaster
Now cleaning out the scars
Bled out with the memory
Blacked out by the pain
Hands breaking through the ice
Too cold to hold the gun
Sun blushed tomatoes
Who rose with embarrassment ?
Fragile petal, The slide of olive oil
Tossed salad for a beggars bowl
Lost in disassociation
Fragmented in location
The sound of knitting needles
That marked the passing time
Trembling bitten fingers
Scrubbed red with wire wool
Falling through the fiddlers roof
Memory it's own proof
Gauntlet cast upon the ground
The feint , a foils repost.
Artichoke it's shielded bud
The well protected heart
Concealed beneath scale mail
A hidden tenderness.

LIBERAL FASCIST MIDDLE CLASSES ripping off disabled peoples business? Only in surrey. 'Anything goes' so long as anything goes... including defrauding those on benefits trying to make a crust. Eds fairy Godmothers? Like all things with 'god' in the title, no just the ritch exploiting the poorer to make more money whilst causing more hardship. Love thy neighbour... enjoy your coke habit.

Witch hunt? Witches smile at kids on their way to school. Burn them cry the christians. They are all EGO , Easing God Out.... good job say I, god is beneath contempt (childhood lukemia for starters). Up the ego!

IT IS TOTALLY UNLAWFUL and against PRESS REGULATIONS to report via any medium a victim of sexual assault without their prior written consent. I have 2 crime referance numbers as a victim. I have only twice signed disclosure for media, once with The Sun INTERVIEW and once with the BBC, both one shots.

She’s a vixen
Looking foxy in a frock
In the finest lace
Be sure she’s gonna shock
Look out for sparks in eyes
A kiss of long goodbyes
Electric to the touch
She wants to turn you on
Her voltage a bit too much
Set to overload ,
It’s time to hit the road
now just what could go wrong ?
She’s a vixen
Pulling on Foxgloves
The sound of her feral love
A scream to rend the night
Blue sparks to her lies
Electric lullaby
Jump starting the motor
Crocodile clips in the glove box
The battery ever ready
In time you’ll love those shocks
She fingers that gear stick
Satin gloves a static flick
She’s a vixen
Foxy lady on the rocks
Sat atop a raised bar stool
The mistresses heels to dance foxtrot
Slowly Crossing legs and how she’s sure to shock
Electrostatic to her stare
A lightning strikes blue underwear
Days of Thunder to her thighs
As her skirts hems are set to rise
Greasers check her oil
Their blood is set to boil
Lace holdups holster fit to shoot
She’s the kind who electrocutes



Anonymous authority
Holding to taboo
Secret dominator
Coercion that defiles

Self evident in natural law
Resistance ever futile
Bow down to the political correction
Adjusted attitudes

The boss is now a buddy
Equal in all but wage
Resources now so human
That none wears rebellions face

Prescription to enlighten
One question, the ‘how to’?
Cyclic in our struggle
To find volition keen
Wounded until the last
At fault for never healed

Consult a specialist
Fulfilment to be found
The art of happiness
Yet shows an empty hand
The futility in shame
But who is set to gain?

Enlightening just pockets
Obey another not yourself
Loosing faith within the focus
Eternal happiness never to be found
The revolutionary motion of emotions
In the spirals of the spotless mind.


Colour of the wind

When the wind catches your hair
Like the opening of sails
Awakening to a new direction
Will you know how much of me still dreams
Of stroking the strands
In my trembling hands
Blowing colours on the breeze
Like the falling autumn leaves
That wave goodbye
To summers sun drenched sky
Can you hear the whispered hopes
In the torrents gale
Can you hear the mountains crying
For the sky
The embrace of cotton clouds
For the snow topped peaks
And how of your open arms
To me they speak
Blowing with the freedom
Letting go
How I long for
Yet will never know
The touch of your hot breath
Upon my cheek
Brushing softly
Strands of your flowing hair
The wind that whispers
Of the coming tide
The changes
As yet for which to decide
The choices that rise up in greeting
To find a new direction from your side.
Painting perfumed phrases with the words
I wish they’d listen
That all I dream for
Is to be forever free
Searching for your eyes within the crowd
The breath of every woman on the wind.


The diamond gleam in eye
That twinkles like the star filled sky
The rays extending from the pupil
Crisscrossed waters of a joyous tear

The gemstone with its many facets
Hidden sides frozen within time
The faces that we show to others
Stones cut with precision’s lines.

Brilliant as the light caught in your eye
Reflecting beauty with what they see
Rocks refracting rainbows of perfection
Colours held within the spectrums fire

Like the heart warm beating in the chest
Loves calm seas to bless
Popular as if to fashion
A jewel held closely by the breast

Diamond earrings on the mirrors face
Starlight fingers slowly trace
To try to catch each and every moment
In the rhythm and the rhyme

Did I tell you how to me you’re diamond
With the moonlight as if by fingers traced
The fire that dances with the passion
Of reflections hidden by the face.


HEADSTOGETHER? Kettle calling coffee pot black? Or why it may prove unwise to confront UK government with the fact the mental health act is used to undermine the human rights of victims of child abuse. They will abuse all over again as soon as the courts rights lift. Still a casualty. Civil protections cannot be seen to truly exist when they are not accesable to all. Same old story my leige.

First Draft POETRYBOOK right click to save to PC. On Amazon. 2nd Imprint now available (the one by peter n stock)


I stay sober by standing on one leg in public view for about a minute per day. I find this more effective than 12 step groups. For a mere 1K I will tell a room of dick head addicts how it works and how I am 30 years in recovery. No mystic posture required. Phone Danny Dyer to see if he's got a trust worthy mate to sponsor you, he's in with Charlie ... momment of clarity? Despite 30 years and psychological and care qualifications and experience I have little or no insight into how to treat addiction beyond prescrption of baclofen, which they wont due to patent issues (and the fact a cure would put them all out of business). I do know what dosen't work...

This Prospect for 'sponsership' balked when I asked him to go on his knees before me. Wise up! AL me dinner... Self Will SAFER than faceing mecca! Viva Las Vegas for the Emperor... of course anyone going down on knees can expect a mouthful... take eat... mmm creamy!


If Steve O. was in fact alcoholic he would not require any psychological or moral programme. He would just need to address the problem of craving caused by neurological reaction with alcohol. Either through abstinance, control or neuropharmacology. Nothing else need be wrong with him. (apart from his back tattoo!)

Balls brothers (Me and this oik shared a romantic interest). Thing with Rumours is I was never in The Chain.


Poppin on stockings

A spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
Handing out umbrellas
What if Mary Poppins was a trans?

We all know robin good fellow
Was maid to measure
For mrs doubtfire
Going clean Laddered his stockings

You saw it in tootsie
How I want to break free
Ladies on top
In time you know that they’ll see

What if Mary Poppins
Was really in drag ?
One day over the rainbow
Satin glove on the hand?

We all like non binary
When rough trade gets a chance
A gentleman’s excuse me
Can a lady take lead to the lord of the dance?

What if Mary Poppins
Was really in drag?
mrs Bracknells still holding on to her handbag
Ugly ducklings all turn into beautiful swans
Is it just a case of ‘ooh I say’?
Who thought a butterfly
Could be the making of me?
A dangerous liaison could mean more you see
In a most delightful way


Bi waters? Malicious gossip... who believes irony would be lost on a stonewall?


You know you've had a bum trip when you find Kelly Osbournes head down your toilet. TEMPTER (strange parallels with The Book Of Mormon in the West End NB: Frogs are common)




The faces

Shall I paint you a picture?
A look alike masquerade
The dance of faces
Reaction in the crowd

It was a fake portrait
A laughing cavalier
Mere forgery
False impressions from the past

Positive ID
Reading recognition in blind eyes
A misplaced meeting
Forcing cards into the hand

Shame faced or fear griped
Naive to the directors prompt
Deducing pasts mistaken
The characters to the act

Chance impressions in expression
The cracks within the mask
Reading the responses
Cold observer after the fact

The gypsy dancers to crystal ball
Pushing buttons in the mind
Associations to the memory
Defences undermined
Kiss and tells makeup rouge to cheek
Actors and reactors in a costume change



Changing landscapes
Left long behind
Resigned to failure
In requiem to success
Another world
Striving beyond needs
On borrowed time
To earn enough for pay back
Mortgaged homes
Built on shifting sands
Elusive stability
The crumbling bricks and mortar
Selling out tomorrow
Living just for today
Lives defined by debt
The bankers deal in credit cards
Still left bluffing on bad hands
On the other side of the tracks
Fated ever by holes in pockets
Penny pinching till the end
Where time is running low
Long shadows from promised targets
Counting blessings against short falls
That proclaim a bitter harvest
Left with so little that remains in trust
For the moral debt of those forever selling out,
Kissing up like whores
Left Greasing palms to open doors.


To strive yet unfulfilled
Indulging dreams of fragile substance
Degraded in failure
An end without a means

Meandering a short while
Autumns leaf so soon to fall
Taken by the wind
Yet never knowing seasons change

Spirals take to wing
In repetitions circles
Ripples from the tear
Of knowing all is loss

The mould that marks decay
Eating at the hopes
Consuming all that's sought
To finf the fated melancholy

Struggling without resistance
Limbs weary to the tides
That swallow in their midst
All from which we try to hide

The smouldering fire light
The smoke that stings the eyes
Thoughts hanging on the air
Of the all betraying blight


Mickey Mouse ministries
All seeking to control
Bureaucratic tombs
Snuffing out the light of lives

To be free of the masters yoke
Bonds with which to strain
The crushing weights restriction
Keeping feet firmly on the ground

TV dinner substitutes
Nuclear family dreams
The feathered wanting nest
Buying in to all they advertise

Chance meeting to remind
Of the jailers key
Where doors forever seal
Liberty in cold reality

Red tape warriors
Paper chase
Confetti for rapes marriage feast
That wines on the blood of innocence

Deaths shroud for a veil
Wax tears in frozen time
To ministry raise mayhem
For the life they stole

No reasoned accusation
That keeps hearts under glass
Burn forever brightly
Against their coming night


Raven wings a velvet dark
Spread nights canopy
The clouded sky that speaks of death
carrion to the feast

The blood soaked tears
Of bruised battle fields
A crimson veil
Torn by a flood

The engulfing gloom
Of dashed hopes
Broken by the storm
The wounds there thunder struck

Reasons grave
The coffins nails
That hammer home one truth
Where all destinations end

The sound of her wings
Announcing doom
The herald of demise
A whispered word on final breath
Death rattle
Shaken bones.

To find comfort in her feathers
Where all else forgot
The fading of the light
That lingering of dusk
Bleeding out the memories
To know release, where all is not.

To Touch

Touching skin
Smooth stroked sensation
Fingers dance slowly over flesh
Sensitive as they brush

Memory's of those eyes
Deep pools of which to drink
Obscured by the falling hair
Parting over the kissed brow

When all passions spent
The afterglow beyond desire
To meditate on emptiness
That finds fullness in another's arms

To hold and be held
Assurance in embrace
The nestling in breast
To hide the naked face

When the trembling subsides
The torrent comes to rest
The flames that there are quenched
The warm cheeks blush by fireside

In the fragile silence after union
Where hearts beat in rhythm one
Returning slowly to the self
One other on the mind
Breathed scent upon the lips
That speak of a sensual world


Romantic manifest? (Ayn Rand)

Tread the catwalk
The well heeled actress
Cue line from the boards
A romantic manifesto
Aesthetics to conserve
A curse on all that's modern
Just ask but is it art?

To turn face against the random
Blight innovations change
Hold fast to pleasantries
That constrain form to tradition
Just ask yourself one question
But is it really art?
The music of the spheres
In melodic chaos theory?

Who lays claim to what is beauty
Reflected in whose eyes?
Sticking to the script
Fluidity of the improvised
To shine light on the darkness
The curve form from the line
Only straights require a ruler
Limits to define

Technique in question
childlike primitively to scrawl
Breaking free of the restraints
Reminder of when life was art itself
What measure draw for creativity?
The treasures of a complex simplicity

Left with just one question

But is it really art?


Am I the sum of all experience
Or am I just the things I do
An agent of production
The social roles in which I act?

Am I really a human being
Or defined as a human doing
The measure of all my thoughts
The emotions that I feel?

Am I the actor on this stage
Or a reactor to cue lines?
A script writ by another's hand
Improvisations liberty?
A reflection of a single face
To show unto the audience

Am I the labels others give
An expectation to profiles
A puppet on a string
Forever for others to define?

What are the limits to my choice
The weight of history?
Freedoms to decide
In theses unraveling situations

What am I after all?
What does it really mean
To be human, oh so human
Until the end of days?

Toys for boys

Barbie and ken
Now and again
Like to have a sleep over
They prefer it with men

Action man
When ever he can
Pulling two guns
It's the way with real men

Barbie and ken
Now and again
Like to have a threesome
Cindy in the den

Eagle eye action man
Really likes to swing
On his death slide
National anthem to sing
Army dreamers
Hand grenade for a ring

Barbie and ken
Where are the single women?
Getting tired of monogamy
Seeking a Unicorn for my little pony

Are you sure they're alright?
Pansexuality is all the fashion
And those kids are out of sight
Kens looking pretty glam in a skirt
Now Barbies at it all night

Shit head (or how to give michael the needle, smack my bitch up...)

There's a woman from the south
And she poos into men's mouths
There's nothing quite so sweet for tea
As the shit that she gave me

What could it really be
Is this my favourite fantasy?
Sitting on my mouth
That's our lady from the south

Lips kiss the entrance round the back
There's nothing quite so sweet for tea
As the shit that she gives me

My what could it really be
That fulfils my fantasy?
A little touch of shit
That gives me such a hit

She leaves it in my bowl
Like a lump of golden coal
The present that comes out the back
In a little plastic sack
You know her shit can kill
Why do I feel this thrill?

I give her arse a poke
That shit goes up in smoke
There's really no better fantasy
Than the shit she gives to me
I'm a coprophiliac
Cos her arse is fit for smack

Social cancer

Like the cancer
That takes root in every cell
The poison perfumes
From the flowers of hell

Belladonna dilates the eyes
The needles prick
That snuffs out all other lies
And leaves only craved release for the sick

Like a social parasite
Hidden in the network
Where the viral bites
Hacking lives they shirk

The director to the play
Finds comedy in others tragedy
Recording all they say
With a pawns advance their strategy

Chance meeting on the platform
To step onto the train
Crossing tracks in reform
A guiding hand to pain

Poison as the pen
That signs to contract slaves
Dealing shackles to free men
To bring blood roses to their graves
The fevered sighs disease
That plagues the lusts to tease
Painting oiled pictures
In the half lights photography

I robot

Nested loops
To iteration
Conforming to the same
The chains restricting change
What freedom rearranged?

Trans humanists
Bodies modified
Data stored in the flesh
Encoded magnetic fields
Bluetooth in the ear
Of the fading psychic youth

To tap transmit
Return or enter
Communication hives
Restricted rooms with sealed members
Carriers to handshakes

Rudimentary linguistics
In an algorithm
Bots weave words of language
But never truly hear
What would you like to say?

Emulating friendship
That speaks from random seeds
Trapped within the maze
Described by logic trees
Robots seeking rights

Looking for a sign
Where hangs the neon no exit light
Prise open closed back doors
On information super highways
Lives caught by cameras eyes
Recognising every interconnection
Cards forced to the top
By magicians code in slight of hand

One step programme

It's spiritual
A programme of one step
Straight off the roof
They can speak to the angels on the way down

Treating sex offenders
They'll try to make excuses
Forever in denial
They say it's just their sin

Who wants to hug a rapist?
You know they should be public listed
Keep them with the nonces
One is too many, segregate

Hanging round the schoolyards
In the play parks
Arch cripple dicks
To chemically castrate
They'll plead they've done their time
Don't want to hear it from sex crimes

They'll be meeting with their maker
When they're thrown off the roof
A programme of one step
The angels know the truth

Who'd date a sex offender?
Ever mindful that they rape
Just throw them off the roof
The results are pretty great
Give us the list
It's time to show them all a fist.

​Chasing waterfalls

Where waterfalls cascade
Weaving rainbows in their midst
The roar of the flood
Rising clouds of mist

If you collected all our tears
How many would it take to weep
The river of our grief
That falls from the stony face ?

The weathered warn rock
Of the ages spent enslaved
By the memory of the pains
Of childhoods lost to mourn

The foaming fluids flight
Untamed from heights to dive
And reach stretching from the depths
Struggling hopes in the undertow

Recollections of the frozen years

That so slowly melt away

Where glacier forced the banks
And carved out the rivers bed
A leap of faith with open arms
Into refreshing pools

How many tears to count
Ever falling uncontained
Torn from the eyes
Screaming to the sky
The waters burst of childhoods
That rode rough amongst the scree
To come to rest in rippled circles
Where collects our weeping hearts

Zombie nation

Zombie agents in the brain
Reflex circuits to routine
Only conscious after the event
Behaviour faster than our thoughts

Repetition trained to automation
The cutting edge in mastery
No delay in the response
Actions burned into the mind

Unaware, no need to plan
The zombie army on the march
Discipline to their advance
Motor cortex for a Sargent major

Trying to focus yet loosing sight
Suppression uninhibited
Optimally beyond control
Supremacy even under pressure

Think of nothing
Just embrace the flow
Feeling each movement
Each reaction to defend

Without hesitation
Zombie nation guides the hands
Unconscious in coordination
To what we quantify and only afterward perceive


Constructed walls
Imprisoned minds
Barb wire ideology
Fencing in with words

Dogma to enchain
Theory to enslave
Manacles remain
Conforming to restraints

To know downtrodden shame
Always yourself to blame
On declaring freedoms song
In excess still finding wrong

To break free of constructs
Burned into the mind
Subversion to destruct
Restrictions that we find

Meaningless psychology
Religions ideology
All one and the same
Liberty to drain

To drink from lusts cup
And bask within the flames
On fleshes feast to sup
And know no ones to blame
To write the script anew
Authenticity so true
Just to know how it would feel
Freed hearts turned to the real


The burning
Cold hot
Soothing caress
Pained relief
Smooth to the touch
The known
Ineffably learned
A-priori forgotten
The dark
Whiter shade of pale
Absence of colour
In present tone
Rising fall
The love hate
Kiss on bitten lips.


As in the beginning
So too the end
You'll never stop me
Once I start
Never start me once I stop.

Erasure to neutrality
Contradicting words
The meaning
In significance

The structure
Of a construct
Relation of each word
In interpretation

The authorised context
Systematic unity
Internal oppositions
Eclipsing origin
Dominant chords to subs

Ever undoing
In reversal
Words put together
Torn apart
Bitter sweet
To win defeat

At the end so to begin
And so in opening
We come to close
At the start to mark the stop.


Tawny bark
The squirrels nest
Antler oak
In bough to rest

A secret garden
Where children play
Tomorrows dreams
Embrace glad day

The bird song branches
Reaching swarthy wood
Green mantle of leaves
New shoots understood

The crack in the shell
Emerging from egg
The wonder of life
Now shakes a leg
Stretching the wings
To soar on high

Of garden party's
Where unicorns dance
To the song of elves
That giggle and prance
Chasing rainbows
Bluest open sky

Safely canopied
By the mighty oak
Branches reach like antlers
Protecting hopes
To doze with back against the trunk
And slumber in dreams where hearts never sunk

Dressing (London fashion week, sorry dears I like my black and white classical)

The dusky triangle of the mons
Curled dark Hair glistens trapped in smooth silk
With elastic waist to veil the mound
A touch of lace brushing without sound

Pencil lined stocking
Shear black nylons stroke
Held up by red garter
Suspenders belt

The fastening snaps
Skirt to zip
Straightening hem
Split thigh grips

Crossing thighs
The fabrics rise
Brushed down by nails
Painted scarlet fingers trail

Arched in high heel
The tap of the toe
Sharp stiletto
And pointed sole

The curve of the calf
Encased by boot
Straightening leg
The rising foot
Worshipful anxed
Bloods rising pressure
What words to describe
A classical pleasure

Creature Comfort

Safe and warm
Creature comfort
Feathering of nest
All in all
Bests for the best

To know absence of desire
A soft warm embrace which to retire
Having all needs met
Hardship soon to forget
Yet in this state of grace
Environmental wants already faced
A question rises in the pampered mind
What now in which the meaning find

Safe and warm
These creature comforts
Years in struggle without hope
Scarcity with which to cope
Now faced with glad opening day
Finding yet despair stands in the way

Safe and warm
Creature comforts
What purpose for the sated heart
What dreams come when night departs
New longings bringing pain
Unsure which way lies the gain

Anxious of impending doom
Empowerment cannot come too soon
Where now find the true north?
In what place our faith or worth?
Creature comfort leaves the heart unsure
Unfamiliar territory in encore


2018 (others on MORESOUNDZ)


Nicole Kidman FUR








NEW Better late than never METoo because men rape men too.



Who Survived 45? Frankl 'Logo'Therapy compare HEADSTOGETHER 'who cares, just scum'

TheOutsider part 3 of the Albert Camus Suite MYTHOFSISYPHUS TheRebel




TheCis (I've been called worse. Don't look at me, some folks are very ill informed.)







Is there a fairy god mother
To bring you on
A millionaire without self interest
Signed on a dotted line?
Vampires craving blood
Their thirst writ in cold eyes
For all philanthropists
There's an accountant keeping score
Why are so many left so poor
If they're really opening doors?
Bailiffs kicking at the entrance
Just itching for the unwary to downfall
Jekyll's with hungers rabid teeth
To snap at the woundeds ankles
Achilles heels
Just how does it feel
To know love is always on loan?
The penny drops to a silent phone
The disempowered
Make profits for others whilst they're left alone
Do you think they want you on TV
That there's a deal yet to be signed
A golden ticket that explodes
To the ticker tape parade?
You see the haves live in another world
The have nots left on the outside

You know we've seen this all before

From the archives of cracked minds
Could it be that all the heroes are dead
That exploitation rules the day?
Investors shuffling credit cards
So they can hit target percentage
Are those without homes just in your head?
Whilst the rich look the other way


Like a refugee of romance
Fleeing from a hallowed land
Milk and honey soured
By dissidents to their experience
Refugees of romance
Your flight is not your sin
War torn barb wire fences
Makeshift tents in holding camps
Trying to stem the flood
Battered boats upon the tide
Refugees of romance
Your hope is not a sin
Who wants to be a refugee
Displaced and outcast
Divided by dictates of conflict
Or fleeing genocide
Refugees of romance
Your broken hearts are not your sin
The oppressed forced to run
Forgotten of nationality
Risking all, with lives packed upon their backs
Lost Children seeking the embrace of a longed for home
Refugee of romance
Your search is not a sin
A stranger on a foreign shore
Hopes clasped close to wounded hearts
With outstretched shaking hands
Fearing the rejection of the promised land
The Modern exodus
Tears in pleading eyes
I don't want to be a refugee
Displaced by the oppressors fist
Forlorn and hungry for safety
The embrace of a foreign isle
Refugees of romance
Your lack is all our sin
The Anguish of belonging hearts
The refugees of longed for romance

Getting it on with Nietzche this week (with a touch of Camus)


Philosophic suicide
One thought to make it through the night
The waiting sharpened blade
Of final decision made

Consumed by obsessions pain
To look on this life's comic tragedy
Ever fearful of approaching death
Seeking to cut life short with one final breath

To numb craving with belief
Burning reason with its effigy
Protest ever on the lips
For all meaninglessness to berate

Concealing half truths found
To rest only on a cripples crutch
And grasp at floating wood upon the tide
There weather the currents undertow

Suicide ever in back of mind
To turn the back on all life's lies
One last leap into the dark
Falling from grace, nights peace to find

Anger ever at weakness
Wanting for the poison, heart to still
The tremble of the grasping hand
In despair to make a final stand
Romantics turn from suicide
Death in time will come to decide.



Easier to obey another
Than command oneself
Broken nights searching for the light
Whispers of darkness fevered dreams

To bow down to the emperors words
Open minds filled like an empty glass
Knowing only of the bottles pull
To drink of forgetfulness
Motivated to fulfil
Following last orders thought to still

The believer basking with the glow
Of the spirit moving them to tears
A rudder moved by an absent hand
The boat moves on in search of promised land

Growth the reward of pain
The tree that weathers every storm
Gnarled and bent by winds of change
In strength of being never rearranged

The dancing stars of fear
Reminding of this life within a tear
Eyes blink with water welling up
To weep for loves once promised cup

The lonely wanderer to new horizon
Shadows grow unto the dusk
Tension ever in the breath
Discomfort ever unto death
A choice to make next weary step
Oneself in forced march of life never to forget
In youth ever striving for next goal
With age reaching not for a new role

Be yourself?

They say become yourself
That is life's truest wealth
Growing and becoming
That which none other can truly be
But stop to think a while
Ponder on this particular style
In time words seem so hollow
From those you once sought to follow
Grasping for support to hold
Once accepted into the fold
But the stories getting old
What guiding hands once foretold
Soldiers of fortune
Without command
Salute one portrait
Fruits of the land
When you stumble, when you fall
Raised up by your own hand
How be other than yourself?
Become something greater than this goal
In your breast your heart forever beats
Ever standing on your own feet
Go into yourself that's what they say
Growing in wealth that is a better way
All service to one crown
On coins to which we finally bow.


Of all the virtues life can bring
There is one by far the worse
There's reasons that they left it on its own
At the bottom of Pandora's box

Hope just like an anaesthetic
Troubles which to numb
For without lack you'd never wish
Upon its fallen star

Hope like poison to the heart
Knowing only strife
What dreams may come
To take its cravings from the mind

An empty casket
No gold there
This is the rainbows end
That looses all who search

Hope like empty prayers
Knowing that nothings there
Forced to strive throughout our lives
Its mountain never climbed

Hopes whispered on the lips
To keep the ship afloat
Knowing rocks are sure to come
To dash our fragile chance

Hope like the sunken heart
In davey joneses locker
Abandon hope I say to you
For it has a bitter end


The throbbing of awareness
That seizes at the mind
Like a flash of inspiration
That Illuminates the blind
Burning of the flesh
The cutting of the knife
Persistent as the tooth ache
Discomfort, such is life
Awakening to migraine
Rhythmic as the pulsing heart
Weary of its knowledge
Wishing only for it to depart
The cold shiver
Like an electric shock
Spasms a cool blade
Stabbing ease to block
Desiring only choice
To numb the misery
Escaping from distress
Fleeing suffering
The serum to the illness
One malady distress
Freedom from desire
Knowing not this pain
To liberty of thought
Emancipation gain


Girl with a pearl earring

Girl with a pearl earring
My old Dutch
A golden age
That Hangs in The Hague
The contrasting colour
Finest scarves all the rage
slope of the cheek
And held back hair
The ear to the oyster
Smooth skin so fair
Where secrets are whispered
Into the open shell
Hot breath on the tongue
Gleaming mother of pearl
Like snow drops in spring
Petals reaching for warmth
Or the pendant chandelier
Its tears to be caught
White virgin vellum
Turning over new page
Contrasting with ink
Like tattoo fading with age
Where wine matures
Sealed lips oaken cask
The oyster her secret
As smooth as her pearls
To open her shell
And drink of the flesh


Bringing thought into line
The dialogue
In attachment to realign
Misspelled words
Try to convey
Meaning in phonemes
Anagrams missing piece
Concealing whips
Absent life rafts
From sinking ships
To counsel and to reconcile
With promised integration
Smoke signals in the wilderness
Where the cavalry never comes
Adjusting attitudes
Contradictions from divides
Where does it ever end in philosophic diatribe
Wearing out to lay to waste
An opponents war inside
Dichotomy unified
Pancake days to a flip side
Ever on the back burner
Turn it over, there is no guide
Binary choices, left or right
Time to bulldoze down the maze,
Bridges burning in the mind
To find you are on your own side.


The poisoner of trust
Like the stain of unfaithful lust
False witness to the trial
Where hands tip the balance
Avoidant of raised sword
No need for defence
When they claim the victims the offence
How they murdered hope
And cremated dreams
The betrayal of commitment
Saying I cannot know my own mind
Who can I really trust?
The knife drawn at defenceless backs
Slow poison to last suppers feast
Where the face turns other cheek
To receive the raised fists blow
It was me that they bashed
Still me that felt the lash
Private investigations
Born of suspicious minds
Still knowing nothing about me
The situations not ideal
And still the tears are real
Broken bonds of friendship
A killing joke taken too far
Did I forget to tell you
How I never drove a car
And as a child they locked me in the boot
Your musings just for the bar
That ran down all my trust

Cheers ears

What if our thoughts were not our own
All that we believe
What comes to motivate us
Not of ourselves alone
Welcome to the machine
Zero history to conceive
Living in a lie
A slave to implants in the mind
Silence is golden
Puppets unconscious of the feed
Radio gaga
The conscious made to bleed
Personnal filters
Wired to memory's stuck on repeat
Broken records algorithms
Where thoughts are fed to the beat
No man an island
A collective to the web
Enmeshed minds
In synchronicity of cut off heads
They say it's insane
If you try to name it
From birth forced to knees
Trapped maze of Conditioning
They'll say it's just madness
If you claim we're all connected by radios in our heads
Take the blue pill
They say the red is why you're ill



FE Man isms

'Feminazis' war
Declaring poison pedagogue
Patriarchy to the knees
Perfumed pussies to the riot
A young child's eyes
Wondering what they'll write
A not so empty page
The Margin and dividing lines
Boys will be boys in the ear
His masters voice to fear
Conforming to examples
The mentors guiding hand
Or the old gnarled cane
The rulers straightened back
Fathers dare not shed tears
Real men work but never tire
Dear johns reminding of the day
They grew soft to the memory of her eyes
War of words
Master tape listening in
Gender neutrals shades of grey
High heels stamping out a crushed fag

Screw Tapes edit concersations

Making devils of angels.
What is this thing?
This feminism?
Sugar and spice
And All things nice
Of Puppy dogs tales
Wagging tongues still stab at backs,
The ring torn from the finger
And the tears in weary eyes.

New age

Follow on
When you've lost all direction
Become a follower
Your freedom to subjection
Who are you following?
Do you have your own mind?
Construct walls with what you're reading
One guiding light to blind
False prophets words on traffic signs
Reading into everything you find
The master speaks, lips taste new wine
Selves with wills now undermined
Just one decision for your kind
Follow me leader
Preached sermons to the undersigned
One truth, new age, a gurus reader
Follow, follow
Thoughts constrain
Yellow brick road
Leads the faithful to restrain
Real profits
In the domination
False prophets
Sell dreams of salvation
Meaning of life on which you're sold
The same old cons, the stories old


Bad company

An 'addict' alone is in bad company
So the faithful preach
But I really enjoy myself
So that's the company I keep.
Bad company
The joys of solitude
Do they think I'm afraid of myself
That I am lonely when alone?
I am not my worse enemy
So my own company I keep
Don't want to argue with bull shiters
Who claim gods the one to seek
Bad company
Sitting on my own
Do you think I'm feeling lonely
When I'm sat safe at home?
I hear their poison platitudes
To undermine faith in myself
Entertain fools gladly
Who say I'm out on my own
Am I isolating ?
With these pleasures of solitude
If you're alone and in bad company
I guess it's time you changed
But to say that I'm bad company
Seems just a little strange
You see I like my own company
Can't You tell I'm still doing well.
I'm not lonely when alone
The rest can go to hell



What is the best move in chess?
Freedoms choice with which we're always blessed
In memory of the lovers eyes
Longing to turn the back on lies
Chasing happiness like butterfly's
Hands grasp emptiness as we try
Yet if we give up on the search
Meaning lands on fingers perched
An attitude to turn into the light
Passion held clearly in the sight
No longer pointless in our quest
When by our muse we're blessed
Culture seeking to oppress
One vision on the mind impressed
Ever craving for success
Unable to find an answer to the test
A way of seeing in which to create
Breaking out of the bondage of our fate
To see beauty in a tree
Contemplation of what it means to be
The Cup passive in being
Held empty yet we come to see
Fulfilment in receiving
The next line of whispered poetry


Sentient sentences

Homo sentient
Subjective of thought
Experiencing qualia
Integrated information consciousness
Mechanical substrates
Containing the whole
World without meaning
Here finding our role
The universe conscious of itself
We are the meaning to it all
Creation our true goal
To live and know it without fall
A whole of many parts
Yet no awareness till in sum
Emerging from constraints
Postulates Of physicality
Sentience to the world
Knowing of our own being
A sparks axioms fire
Burning creative consciousness
Senses feeding our desire
To remain aware
Survive the empty void
Stars to the firmament
Reaching with the light
Of communicated thought
Stepping free of restraint
Unified as one listening to it all

The pain of a pinprick
Sour taste of lemon fruit
The red colour of blood
The tear in the eye
Long suffering
The warmth of a hug
Moist lips in caress
Hot soup by the fireside
Skip to step feeling fresh
Achievement of goals
Where motives drive
Awareness of self
To know and be known
Calculations mechanics
Logic trees to an outcome
Predicted next step
Random seeds to be sowed
The light in the dark
Whistle on the wind
Seeking truth in a word
Where consciousness grows
Like the burning forest fire
It takes just one spark
To come into being
The struggle for life
Emergent entity


Velvet underground

The velveteen rabbit
Like water ship down
Wide eyed imagining
Hopes make no sound
The breath on the lips
That fills out the chest
Like childhood dreams
Wishing on a star
Windmills turning in the mind
Hands outstretched to catch the wind
Ever grasping for some meaning
Where loosed balloons float on free
The velveteen rabbit
Soft toys collecting childhood tears
Watering sown seeds
Buried deep underground
The reaching of shoots
Growing into the real
To run like the wind
To leap to the moon
Gambolling legs
That hop with cotton tail
Wide with their wonder
Gleaming bright button eyes
The velveteen rabbit
Dreamt of hopes in a wish
A child's toy left forgotten
Still straining for life
Growing in freedom
A leap into the light


Daddy dear
A core of hate
Like a knot in the chest
Or the burning tears
Of raised fists in rage
Nothing to surrender
No love to give
Grief that is bitter
With razor torn recollections
Abandoned , suppressed
Moans of the empty grave
The cigarette butt
They put out on my skin
A childhood memory
As they demanded
The tears on bitten lip
For real men do not cry
A little cunt
Their words of endearment
Scorched in the soul
Burned into the mind
Fearing for my life
Those hands dealing out pain
Hard wired rebellion
Fed in revolt , nurtured by spite
Compassion bled eyes
That know no redemption
Thoughts turn to murder
Deaths frenzied grip
No room to forgive
The little child's fist
For the cigarette burn
Raging on ever lives
Their little cunt
All my father taught me was shit

Silk satin finish
Freshly showered hair
That shines from conditioner
Floral scent with a flair
Where water drops fly
with a flick into the air
Goose pimples in the steam
Sensation without care
Warm towelling of the skin
Soft embrace to dry
Flushed flesh, relaxed muscles
Letting go of hand rail
Brushing fibres like cobwebs
Whispering as a horses tail
Reaching for the light
Gently stroking cheek where memory's pale
So smooth to the touch
Like alabaster skin
Freshly waxed legs
A little hint of heaven
To brush the strands with the fingers
Stroke flesh with the thumbs
Massaging the scalp
Till with a sigh the tension comes undone
Trembling with thoughts rare
Of the silk satin touch of hair

This life a bitter gift
Pain and trouble to the mind
Excess ever to it's payback
Love a price that's so unkind
The temperate heart
It's simple pleasure
To find ease from the start
The frugal find for them a hidden treasure
Abundant in spirit
Turn to restraint
Turmoil to shackle
Simplicity free of taint
With beauty paints
Death as nothing
Lacking sensation
The material brings
In time an end
I was not, I was,
I am not, I do not care
To be in time
A pleasure rare.
To find truth in sensation
Marred only by preconception
Surrendering to feeling
These joys epicurean.

Welcome mat
Shallow breaths
In anticipation
Before the gasped inhale
Expansion of the diaphragm
To blow birthday candles out
Hands that cradle gently
The growing child's balloon
Taste of rubber on the lips
The temptation to let go
Or burst it with a pop
Party poppers
Firing champagne cork
Bubbles up the nose
Where excitement flushes cheeks
With head rush of blood
Confetti in the hair
Streamers take to air
Like cherry blossoms subtle scent
Cotton candy melts on tongue
Sentimental for the celebrations past
Drying shoes with the first wipe
On a new door mat
Welcome home for the first time
Feet stepping over entrance
One giant moment in the stride
Soon to be lost in familiarity
To turn the back on all that's lost
Still with memory's to unpack
With a tear for what departs
Freshly wept into the new
Wondering just what else was forgot
As you cant find that box of tissues
To wipe at moistened cheeks.

Longer than life (much of my romantic poetry is relational to a human being expressed as nonbinary)
A love lasting longer than life
Heart pained by its prospect
To know no other in longing
Held forever with respect
Like the fading of the ink
On love letters in a drawer
Or the passions left sublimated
In poetry ever seeking more
Cobwebs in the attic
Half forgotten in the chest
Tokens whispered friendship
Frail touch where longings rest
To reach beyond deaths door
The memory's to awake
With softly wept warm tears
For one they'll not forsake
A song as old as the passing age
Where crowfeet mark the tide
That washes the fevered brow
Craving once more their side
Can you recall the fire in the eyes
The rising passions flames
The emptiness in the absence
Jealous secrets left untamed
A love to last longer than life itself
For this I would trade all else, to find its abundant wealth.

Self Esteem
Self worth
Self esteem
Didn't matter if they picked you for their team
Self regard
Once you win in heart
No one else can make its value to depart
If you loose in anothers games
When the bigots call you names
One thing provides a shield
Self Respect like a sword to wield
Are you only worthy to another's eyes?
Do you act a role to others lies?
People pleasing till the end of days
An empty whole relies on approval others say
Self worth the pauper with a crown
Self esteem none can turn your head around
Self regard in your own integrity
The other rated know only a self undeserving, to their pity
Where is this hole they fill with a soul?
What meaning find in others definitions ?
Reach beyond the critics hollow words
Self esteem, once arrived at, none can steal the whole
Fame and fortune, all possessions
As nothing to the value in self worth
The heart a golden wealth
When it finally comes to love itself

Boatmans coin
Every issue has a flip side
To the devil their advocate
Fixed in dichotomy
The fundamental their cry
Black and white thinking
Lived in extremes
Binary fed contradiction
Playing themselves at one handed chess
The hope of the holy
Committed to faith
Evidently false
Still they offer up prayers
Collected in groups
To bolster their strength
They'll claim there is reason
To tautological debates
The shepherds crook
To fish for lost necks
And force to the knees
Do you want to be fleeced?
Reconciled exiles
Or the fragile of heart?
Conciliatory feelings
Bringing conflict to end
Joining the hands in shared humanity
To step beyond reasons
See the other side of the coin
Begging your neighbour to cease their divide.

Do I need to seek your permission ?
Do you have to approve?
You say Forever unworthy
In what way do I need to improve?
Thinking outside the box
You try to restrain me
But I break free of your locks
You'd try to ban me
I don't seek your applause
Secure in your judgement
You portray a lost cause
With put downs to bind me
Do you think that I care
Do I Hang on every word
Mockers sarcasm to bare
Do I need your permission
Just to be who I am?
Don't want your approval
You say I can't , when I can
Your portrayal defective
All you know is my name
Forever undermining
Yours is a blame game
I don't seek your permission
Whilst you cheat with your shame
You seek to exclude me
You're like kids calling names

In the silence of the guarded room
Memory's pointed as the tomb
Burning in the breast
A new thought on them impressed
Light shining in the dark
Inspirations spark
Curves of feminine wiles
All other threads beguiled
Piercing through dark veil
Where shadows start to pale
The image held so strong
Could passions be so wrong
Struggling to compose
The fires that there arose
Fearless symmetry of heels
That set the mind to reel
Wiping clean the recollection
Free of their malediction
Heart rises on spread wings
New songs of which to sing
Breathing in the scent
Know no sin which to repent
The shadows guarded room
Where pollen starts to bloom
The creak of leather stretched
Those cheeks I can't forget
Arising from the tomb
Freed from the darkest gloom
To conduct an overture
Rhythmic to that curvature

​Air raid shelter?
The quest for fire
In search of meaning
Still knowing that none is there
Words construct an edifice
Words perfumed by poetics
The unwary to seduce
Walls of rationality
Topped with a tin pan roof
A shelter from the storm
Or the air raids falling bombs
Behaviours entrenched
The blitzkrieg to survive
And so the weary pen
Strings pearls with effected rhyme
Starting once again
To cast jewels before the swine
Is it really just seeking attention?
So little of which it hardly matters
Assertion of the self
In creation to be known?
Ever seeking audience
That one can find their two.
Words to make sense
Constrained by sentences
The familiar in verse form
Grasping like hopes forlorn
With ease the floral phrased
A punchline with a parting flair
Trying to make some meaning
Out of a leaking roof.

​Choir boys
To raise voices in the rapture
The tongue the flesh to cleave
Moistened thirsting lips
Their passion never leaves
Sinking to the knees
Forever penitent
The lusts they seek to snuff
Burn on in candle flames
This solo for a chorister
Organs pipes rising
Deep breath within the chest
Vibrations in the throat
The bleeding side it's burst heart
Skewered on the spear
Where nails sink into the flesh
Scratched blood from rent skin
The chaplain pours libations
With communion wine
Where in hymn wings rise
To the angels unsheathed swords
To bow the head in shame
Present neck to the teeth
Drunk on the blood of lambs
Lost to sin in flood
Feasting upon the flesh
Torn veil of one body

Distance grows between
Clocks hands turning cross the face
Shadows lengthening
As the sun goes down
Lost moments held in time
Film reel celluloid its dreams
Cracks showing to the eye
Edges melting into tear
Hearts yo yo, up and down
Moods swing barely with a sound
Chest rising just to fall
No reason to it all
How long's a piece of string?
Eyes never more to meet
The hooks that sunk in side
Pain in removal hide
A distance comes between
As I look down the mountain trail
Forced march into the wilderness
Too late to retrace steps
Looking out for new horizons
The cold shoulder of the steppes
Clouds their heavy grey
Hands untouched to rue the day
Turning face away
To hide the trail of tears melting with all I try to say.

Cunning linguistics
Cunning linguist
Weaving words
With subtle turn of tongue
Moulding phrases with the lips
Recital just begun
Where fingers stroke at the clay
Reading form upon the wheel
To model flesh with deft touch
A secret artistry to feel
For massage aching from the tips
To kneed dough for the bake
Muscles knotted come undone
Skins goose bumps cannot fake.
Brush of fine sable
Strokes the curve
Gentle mastery
In each turn
To paint a picture with the mind
What imagery to find?
Restraint bound with the passion
Imagination climbs
Reaching for new peaks
A foothold in each rhyme
Cunning linguist
Roll of tongue
Intense on trembling lips
Knowing only thirst
So subtlety raise the cup
Where eyes already drunk.

The daisy
A thousand twinkling little stars
Poking free of the firmament of grass
Childhoods calling to their knees
To roll across their heads
Stain knees with their green beds
String chains of white petals
With jewels of yellow hearts
Perhaps to attract the bees
That dance across the scene
In flight upon the breeze
The heat haze of summer lawns
A labyrinth they weave
With joy in the lost smiles
Striving to recall
The innocence on the face
The daisy a floral crown
For the fairest folk
Where fairy make a shade
From the petaled sky's
The daisies hearts of sunburst
Poking through grass clouds
Ever held in childhood memory
Strung as jewels about the neck.

​Nostalgic institution
I won't turn away from this nostalgic institution
Everything looking better in reflections
Sentimental as the fading recollections
This nostalgic institution
So the mirror may have cracked
More makeup to the mask
Off the record
In nostalgias institution
Fake a smile for the camera
Put on airs for the tape
In mind of radio days
The newest opening play
I want to join in this nostalgic institution
Curtain call, its time to go on
Packing memory's in the suitcase
Time to sweep out the loft
In a nostalgic institution
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Answering the call
Black mirror through the night
Time to turn on the spotlight
It's a nostalgic institution
No time to look back
All those memories left to pack
And the show must go on

Saturns rings to their dark sky
To long for, yet light dies
Beckoning arms of tomb
Melancholic gloom
To trace words in the dust
The embers of a faded lust
Burned down to the ashes
The shell broke of hope that crashes
Clouded sky like billowed smoke
Regretting words left unspoke
Now heavy with the tears
Of rain from loss of year
Hades at the feet
The doors of hell there greet
Fingers reaching for dark glass
Yet knowing this too shall pass
Self penned dramas fantasy
Turns back to empty reality
No meaning find at all
As heart returned now falls
Learning from the words
That bleed with blotted ink
The blighted hopes like blood
To stem another flood
And face the world alone
The curse of those that find no other home

Anxiety like the stomachs butterfly
Churned in flight to flutter by
Decisions stirring on the wing
New vistas which to bring
The wall flower hugging to the side
Afraid to step onto the waltzer ride
Trembling heart forever faint
Afraid of futures yet to paint
Anxious minds fear to leap into the dark
Yet find there motivations spark
One step to float free on the wind
Of change that facing doubts will bring
To face up to unease
Worry it's own malady and disease
Turmoil in uncertainty
Anticipating negativity
To trust that everything's alright
No darkness can consume the light
Time to let go of the past
Freedom with hopes still standing fast
In good faith commit to change
This life to rearrange .
Heart rises in dry throat
Anxiety the gentle push upon the back
Courage in embracing the energy
To swing forwards from all we lack
To dive into progress with possibility
Not sinking, at last we find instead we float

Do nothing

Do nothing
That's what you'll hear them say
Be nothing
They want us just to go away
They'll try to self fulfil you
With values conservative
Whispers on the wind
Rumours dominate
Best friends will turn away
Character assassinate
They'll try to contradict you
With no care for who you are
Did you hear the latest misquote
Do they give a damn about context?
They want you by the throat
Say the truth is just pretence
Prophecy false of your demise
19th nervous breakdown in a week
It's sexual frustration
We'll set them up with a whore
It's all about attention
Sell fame at the agents door
The liars to their gossip
Rumours isolate
Everything you says just for publicity
They pray you'll go away
If they saw that it's just artistry
They'd have no more to say
Sarcasm rips at flesh
Gossips rumours to impress
Do nothing
They don't hear the words you say
Be nothing
They'll stab you in the back,
Look the other way
No satisfaction till you're laying in the street
And draw a final breath.
They want to forget you ever lived
Must of done something right
Rebellion its own gift.

House of doors (kristina clackson)
A house of doors
The corridors of power
Flagstones worn
By the tread of weary feet
To count the years
By footfalls impression
How many speakers to the house
Have any learned their lesson?
Echoes mark the floors
With words marching to delivery
The stones indented by the steps
Of body politics finery
The leviathans coils
Wrestled by the limbs
Of elevated men
Policy to submission
Where the ladies to the halls?
Who seizes vote
Declares all equal
Those who said they're not for turning
Glass ceiling it's oppression
More than a chance impression
Black rod beating at that door
Where women faced only a wall
The flagstones now their cracks
From where only faint turned back
Harbinger of a new age
Raised fist of suffrage.

Top set (because my year at greycourt aroun 85 gutted the admin wing as Tewkesbury was a vicious bastard. and then there were nonces in Computer Studies)
Daddy is a lawyer
So the rich kids say
Secure in sense of entitlement
Positions which to claim
Daddy is a diplomat
It's why our skins are dark
Couldn't say I'd noticed the difference
Until this chance remark
Daddy is an architect
And mommy makes fine dresses
All hot air to the working folk
Us kids they tried to impress
Ever an alien in the top set
Streamed out from my own class
Bidding farewell to childhood friends
To sit at desks with all the toffs
Somehow it felt unfair
An unwitting classroom clown
Standing out from the crowd
Breaking the rules when allowed
Daddy's in the national front
It's why his hairs so short
Daddy was a violent drunk
It's why I'm bunking off
Never fitting in with the boffs
The pains with which they scoff
Daddy threatened to slit my throat
If I ever told.
Somehow it seems unfair
How the boffins just laughed and stared.

The Playground taunts, in adult life,

Lived by the same rules

To flee the gatesa, climb over fence,

Of the burned out, old school.

Lady justice
Lady justice with raised sword
To weigh hearts in the scales
Fearsome visage to the condemned
In judgement beneath crown
Yet judge not lest ye be judged
Best forgive and then forget
The faithful free from chains
The beasts they claim to fight
Standing in the dock
Call on the highest court
How many stumbling blocks
Obstruct truth from the sight
Survival to the fittest
As god alone the witness
To take up arms once more
In final Trial by combat
Justice is ever blind
Tear off the blinkers
Vengeance ever in mind
Rage burning in the eyes
Lady justice just a whore
Where lawyers serve only the coin
The system it's own demise
Those free by their own lies
Still the sword seeks to avenge
Where victims still grieve to cry

Their Law? (state intrusion and interferance with business. Place them in a wired flat with filters on social media and monitering of all data flow with undercover neighbours spreading defamation in community whilst uniformed explicitly do the same in full view and infiltrate any politcal alegiances. Welcome home.Do they have a warrant to use a key to enter property and interfere with papper work, IT and leave origami messages?)

I want to feel more

Be me more
Not the numb sore
Of the oppressors empty laws

Criminals in uniform
Grouped together like a gang
Pretend theyre pretty big
That the rest of us can hang

Their law, with a polished badge
Dominations cuffs
Enclosing freedoms hands
Say the rules are tough
That our hopes are not enough

Lunatics have taken over at the looney bin
Think they are our masters
Control they seek to win
Are you just somebodies serf?
Stop to think about it
That's all they think youre worth

Criminals in uniform
Sounds like someones kind of fetish
Think they are the sharks
To all us little fishes

I want to be more
Feel more
Free more
Cry more
Fly more
See more
Cos I am more
Than their law.


Being there (Heidegger)

Being there
Ever as a presence
Core of the self
That forms our very essence
Both subjective
And phenomenal
An object to the other
Yet undivided in existence
Being there
Anchored in the self
That floats upon the waves
Of the passing time
To sail into becoming
Toward the new horizon
Doubled in the sextant
Yet without duality
The knower and the known
Emergent entity
Being in the world
Is this what it means to be?
Being there
Is consciousness all it is to be?
Or in another's eyes
Is this all we seem to be?
Being there, a portrait photo
Existent entity framed by time

Chaff (writen on proposal of published book of lyrics some weeks ago)
Dead poets to the Ivy League
Publishing conspiracy to believe
Who weeds the wheat out from the chaff
Collectively their grapes of wrath
Secret society for the elites
In a handshake frats to greet
Initiates they ball and bag
Who had the photos with the one night hag?
Brethren to a poison chalice
All with heads bowed towards the palace
There's some that play with little Alice
With unsheathed swords we show our malice
Be sure they'll make a public hanging
Did you wonder just where balls are lacking?
Standing upon others heads
And others wives they seek to bed
Orders to murder
Front page spread
Look in the mirror
Are old soldiers dead?
A composite of many faces
Whilst those in guilt no one traces
Occult science hoodwinked the fools
Who bow in shame whilst breaking rules
Fraternity's pass out more than they test
They really think they are the blessed.

Burnt oak?
Burnt oak, out in the park
Where remains only ashes
Your hollow trunk so dark
Memory of felled family tree
To cut branches from the wood
To feed the outraged fire
Building funeral pyre
To old Father Time
The scythe to strike us down
Where we make a final stand
The thresher to the wheat
Burning chaff left in the field
Uprooting, where fell the barren seed
The cracks of concrete marked
Still fresh leaves of grass,
Show through from the fertile land
Choking clouds of smoke that masked the light
Where they burned us down to ash
Still standing, mighty oak
Where squirrels make their nest
Our centripetal dance
The spiral pattern seeks
There within the wooded womb
Life's passion just a spark
Fed by ashes work
The sower takes to the field
Where acorns find their bed
Out there in the park.

Lady Liberty (EU bill human rights)
I want you more
Than relief from the pain of grasping thorn
Or the fevered lips
Unquenched fire trembling for a kiss
The frantic fear
In loosing the memory
Last nights dream
Of laying languid in those arms
Unsated passions
Where body shakes
With the force of suppressed sighs
Wanting like a thief
Ashamed in envy
For the sought for prize
A puppet for a string
Directed by the marionette
No hands more dominant than loves
That wrenches heart with longings to belong
I want you more
Than the song of nightingale
To mourn my parting soul
With words of immortality

Lady Liberty

How I crave to look into your eyes
I want you more
Than the distant hope
That still lingers a sweet while
Like fingers stroking cheek
To raise the wanton mouth
Parched with thirst
Moulding sweet phrases upon the tongue

Subtlety distinct
Breaking definitions
The nuanced heart
Non binary recognition
The fluid form
That knows no bounds
No shape to the containment
Modulation to resound
The clay coax with deft touch
Bursting free of all moulds
Adam and Eve
Forever divided
The garden in knowledge
A poison in the insight
Ever in opposition
The coin yet has two sides
The mother, the father
Poles apart
No ambiguity
From the start
Reflections in Ovids pool
Of salmacis metamorphosed tears
In many shades
The pigment strains
The canvas of the flesh
Facets to the gems
Undivided in the glamour
Perceptions to duality
In gradation the colours mix
To form a third from twain
And with subtlety to light
Shines with truth upon the wing
Freed from chrysalis
Painted Social butterfly

Anger management?
The fire that burns twice as bright
Burns half as long
They may say pull yourself together man
Could their directions be all wrong?
In fear the animal will strike out
Weary of its foe
Those who face the fire
Can let the energy flow
Rage is such a sin
So the preachers say
But in order to contain it
You might open out its ways
In anger find a missing peace
Expressing what you feel
To scream and know no fear
To strike with sword the coiled mat
To learn to follow through
And let the passion out
The heart that lets it show
Has more capacity in it
Less likely to lash out
Those who have walked within its midst
Anger is an energy
No fear to face the fire
Burning in the chest
Protective powers rise.
No dark side for to fear
Just the force there flowing bright

Like a refugee of romance
Fleeing from a hallowed land
Milk and honey soured
By dissidence to the experience
War torn barb wire fences
Makeshift tents in holding camps
Trying to stem the flood
Makeshift boats upon the tide
Who wants to be a refugee
Displaced and outcast
Divided by dictates of conflict
Or fleeing genocide
The oppressed forced to run
Forgotten of nationality
Risking all, with lives packed upon their backs
Lost Children seeking the embrace of a new home
A stranger on a foreign shore
Hopes clasped close to wounded hearts
With outstretched shaking hands
Fearing the rejection of the promised land
The Modern exodus
Tears in pleading eyes
I don't want to be a refugee
Displaced by the oppressors fist
Forlorn and hungry for safety
The embrace of a foreign land
The Anguish of belonging hearts
The refugees of a longed for romance

Magic mirror
A little magic comes back into the world
The expectant hope sown on the wind
Where seeds cotton wings let float on by
Lifting emotions back on course
The tempest whipped storms
That raged on terribly through the night
A torrent of tears for those lost to the gale
Yearning for morning to dry drenched sails ripped apart
The dance in the waves of the lonely lost keel
A bark strains in the foam of uncharted seas
The rope burning hands to tie to our course
The rudder that strains the limbs with the force.
Sighting the land, a bird flys over head
The heart skips a beat with salt to the scent
Breathing a sigh with a thrill in the chest
That rises to lips as one who is blessed
Doubts washed away in the receding flood
With warmth in the breast that signals of love
The longing for home that old sailors know
And expatriates drink to try hard to forget
A little magic shines down on the world
From the light in the face of the lighthouse rock
Clouds parting arms embracing the scene
To step back on dry land and it's firmness to feet.

To grasp bull by the horn
Minotaur to spawn
Ill fated curse in scorn
Lost innocence forlorn
Step mothers borrowed son
Pray tell the love there won
No more mercy find from beast
Than lusts of the demon feast
A husbands jealousy
Where crime is concealed by crime
Disasters felony
Rapes bacchanal accused in mime
The muse cruel to the heart
From sides which now depart
But song ever on mother tongue
Of raptures left undone
The nurse encouraging
The courtly to begin
To push me and to pull me
Such inspiration see
Tauro rising from the wave
The huntsman to the grave
Stiff shaft of javelin
Broke by Phaedra's sin
Chariot Begs to ride the extra mile
The incestuous to defile
But ask just whose the crime
Hearts weighed by scales of time
Smothered by her embrace
The funeral hearse to grace
The glorious beauty fled
Where corpse lies moaning death
That soil may cover the head
Of they that draw there final breath
To submit to the sirens call
Moist blood betrays the fall

The smell of fresh leather
Held restrained by the wrist
In the grip of tied thongs
For freedom to long
The suede for a blindfold
To hold back the sweat
Tears wept hot, grow cold
Eyes closed, alert to heart beat
Black armour for dark knight
That strains with muscles flexed
Rising through the night
Shame from bodies wrenched
The creak of tanned hide
Taste of biting whip
Where the devil rides
The trembling of those stretched hips
The shearling soft to the pain
Sheepskin touch to the warm
fitting like a glove just the same
Hands held back from the storm
To soothe the burning flesh
Heal With gentle caress
The pleasure in the passions
With a leather grip in fashion
Awakening the senses
Poised on bitten lip

Centre court
If you like to play with mixed doubles
You could be shaken and stirred
You won't want a new ball boy
As you suck upon that straw
Cocktails for centre court
Just swinging over the nets
It's a bit of a racket
But top spin you will get
The price of those strawberries
When you're lost in my dreams
With red tip to the lips
Well whipped like the cream
If you like mixed doubles
You could be shaken and stirred
The umpires got hawkeye
But these balls let fly free as a bird
Iced sundaes for final day
Soothed by a sorbet surprise
So put out the nets
For that Silver service so prized
I guess that the wombles
Can make use of what's left
When I stick it over your net
Watch out or a foot fault you'll get
An ace for your service
Just hope it's not getting too wet

Sweety just like caviar
Born to be a super star
Stretch limousine for your car
The blue of blood their avatar
As they erase search history's
Secure they'll conceal dark fantasies
You'd like to teach the reality
Trainer to all beneath the lions roar
Pillars hold up a lintels arch
Beware you all the ides of march
Endorsements declare an unfair fight
Be sure the claws are bound to bite
Abandon all hope who enter here
Entrapment is the least to fear
Sweety dear, an avatar
Who pulls the strings for rising stars?
Fake sheiks cast nets from the shore
It's why the rich are so unsure
A suit of armours greeting beware
Heels mount the staircase with a strut so rare
The marionette, a puppets glove
To stroke at flesh and model love
The hook it's bait
They'll see too late
Freedom corrupts
Those with eyes wide shut
Sweety dear an avatar
Where hands will grip just iron bars

Artichoke it's hidden heart
It's bud beneath the bract
Scales stripped with the knife
The fallen thistles leaves
Spiked recollections
Tearing of the flesh
Wound around the past
The unraveling thread of fate
Scabs with dirty plaster
Now cleaning out the scars
Bled out with the memory
Blacked out by the pain
Hands breaking through the ice
Too cold to hold the gun
Sun blushed tomatoes
Who rose with embarrassment ?
Fragile petal, The slide of olive oil
Tossed salad for a beggars bowl
Lost in disassociation
Fragmented in location
The sound of knitting needles
That marked the passing time
Trembling bitten fingers
Scrubbed red with wire wool
Falling through the fiddlers roof
Memory it's own proof
Gauntlet cast upon the ground
The feint , a foils repost.
Artichoke it's shielded bud
The well protected heart
Concealed beneath scale mail
A hidden tenderness.

ALL 2018Songs appearing below NOW ON MORESOUNDZ with previous years if you scan lower down. YA is on Miss Understanding. There will be at least a new song every 2 weeks this year.

LATEST Nicole Kidman FUR after the film of same name METOO




NEW TheCis (I've been called worse. Don't look at me, some folks are very ill informed.)


Syndicate copywrite fraud forever risks being sued for 100% revenue. It would only require one person with evidence of such to cut a deal with me and their whole coup risks civil and criminal action. Unlike the open license granted by some professional song writing organisations that are a con for the creator as they loose veto.








NEW Better late than never METoo because men rape men too.



Who Survived 45? Frankl 'Logo'Therapy compare HEADSTOGETHER 'who cares, just scum'

TheOutsider part 3 of the Albert Camus Suite MYTHOFSISYPHUS TheRebel

LUDITE LIBERALS should enjoy YUVAL NOAH HARARIS 21 Lessons for the 21st Century on Audible and elsewhere.ALTEREDCARBON

Youth of today could use college fees not gangs, try a donation to Centre Point.



NEW TheCis (I've been called worse. Don't look at me, some folks are very ill informed.)






GRENFELL NOSMOKE Those fat cats I know so well, the ones keeping folk like me homeless.

OF COURSE I am 'not a real man' because I didn't kill the 7 people who sexualy abused me as a child.





CAPTAINJACK Piracy over politics!







Citizens charter or UK bill of human rights? Might need some sub clauses. Including protection of resident EU and migrant workers rights and GIVE US THE LIST the EU would not, full public identification of paedophiles. Regards to BIG ISSUE London. As I have been homeless 6 times we might start with all UK citizens having a right to housing, this could include a crisis payment from the proposed 'citizens wage' benefit system.



CAPTAINJACK bit premature for a 'band of angels', like I have the budget. More chance with the vibrators. Wolfchilde and The Whores of Babylon...



There will be new material every 2 weeks this year.


Shifting sands being what they are I cannot comment much upon the Child Abuse Enquiry beyond saying GIVE US THE LIST. I do not like the term mental illness to describe the emotional chalenges as a survivor. I do not have a capacity to forgive abusers, there is no closure beyond the final coffin nail, the conflict cannot be resolved, the culture only offers vengance in the form of criminal justice and after over 25 years of disclosure that is still something society does not grant me. I resent, I hate, I have continuing dabilitating symptoms of Trauma from both the accidental compound fracture of my skull and the rapes I experienced in youth, I am human. The culture may be improving towards victims but it can never take away the fact that it happened and it will always hurt and disturb. So I havn't drunk or used drugs for the majority of my adult life (aparently coming down with diabetes means I was loaded according to some 'reliable' 'sober' sources). As I aproach my 50's hand on heart the mechanisms of support mostly offered dirty plasters to the open wounds. I found a voice through this site but I am not happy with what life has taught me. It will happen again, and that is not my fault, I have done all I can and will continue to despite the pain. 'Mental Health' is largely used to deny the reality and undermine disclosures of societys victims, I have also survived 6 times homelessness through social exclusion so if you want to gossip and have a go do not forget there are consequences to the individual and costs to the community. The status quo craves supression. This site has been free for 12 years and remains unafiliated with any organisation or group. I am mostly not what they say especialy in extremeis but no one bothers to ask, they just react, blame and judge as abusers are want to. And no I am not a sub dominant. Crying in the wilderness, and sure someone will try to spin that. With hopes for a better future for the children. If I could live my life again I would not have willingly entered therapy in my teens and would have prefered to have killed the abusers despite the consequences.

Welcome to 2017. MEGHANS LAW. GIVE US THE LIST as SARAHS LAW was intended to be in the first place rather than the governments 'compromise'.



TOMCRUISE Says OMG (thanks to Little Peaches), NOT a fabrication. GIVE US THE LIST (vid large file best to right click and save to)


you can read all about John Smith phd CHEPSTOW GWENT in ACUNNINGLINGUIST Also Allan Stock Redhill Surrey child molestor and National Front member... I used to be a Rude Boy myself so best ask Pauline Black what I think of them... moonstomp!

Free Wolf n Raven Dance WHITEHORSE CANADADRY Up The Tagish!

OPERATION MAKESAFE NEW CHILD PROTECTION MEASURES FROM SIR BERNARD AND THE LADS, google it. The real purpose of looking to the past must be to inform present and future child protection. Where do the children play? GIVE US THE LIST






All this years releases below pic.




THE PRIMARY PURPOSE OF THIS SITE IS TO PUT PRESSURE TOWARD PERMANENT PUBLIC LISTING OF PAEDOPHILES ACROSS EUROPE, every child and victims right to safety. Why did the Labour government spin Sarahs law away from full public disclosure? Why with the national inquiry into child abuse is Westminster silent on public listing of paedophiles. There are many questions I would like to ask as to why the media has stoped promoting public listing. Why have victim support groups fallen silent on the issue? I give my songs to you freely in the hope that through attracting attention via entertainment some of the many questions about how our society protects offenders might one day be answered. Amidst all the spin and media impression management why have so many victims been unheard?


THE CONCEPT ALBUM BLOOD SOAKED LAND will remain below pic of Viking Longship for download (right click to save) and burning to disc through 2016

2016 We will release a FREE SONG at least every 2 weeks.


Free Concept Album BLOOD SOAKED LANDS below.


BLOOD SOAKED LAND. Concept album in which we call on the old ways for a cull to cleanse the land. 'All paedophiles are terrorists', Bishop of London to Wolfchilde following 7/7.




Save MP3 songs to PC then transfer to iPod unknown artist add to playlist in order they apear to enjoy full album or burn to CD. I grant permision to bootleg so long as this site is credited.




This site has been promoting public listing of paedophiles since 2005. Westminster, same old story, watch out for another cover up/ inquiry. The free book A Cunning Linguist and free album Swords In Abusers on moresoundz elaborates. A generation of children went unheard and few recieved the justice they deserved throughout the 80's and 90's. A Royal Commision with publicly selected investigators and nothing less can adress the questions of human rights to justice and protection of victims. The backlash must be exposed. Mandatory reporting of abuse suspicions must become statute. Victims should no longer face invasive 'tests' of authenticity following reporting such crimes, police resources should not be wasted investigating victims but focus solely on alleged perpetrators. Institutional abuse and cover ups must be exposed. Paedophiles must be publicaly listed so we can all protect vulnerable children. Following 7/7 the Bishop of London stated to us 'all paedophiles are terrorists'. A million hits for give us the list and the support of Tom Cruise, Caprice, Amir Khan, Bruce Willis and others in the call to reform UK child protection. If not now when?




Spunky smells like JENNY from FRIENDS armpits


RAISEING A LITTLE MORE THAN A BROLLY... More Miss Understandings.(know your Topographicalness and feel the fear... Prude, it's ruder than prog.)

Childrens Crusade ... HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!






Not A Rug In Sight...



And Evens on the Matrix WAR








WolfsbloodAre we all but grains upon that Beach,Is it war or peace we come to teach,The Children who are watching nowDo they know a way or how-To staunch the blood of brothers tearsOf sisters crying out for years?To pains the memory of the fearsLeft incarcerated here?For all we know and all we feelAre spirits dead or can we healThe rift of ages that befellThose who turned to face the shells.Where poppies reach and truth beseech The hearts in anguish that abhorThe fate of Angels destined for war.Where shrapnel falls like hail to someWhose that battle that is won,And if the shroud is torn in twoWould we see exactly whoThe veil lifted would revealFor all those prayers we've said to heal-Whose the Kingdom that we seekWho will serve the wounded meek?And whose the scars and whose the swordWhere the nails and who the Lord?Were we but ears of corn to some Would we send our only sonsOr stand to face that end as one.Bow before no earthly princeFor the word is true that none could print.These names of those who stood forewarnedAs others here would choose to scorn,Who would pray on bended kneeFor those that cross that darkest seaRegardless of the creed or skinAs one in faith, these many wordsWe hold aloft the dripping sword;As blood congeals on earthly shoreTo run beyond that fateful doorAre truth and justice on our sideOr do the heads of judgment lie?Though thought obscure where shadow fallAnd the last post to spirits call,These hearts as one upon the sleeveA branch to offer with golden leaf.The olive and the fig becomeObscured by fog, the darkest sunEye wept dry and fingers bleachedIs this the pinnacle we've reached?Bold humanity to someIs there a final hour to come?Call across the seas of bloodAnd seek a way to face that flood.Whose the tablet that was wroteWhose the Bush and whose the CoatOf arms in battle, Brothers thereWhose the enemy and where?Seek with an answer clearOf politicians never fear.Cry as one, reach for that handFor the sake of hallowed land.Regardless of the faith or raceThese are but questions that we face.Fires burn and waters quenchOf giants buried in each trench,Call with heartTo God and Countrymen

That peace may rule us all again.

P N Stock 2002




Dandelion clocks

cotton candy clouds are up above
the sun beats ceaseless as with love
blue Sky's the memories drift on by
thoughts float free with every sigh.

sundials and dandelion clocks
casting longer shadows as we grew
water fountains beneath statues of the past
heart pumps ever as we flow

inhale the flowers in a breath
exhale to mark a little death
where petals long for morning dew
leaves reached for the light as did you.

summer heat in waves across the park
coax gold from chins with butter cups
beneath the arms of over hanging trees
we sat and rested weary feet.

seasons circle like cog wheels
hands move across the carriage face
wound springs from an iron key
time marked in each turn but never free.

blow memories from dandelion clocks
sundials cast shadows ever on
water fountains flowing from the past
statues standing tall unto the last
we plant a garden in our dreams
a pond collects the water from our tears.

for Di.


Myth of Sysiphus

Charged by gods to roll away the stone
What meaning sits upon their throne
In each step the span of days
Through pointless task to know their ways.

Roll, roll, roll away the stone
On mountain slope find a lonely home
Roll, roll, rolling with the stones
And at the peak find downward rolls the stone.

Why suffer ever for the heights
Absurdity our ever fated plight
Where we knot limbs to mountain scale
Yet at the summit finally fail.

Force of inertia in our bones
Brow strains with every gasp and moan
A fallen king to a thankless task
And no answers find unto the last.

Live fully in the moment as you push
Be present with revolt upon the breath
In struggle seek to find a hope
Describe the journey on the slope
The heart rises as it sings
It's rhythm soars on broken wings.

Roll, roll, roll away the stone
Heave ho, on mountain find a home
To rise to the pointless task
Take heart as the moments pass
They may have left you without right
But no way the spirit gives up the fight
Life struggles ever to be free
To find a purpose we can never see.



Hymn to isis- (writ at Byrons Lodge Seaham) LICKETYSPLIT

Where sea meets beach like a mothers kiss or a tears caress against these cheeks of land, The breath of tides that ebb and swell rough then gentle rythms of this life, Where winter melts into the arms of spring the fluid rolling hips united in shared hope, The wombs waters breaking for the first time the embrace of lovers parted for too long, New beginings sigh their prayer and cry with joys still to come whilst those passing over reach wings into the sky, Though the cliffs crack and so slowly corode still the sands speak of rocks that stood once proud, In time all things return to her and join the dance within those waves.

VENUS FLY TRAP LYRIC- Venus in fur oh havent you heard its war of the roses looking down noses bound by disease this devil to please. Venus a fly trap oh silly old me sounds hard to swallow but just wait and see they say she's a spider to pull on a fly watch out for the gym slip its man eater style. Venus in fur oh havent you heard short lived as a yorky plays Richard III a temple of tubeors for temperol tudors whith hearse to the wedding the kill to the bride. Just like Percys Mary could spin a fine line waxing quite lyric its Frying tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard put them on the map with old Queen Mab. Full of emotion the swell of her ocean with pearls to her oyster a glove in whip hand. And as Lord Byron quoth to venus in fur oh havent you heard to Seaham all dead black ball to the head, croquet on the lawn murder in rhyme for that Nursery Crime. Venus a flytrap oh cilia old me they thought her a schoolgirl but just wait and see her names realy Audrey no Woman in White a Shop Full of Horrors I bid you goodnight. Queen to the honey trap bee sting to the the hive her stockings are chainmail cold iron tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard war of the roses to Fleur Du Mal possies havent you heard they spin us a yarn respects all thats dead As Lord Byron said to venus in fur oh havent you heard youre all a disgrace all Ludites Lovelace. Dionaea Muscipula hard to digest but to dyonisus musky pullers our venus a fly trap watch out for her grip, they thought her a schoolgirl but here are her lips. Stokeing Hell Fire with demonic choirs just making the bed how wonderful is death. Venus a flytrap oh havent you heard with claws to the rip our venus death grip. Madame Tusaudes pulling two swords if venus the bride the hearse is their ride. Burned at both ends this alphas omega killing in rhyme for that nursery crime. To venus the bride we're Frying tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard looks hard to swallow but just wait and see venus a flytrap oh havent you heard.



Phreak the freak its an intelligence leak just a misnome when the highest IQs half past one. Hide and seek its worth a peek dont tell them your name till the numbers up. Phreak the freak clock that dial with a 2 tone pulse its not a splice that scrambles those eggs. said phreak to freak eyes right theyve left pushing those buttons slippers a glass so what no why when or who just gold teeth and an Enigma-tic smile. seek the leak that moles whats weak back in the 'crypt dead letter last post scrabbles on tumblers spirits through a glass. phreak the freak the moles what we seek hearts for the rubber this games not bridge crossing those naughts Vauhall Knights no defeat said kill the freak. with those tourists on the clock who's in for a shock through the eye of a needle who'd take on the beadle follow that mark kepp them in the dark. said freak the freak just switch the switch.



Its Amontilado a feather too white long stares at cold walls just a spill of red wine. lost looks empty bunks their rythm on bars bolts turning in locks eyes swimming cold blue shallow waters slow bled stomach churning call time. Electric blue lights dim smell of sparks calling them on to face the light blank look on their faces a sneer through cold smiles calling them in with a touch of the thumbs take that seat enjoy the ride calling them on heart leaping for time hands shakeing cold smiles. a bite of that leather raise amontilado cold eyes lectric blue no taste of last wine. calling them down calling them down cold rythm on bars red tear to the water a feather too white the wrist and the razor one more brick with a smile forever goodbye. calling them down calling them down just take that seat enjoy the ride Its electric blue calling them on no coins for those eyes just a spill of old wine. Its amontillado forever goodbye.


Me minja the ninja climbing over roof silent as the wind warm breath beneath a veil. me minja the ninja shadow in the dark strokeing at those curves through windows open doors. me minja the ninja casting a dark spell feeling for a pulse within that little death. me minja the ninja a life held in these hands blade before the eyes to free them from the silk artisan to the sheets painted poems on the nails clawing at the walls to face a pillows grave. me minja the ninja cherry blossom on a cheek scents of carnal knowledge the killings we have made. me minja the ninja a rose beneath a ring reminder of those dawns the dew of parted lips. me the minja to the longing in that little death poison perfume to a kiss her choice no emptiness.


Not guilty its soft and silky she said she wanted more you know that less is more she's lady shaved her legs such a very nice pair in satin and lace. going rapido with away torpedo gotta go french with a roll of that tounge slowing back down to escargo brass knockers french polish she's leaving a trail with a curl of that tounge. she's slow at coming forward from the smile on her face thats satin and lace. not guilty its smooth and silky got those frogs legs parted with such a small touch once she's down on her knees she's begging darling please such a very sweet smile as she parts those lips. do you like it all over or just a little on the side its a nice hot banger between french fries you know it aint whimpey give it extra on top. she wears a little berret red currants on top its getting kind of stickt thats those chelsea buns. Guess she's slow at coming forward when she's sat on that face its going rapido with that aft torpedo blow it away with a banger from behind. not guilty its soft and silky butter up the sides its a sandwich not a slice. not guilty its soft and silky with a smile on her face thats satin and lace.


I am the reaper I come to take your soul I'm no redeemer youre gonna fill a hole come all believers the gods die to my hand come war and thunder rage across the land. I am the reaper my name brings only strife no reasurance I come to take your life there are no gods can live beyond their time their sands are running out and soon they will be mine. I am the reaper I come to steal your breath by many names I'm known but you will call me death there are no warriors can stand against me much all true believers falter at my touch. There is a reckoning a weighing of the soul you are the ones I take to fill an empty hole my eyes can see the falling sands of time come taste my breath it is the end of the line. I bring the scythe to reap you where you stand just ears of corn from a barren land I am the reaper my name brings only strife I'm no reddemer I come to take your life. I am the reaper the harbinger of death I am the herald to your final breath I'm no believer your hopes are only lies theres no redeemer for all will come to die.


There once was a dyke with her finger aint it she knew a young fem but her fist werent in it she showed her a bow with a g string on it kept fireing love arrows thats our annachi. Annarchi they call her a bull when she gives them the eye they show her a wink she gets out her bow and sticks one in it hooked to her ring half cocked to fire with a double shot thats our dyke eye bully. Annarchi shes not just a dyke on her days off she rides her bike with a ring of that bell no end to her rythm as she rides them rough shod bunny hoping off roading. Annarchi she's not just a dyke she says shes a builder but she cant find a wife once they tare down those walls theres plenty to like she thinks shes an amazon from a past life she likes her leather when shes on the ball soaping them up an imperial lather. They call her Annarchi she shows them her fist when she is out kissed with that bow to her knees that g string fits it keeps shooting love arrows double cocked till the end thats our Annarchi. Anna Me Feesher thats her new fem for 20 sobs shell lick at that ring. Annarchi she aint just a dyke but I hear her new girlfriends just her bike. Annarchi she likes a bit once theyre down on their knees well I guess thats it.


William the conk what a nosey bonk 1066 it makes us all sick eye eye what about harold then. Then theyres the roundheads billiard balls deep in the pockets back to the table now whose nicked the chalk ever see a politician would buy a man a drink who'd worked so long that the mrs was gone european excursions or a foreign divorce for every indiscretion a back entry to account. Napoleons brandy if youre too randy could cost an arm not a leg waterloo to be sick in eye eye what about nelson then. Reviseing our history twisting our tales trying our justice turning their tricks storys theyll tell you as they write them again. Constantines armies beneath roman greavesies killed off the christians converted thats nice with a small switch buying them out thats roman service with a smile. Playing their cannon reformed in defence whose kissing that ring piece who'd mint a popes crown back to the board room its checkers not rome paying their tab now wheres the abbys white ball? Vulnerable Bede what a great deed forcing old rome down the british necks pain in the pulpit eye eye what about henry then we'll never forget playing their counter we're all for reform calling on Walsey hows thats our call. See all those foneys always courting the gold Jude rides her chunnel but who does she serve they used an armada last time we heard funny money someones fingers in her honey whose got the crown jewels whose forgiving our debts who wants old cronnies theyre only roundheads. Playing our cannon our empires no Risk bring on the troops theyre for the commons as well who wants a president at the cost of a crown eye eye what about treason then. Theyre bloody Mary saw the tower as well who wants federal europe when service to country can show you the world?


From little acorns mighty oak will come each limb will knot with wounded bark eaching riseing sun these mighty oaks from acorns come. Amongst the ferns with fingers stretched to mighty oak we bend them down limbs twist together the sap here risw come bring her on mighty oak will come. Move with the wind knot to this wood drink the waters raise the sap take you down and twist around take you over where fires leep kneel to this root turn to the bark from mighty oak the acorns come. For little acorns mighty oak will come to fight the elm and keep the forest true from mighty oak a shield will come our aim is true fight for this relm with arows yew bend to this bow that little acorns from oak will come. to the oak now lay you down to knotted limb embrace this bark the sap here riseing rooted in the earth unto the forest the oak will come. with oaken beam small splinter comes to build a scalfold to hang them from beneath our crown with oaken spears battle for each fallen tree those uprooted those that fell limbs weve broken those best forgot stamp out the wrot that no one wants joined to the earth with every fall to this body a new ring comes. From little acorns mighty oak still comes we'll stand together till the battles won each holds to truth and none bows down come to the wood and raise them up till oaken crowns support the sun. From mighty oak the acorns come and for little acorns mighty oak will come.


Hello again othello they say that love has died dancing to anothers rythm when lips have kissed goodbye. Hello again othello this jealousy inside burning fierce as napalm to blow those hearts to hell. Iago he's a friend to all this jealousy cutting at the hopes that bind those hearts to here. Hello again othello cold darknesss in these eyes a fist that breaks a mirror to cut those hearts in two. Hello again othello the darkness in these hands stabbing at the memmory long days with out warm arms. Fighting back the tears of long forgotten years the fire in thes hands to tare those lies apart, Iago he's a friend then you see that love has died held within those arms a shroud left of the veil. hello again othello a twitching of the eye the tastes of words goodbye know that love must die. They danced within these eyes warm fingers\ stroked that neck the lips now have departed those hearts no longer leap. Say goodbye othello regrets for what is lost. never oh othello oh never never more. smiles forever lost there cold fire in these eyes welcome back othello from chains that drag them down, never oh othello drowning in their fear never never oh othello love floats gently on. reflect once more othello waters whispering goodbye. never never oh othello oh never never more.


I saw two raven floating by first one said I should surely die second came close said dont forget when things were worse than they are yet we stood here once as we stood before no one thought we could win our war. The stone was hollow for a door no cave within with your hearts you swore no matter what come what may we'd see it to a better day. When knives were drawn behind your back they said you were the things you lacked they spun their words to put you down the only wreath an oaken crown. They said we'd never win this war but never forget for what you swore. The bow was drawn the sword unsheathed we prayed to meet another dawn our plans were made beside the hearth we'd feast once more on doe and hart the glass was cast into the fire our knotted limbs would never tire. Never forget for what we swore defend the meek protect the poor never bow down on foreign shore greet each sgtranger as a friend no matter what the crede or race raise your heads with hearts so proud for the spirits rythm beats there loud. They said we'd never win this war with one eye closed their tounges were forked for all the double dealings there we'd see it through they win who dare. Say your oath youll not forget in the spirit of justice for this we sware.



Soap N suds its plane to see wet and wild from the washing machine a dirty dawg for a double D bit to the bridal elastic in teeth rideing the clothes horse its plain to see theyve a strange fixation thats double D. Dirty dog so plain to see leeping those fences no fantasy a double D hat tied round his ears face full of frillies its plain to see cheap thrills to the knees thats their double D. soap n suds so plain to see good vibrations from a washing machine caught on the gate that swinger for a line cries too late as they tumble dry over the fence with a facefull of mud back to the laundry thats soap for suds. Face full of nickers plain to see that dirty skirt sniffer right down to his knees rolling around no bed of roses thorn to a finger what a little Prick a dirty dog that double D sniffer left in a pudle awaiting lock jaw. Soap n suds its plane to see dreamt of hem lifter thats our double D. For soap n suds thats double D Dirty Dawg now down on those knees.


At the sign of the skull the wolves descending for the cull rage so deadly in their eyes to strip the bad men of their lies theres it is to do or die a howel to call them with a cry blood to drip from bitter lips teeth they bare with hatred drip. At the waning of the moon the pack is called to rise there soon fear to see in blind mens eyes terror there within their cries a howel that tares the night in two they come as one do they come for you? Blood will run from off their teeth the price is life and theyre the thief. at the sign of the skull the wolves descending for the cull the moon again to run so red as their hearts on anger fed beat as one the pack will come with their deaths the deed is done Howeling there beneath dark sky the prey bad men to do or die. the lies of men the cowering flock in their eyes a curse to mock the bad man and his bitter cry for he knows one day he'll die they come for him they rage as one the pack is called it is begun there beneath the moon a skull a blood red veil theirs is the cull. There beneath a blood red moon the skull will come the time is soon from dark sky now turn your back for we take all things we lack with a cry across the night the bad men fear us in their flight the pack is called we rage as one The cull has come this howel is done.


Lickity split its a 99 are we going out tonight to wine and dine or shall we stay in and winde and grinde . Shes looking quite fit I like those bits heres an ice cream no hog and doss whilst she licks her lips if shes feeling hungry maybe we could go back to 69. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks towards those mounds maybe an eruption will come between those shivers below like a butterfly. They may say its vanilla but its butter milk gently whiped between those thighs she may say shes vegetarian but she needs more protein just open that gob for british beef. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks and in between. They may say its mad cows pull the udder one wont call her my bitch this dogs teaching new tricks heres a tip from mr whippy with a cherry on top if you know what i mean they may say its not love but then again shes my lyons maid. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks and in between.


Wheel spin drifters hunters driving wolves howeling heckles riseing engines fireing upriseing. Hawks riseing wings glideing Far see climbing updraft rideing prey circleing wind spiraling hunters howeling upriseing. Talons piercing flesh rending hearts bursting the prey the dieing fangs gripping claws ripping the game their dieing engines fireing children crying upriseing. Wolves howeling hawks riseing engines fireing upriseing. Riot squads war on earth offenders smileing massons lieing stones forgotten unmarked graves long dead gods and children crying church and state fuel the hate the wounds that bleed and mouths to feed, Wolves howeling hawks riseing engines fireing upriseing. Standing stones ancestral homes tools of metal flame war bleached skulls crushed bones burning logs and peat bogs round house moot and guns to shoot. Hawks riseing golden dawn seek the day above below the children crying our heckles riseing wolves howeling upriseing. Engines fireing dark knight rideing children crying the wolves howeling upriseing.

Back On The Road

Going back on the road you know we're never alone wherever we roam this land we were born to forevers our own. Outside on the corner we stand there alone paying those dues you know we never can loose. We stand on our feet every face that we greet we'll never bow down cos the coins that we're left here wear no beggars crown. Walking those streets they'll never defeat the sound of our heart still beating so proud. Back on our toes coming off of the ropes out from our corners we aint loosing no hope. Gonna fight till the end never leaving that ring for whatever they tell us this land we were born to forevers our own.


Miss Understanding

Miss Understanding she's their therapist, She gives a little rub with a well oiled wrist, She'll show them how to split front page personalities, When they're down on that couch she's their number one./
Miss Understood that's her alter ego, Plays the black madona to Eckharts men, Nuns down on their knees for a second coming, Their bells to that book as she blows out their candle, Detatched from loves chains in her House of Lords./
Miss Understanding, understated at the best, It's a game people play as they work up a swet, Tied to extremities, Times best left forgot, Taken to the deapths in her fantasy, depravity./
Miss Understood they share the same smile, Down in the dungeons a story of nine tales, Plays it Sheradnazeh to Arabian Knights, A dance of seven veils with her favourite strap, Whiping up a frenzy she's an Anal-Lyst./
Miss Understood beneath Understanding, When they look up her skirt old Jacob starts to dream, Take eat for this is her body, It's what they thirst for with their trembleing lips, Just Judges and Lords to her golden chalice, They leap for entertaintment facing up to those trials./
Dressing up her characters in a land best left forgot, She'll penetrate their minds, in a fantasy, depravity.


Got it all worked out for 2012 We're not just in the running we're ahead of the field. Londons set to go its gold for Seb Coe We'll win that race for 2012. Got it all worked up for 2012 You know we're on track theres only one field Its cool Britania with a royal seel All pumped up for 2012. Londons in the running so ahead of the field, We've lit that torch for 2012 The crowds are all on fire St Pauls is full of choirs Got them singing out for 2012 Lifting those flags towards palace walls Raising that torch to royal crown. Got it all worked out for 2012 Big Bens lit up with record times Theres cycling round the park Theres boxing for the dome Theyre running that marathon toward palace walls. Over tower bridge watched from Londons Eye Do be careful with the Javelin we've still got taxis for hire. Theyre not all in berrys we're all for fred perrys Stuff la Coq french is out in de john That wines sour grapes Paris has its hunchback clogging up the streets Slowest car in europe its their 2CV Did you hear about the rats theyre always playing dirty Notre Dams in the river what else can you see? Got it all worked up for 2012 theres food from every nation weve the best hotels With royal gaurds aplenty pointing sabers to the show Cannon balls are fireing decatheletes to throw, Trooping those colours in regimental dress Heres a crown for those medals weve Europes empress Queens own with starting pistols we're guning for gold. Weve got rid of mad Madrid with the toilets running dry Wheres the health and safety A load of bulls And did anyone care to mention why those children cry walking streets every night the questions why. Theyre too close to terror, theyre used to playing dirty, sure the weathers very hot but securitys too shirty They say we're european guess its athens next time. Londons in the running we're ahead of the field Raising that torch toward royal crown With regimental dress were trooping her colours Got it all worked up for 2012. Olympic glory beneath old Londons towers Its olympic grandstands for god save the queen. Got us all working out its 2012 We're all for Seb Coe hes going for gold, We've won that race for 2012.

V 4 Victory

They aint from Frankfurt, Theyre Prince Alberts Men, With a dome to the ceiling, and a bell on the end.

They fill out her hall, Hope & glories roll call, With a ring through the nose And bells on their toes.

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show, with a stroke of that harp she pulls at those hearts

F's for forgiveness or so say St Pauls, theyll have to forgive us cos courage is best

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show.

That organs so big to those little Yanks, Tourists crowd in paying their thanks

For her at the top we're harder than rock, a wink from the gargoyle and we're over the top.

She'll give em a wave from her golden coach whilst out on the pitch that whistles our hope.

Standing so tall to that golden ball, her rings not from Wagner thats prince alberts hall.

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show.

ANCRAN (for Mo)

Wether & When We Will Remember ThemThe Luck Of The Irish To Reconciliation Days.For Wether and When She will remember ThemThe Reconciled Exciles, Her DisapearedHer Pollen Of Peace, His Chapel sown seedsHis Holy Shamrock, Her fruits eternal feast.Wether and When We will remember themThe An Crann Stories, the root of Her First Tree,With Flax Crowned hair their bark upon her tearsThe Blood of Mourning, The White Godess on Her Knees.Wether and When we will remember themHer Rule Of Law to Reconciliation Days.Where Liberty Torch shines hope across the seaArched Olive Branches, Crossed high above each headHer Scale Of Judgement, their onward dance of peace.Wether and When we will remember them the Dust of Fingerprints, Their Night Of Long Knives the Rattle of cutlery draws, His Bread broke on The Mount. With Childrens laughter cross walls that none can seeThe sound of Her Harp that the poor may rest in peace.Wether and When, We will remember ThemThe Luck Of The British, To Reconciliation Days.














Where Chaos calls-
Two nightmares ride
Pale skins inscribe
Cloak and Dagger the blind
Fiery mace call sign
On Triumph those wings
The Abyss still sings
To Lucifer riseing
Seasons mysts defying.Lucifer riseing
Fair Astrea Crying
Old battles reminding
Her lucifer rideing
Pale horse to the crying
Firey Orb to upriseing
The abyss there yawns
To hell noisome spawn
No solace they fall
The man with no name
Her finest wove chain
The quickened, the dieing
For Lucifer RiseingLucifer Riseing-
Stitch in time to the binding-
Barbed kiss for hells key
The wolf neath her tree
Judge with Scorpios stings
Bone sawn through lost wings
Bloody Mary the timeing
To Lucifers Riseing
Seventh ring to that maid,
With her crimson of veil
White weddings for Cain,
Lord foul to his bain
Bold Lucifer Riseing
Stench flows with bones grinding
Caressing heart strings
One hope, to black wings.
Lucifers riseing.Lucifer Riseing
One peace in the finding
A silence to hearts
Those late to depart
Bloodied eye its next bowt
Whispered flame snuffing out
At Lucifers riseing
Stitch in time to the binding
No Grace to her maze
Drown in darkest of waves
The mesanger clear
eyes lowered their fear.
To Lucifers Riseing
No hate here disguising
Light bearer to bring
The sound of her wings.Lucifer riseing
Glass darkly reminding
Dispairs bloodiest tear
Loathing calous as fear
Barbed scourge for our whip
The guantlets raised fist
A rook from hells towers
Flanks the Earthly of Power
Her lucifer riseing
The crown to their blinding
Lucifer riseing
Bitter solace they're finding.
Cold Narcisus reminding
Drink a draught of hells finest
With Fleur du Mals scents
Of lives barely spent
The light that we shine
Cold tear as we bind
To Abaddon sent
The batton they lent
One more wish should you find us
Please to meet you,
Reminds us,
Of hails coldest flood
Vengance tears for the blood
For Lucifers Riseing
Angel Heart to upriseingThe ancient its days
These strangest of ways
A beared where they drowned him
Traitors gate waters foundling
The light raised to blind them
Leap of faith for the finding
A cypher crossed sword
To the holy of Word
Lucipher riseing.


Got a speed trap
Heart rapt
Gonna bleed em till their dry.
Got a speed trap
Death map
Gonna Ride them till their downGotta That Speed Trap
Death lab
Gotta squeeze em till they burst
Gotta speed trap
Pulse gap
Hear the laugher through each cry.its a speed trap
Heart rapt
till the satin sunset come
Thats a speed trap
Along the white line blindGot a speed trap
Clutch track
Gotta squeeze em till its dry
Its a dark night
Curved moon
Gotta race on through to dawnGot a speed trap
Death match
Taste of leather through the night
Got that snake eye
Pulse gap
Gotta roll her till the dawnGotta speed trap
Hot lap
Gonna ride her till they die
Shes a speed trap
Heart rapt
In a swets go faster stripesIts a speed trap
Heart rapt
With a pulse to burst the night.Its a speed trap
Hot sigh
Gotta pump them through the night.
Triumph over good n eviltriumph over good no eviltriumph on to good through eviltriumph beyond good n evil

EAR BASHING. G girl...

Ear bashing, show no fear bashing
It's big ears on the telee
Who'd watch them toss a welly
Now where's the ball in to the 9
Cos its Judis dinner time
Who's stick it in a sock
Where'd the stick that bigest rock?They're ear bashing, show no fear bashing
Never mind the feminists they're running out of luck
cos Eltons in his medals
The MODs lot SUCK!They're ear bashin
Cant stand ear bashings
Looks like hers in doors
Sent jenny to her chores
Whose got the bigest chopper
You know They're For The Whopper
It could be Dirty Harry
But is he old enough to marry?
Straight to the point
With a foot in the gob
They'll stick to whitest knickers
White balance on the Bob
Its ear bashing.Its no fear bashing
Who's for ear lashings?
Give that lobe a little lick
Write your name in little Flik
They're all for basil fawlty
They say it tastes too salty
But sweeps atop the block
Like a Brush fills out a sock
Its marmalade in sandwiches
Now Sootys off his box.Is Germain Greer Bashing?Did her EAR BASHING STICK YOU INSIDE THE FRIDGE?Like some old mad cows rock Now here comes a chopper to cut off someones block It's DEEFRIGIDation the ice age in a frock! Ear Bashing, Cant stand ear bashings, Bannanas on the fry, its cajun on the side, the blues are all for spanking, red nose could use a hanky , is Judi on the Punch? A dogs dinner out to lunch?They'd see us on our knees, filling Roseannes socks, they said she's off with Padington, Zippy set to rock, Ear bashing, cant stand ear bashing, ask that Basil Brush, How'd they move The Cunning Fox? 101 Ear bashing
Who's got the biggest socks...
An even bigger chopper?
That Frys still off the box
We hear they all want head
Whats that left inside the bed
Where's My Blood Valentine
The ginger beers been wed
Still UM ERS got the FIRM ONES
Ripe mellons that we're fed.Its boom boom boom
A broom under a frock
So shake a ginger beer
And squirt it in their ear
Its ride a cock horse
All jedi use the force
But once they're home in bed
They've lay 'er in their heads.Ear bashings
Dont like ear bashings
They said we're all just mupets
Who was that little puppet
Big Birds off with Ernie
The Count goes bats for 12
But once you're pushing 30
Could big ears free your Elves?
You know those under 12's
Cant stand ear bashings.

Got a mark to number
Aggregate and test
Counting down to none
They'll say it's for the best
A profiles worth a million
The ones that still Resist
Splice them on the phone line
Voice recognized, desist.Rerouted to exclusion
Examples none can miss.
Natures born to killers
Selling out for cheaper thrills.
Spin another rumor
Their strain shall not persist.
Can you hear them running,
A cog inside whose wheel
Can they catch you running
Would the feeling make it real.Do you see whose running
A slave to whose machine
Running for the zone
Running through the tears
Running out of something
Left Running out of years.
Run them round in circles
Left Run down in the streets.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win this human race.Did you hear their crying
Do you care just how it feels
And When we see it through
Gonna Take them down for real
Their only answers why,
And its you they'd leave to die.
A silver stockings whisper
The sirens say they lied
A mule for the dictation
No sense just dedication.
As they run you out of time
Survival to the fittest
Miscast by their false witness
Run right out of nothing
Running from the starting gun.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win this human race.With a sun to blind your eyes
They're running out of lies
Surf a wave that says your nothing
Your Nothing without you.
Buy another memory
Hide another year
Pretend that what they sell you
Is all it means to you.
They'll bleed you of compassion
Grind you up for fuel.
Neon mirrors for the scream
Subliminals for dreams
Dance you like a puppet
Say your nobodies fool
There's death at your heals
Gotta show them how it feels
It's due in their face.
Cos they'd run this human race.
Do you feel whose running
As your Run into the ground
An ounce of flesh to every pound
Final lap another round
do you hear your heartbeat
It's you they're gunning down
Gotta Find another breath
Cos the losers facing death
Do you want to hear their lies
Just Whose running all our lives
Running out of something
When they run out of lies.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win the human race.

Let not poor Nelly Starve
We’d take them half n half
With a zest  each segment chance
Sweet Chinas Dirty Dance
for  A  Vestral Virgins minx
Orange Molly lends her wink

She’s our pretty witty nelly
the coal yard over smelly
For 6pence an Evenings Love
 Troops the colours Lacy dove
At the feet of gods they fall.
Hers the extras curtain call.Let not poor Nelly Starve
Take those Mollies half and half
Drury lane snubbed Stellas looks
In The Battle of the Books
To pepys his poison quote
A bezoars antidotePretty Witty Nelly
Whose the armpits over smelly?
Was it they the Catholic whore
Spit roast and suckling  for
Took  swift to rump those whigs.
Would our Nelly take such pigs?
With Chelsea to the barrack
Knee trembled at the garret
Where a lapdog  lay his gut
But a stag had couched his rut.Let Not poor Nelly Starve
Blue garter, crowned Scones Start
For the Roe his glimpse of calf,
Draw the curtains half n half
What the French had done for years
She’d bow the Hind to please
With champagne to fill a bath
How could poor nelly  starve?
A lobster  to her tease
Gallant pensions for a fee.Let not poor Nelly Starve
Uncloaked  assassins desk bound scalf
Where the  pepys once inked his quill
Could a woman  play the fille?
Pray tell of fairest Hart
From her pillows   finest arts.
For pretty witty nell
A posey for that smell
Black Deaths back in again
Pudding lanes the Merry Reign Our Pritty witty Nelly
At St Martins lays her belly
The Peninsulars worth a look
 Two Chicks Prey where she shook
Chelsea alms whence flew Chafinch
Pass  Buck  Roundhead Greenwich
Not a word of Orange Mollies
For who would praise such courtly folly.Let not poor Nellys Starve
Keep them warm in finest scalves
And where that swain has shot his lot
Pray hide what Nelly got

.Kinder Gardeners

Jack Sprat could eat no fat
His wife had kept hers lean
And when she turned off all the lights
She'd use her bean machine.Little Miss muffet
Bucked roger a tuffet
Eating his curdled ways
Out fell a spider
He opened her wider
You'd never scare gipsies that way.Little Jacks corner
No dunce when he'd horner
Who'd Stick in a thumb
Passed cluedos old plum
With Angel delight
From Mr White
Whilst Cuting off ears
Eye fulled britaneys sheers
A trout with a mic
A key for the kite.They say it takes years
To shake off those fears
For Arsenic and lace
The records misplaced
They winked from a needle
Left crossed stitched spread eageled
Milked from an asp
For that golden of ass.Who'd gobble a fly?
perhaps they all lie
Or swallow a spider
To riggle inside her
Just Never say die,
It's better they lied.
Just my oh my, CBs they all tried
A convoys hardride, bonnie apes never mind.
Once their all inside she's sure to have cried.
Just never ask why, they still say she's shy.To kinder gardens
And radio days
They paddled away
For come what may
In flower beds
Where hearts were bled
To who they'd wed
Or rather see dead.
They Stand them in line
To teach them their crimes
And say they all fib
Once their out of the bibThey've a purple rose
For Pinochios nose
And billy goats gruff
A body heat snuff
With fires still a burning
The ritch say they're learning.
From sows ears to purses
The babes keep a hurting
Till the poor kids fill larders
Signed in hate, Must try harder,
When that cupboard is bare, you'll see who is fare
With a bah bah blacksheep to their savoir fare
Why that little dogs laughter
On those knees for whose father?
A Remote journeys disent,
Waltz a cowpats descent We saw them kill bambi
Heard they danced in the dandi
And how they slew babes
Just to sell them more candy.
With a hay diddle riddle
Roland rats left to fiddle
Once they've heared whats not said
All that mysteries dead
Now Where's that dish we all offered to spoon?
Lick that plate clean brains wired to their moon.

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©Y2K Mr Peter N Stock Esq.