Archive for November, 2010

All that you were

I close my eyes in remembrance

Of those things that were done to you

Not seen are lost images and notions

Of what was and was not true

Felt are the inner emotions

That nearly tore in two

All that you were

And what you wanted to do

I close my eyes in remembrance

For it is only then that I know you


That fear that comes with weakness

Acceptance of vulnerability

Of knowing the distance

Is going to be something impossible

To see

Lost in the depths of the minds


Wanting for another place to be

That fear that comes with weakness

Of not wanting to be

All that is imagined

All that could possibly be

Somehow lost in the wonders

Of what others think they do see

That fear that comes with weakness

And which you place on me

Do you not see the same image

As the one that I see

When it’s reflected in the eyes

Of innocence another child

Wanting to be

That fear that comes with weakness



It’s funny….

Its funny how strangers

Can help us and show a

Direction to grow

Its funny how are loved

Ones really have nothing

To show

Restricted in our enclaves

We think we know it all

Run home after ruining

Lives and in our castles

We stand tall

Why are only children

Able to tell the truth

What is it as adults that

We somehow lost in youth

Heard are many whispers as

Things that are for real

Ask such things loudly and

From you others conceal

Its funny how strangers

Can lend a helping hand

While our blood relations

Would coldly there just



One of a kind…

I hold my arms open

For your warm embrace

Closed are my illusions

Once taken in haste

Felt are the emotions

That stir within my mind

Found are the notions of

One of a kind

I hold my arms open

For your warm embrace


Such things that dreams

Are made of that wake

Us in the night

Hot cold clammy skin

Sometimes filled with fright

Such things that dreams

Are made of that we often

Cannot tell

Until the point of waking

If we are in heaven or in hell

Such things that make us realise

That live we might as well

Such things that dreams

Are made of


Hush now…!

Hush now with all this incantering at me

Can you not see you are defining me

Quietness of mind I so do require

Solace consideration of the soul to


Hush now with all this chitting and chat

No real converse only showing me that

You want to be seen for all that you are

Be careful and consider that you reveal

Those scares

Of life and love and where you have been

For is not words spoken once reflected of


Hush now let your mind be at rest

For to take part in some is to be

Like the rest

Hush now


I find this very disturbing. Reporters meeting these guys in derelict buildings reminds me of some of the right wing activist in Europe whom train and organise their groups in such places not wanting to draw attention to themselves and being in a no mans land. This county has not seen this kind of violence on the streets since back in the day when I amongst others used to go and confront the NF on a regular basis upon the streets and markets of mainly south London. But it is of our own making. For far too long we have sat back and allowed a government to undermine the stability of this county by allowing cheap labour to filter into the country and thus putting Britons out of work and a decent standard of living. Am I a racist, far from it but the attractive thing is that they do have a point. Born and bred here I would be one of the first to tell you straight that there aint no black in the union jack but when push comes to shove the ignorance and predictability of the white working class instigated by those whom have the ability and power to do so make no distinction about where I was born or whether or not I am a Muslim for colour is all they can or want to see and I am saddened to say that it will only get worse a hell of a lot worse….




I saw a beauty pass me by

Closed my eyes for it was not

For I

Every sense could feel her soul

Turned around and watched her


Felt her stair as I walked away

Passed her again just yesterday

Pretended not to see or feel

Her gaze

What a lovely glow the kind that

Does amaze

I saw a beauty pass me by

Looked up to the heavens and wondered


So many things were explained to me

And how it is that the soul I do see

I saw a beauty pass me by


Death welcomed me with her open arms

Held me tightly with all her charms

Made me feel safe from life’s turmoil

Treated me right and with love did spoil

Kissed me warmly with her loving embrace

Reassured me of her coldness just in case

Death welcomed me with her open arms

I left behind all my worldly garm’s

And followed her eagerly to her places of abode

Upon her chariot I proudly rode

For she showed me compassion and gave me rest

How I gladly leave behind my life and the rest

Death welcomed me with her open arms

If you find yourself with twenty minutes to spare watch this guy…. his evaluation of the capitalist system and its development in the east as proposed by China Japan and the like identify where it is that capitalism has developed to. Take into consideration the recent government endorsement of business within the east and its attempts to become engrossed within this as both a government and private business (government in another guise) and you will see the inevitable failure of states to be able to provide for the masses in the future… I found this guys evaluation of capitalism and it’s growth excellent in that it was taken away from the individual ideology as in this or that person or company was greedy and placed firmly where it belonged in that it is capitalism itself that is a self sustaining destructive force that has no other interest than the pursuit of profits regardless of the cost… totally different view of our system of things and something that I have not seen on British tv but that’s really not surprising as he had nothing to sell and was not wearing a monkey suite to be re-elected next year…. by the time we wake up to the destructiveness of our capitalist way of living the have not’s will have no say… time well invested….!





There is a silence in the world

Pain in reflection without a

Spoken word

Lost are those whom had

Found their way

Confused in illusions with

Nothing to say

There is a silence in the world

Missing are things that used to


All is normal in the minds eye

And view

Nothing is different

All seeking something to do

There is a silence in the world

And my ears are bleeding for

Those things that I have heard


I’ll cut my heart into

Tiny pieces so that I

Can give it away

One for my lover and

Friend and another for

The one who will always


I’ll save a piece for the

Children that are not

With us here today

I post a bit to distant

Lands and see what

It comes back to say

I’ll throw a bit in the

Ocean for it has long

Beckoned to me

I’ll plant a bit in the

Field so that every

Day I can see it growing

Stronger and wave as

I go by

I’ll catch a bird on its

Migration and let it

Take a bit to the sky

I’ll cut my heart into

Tiny pieces but I know

It will not be goodbye



I wake with that desire for life

Forgetful of the previous day

And those things defined as


I wake with that light shining


Blinded by desire and passions

To do those things that are right

I wake and know that everything

Is going to be alright

I wake


Back again…. ;o

Where can I go to get a break from myself if not into madness…. thus in feeling that I am me once again I ask the question where have I been and how was it that I did not notice that I was gone… little indications of my haunted self gave indications of the directions upon which I was going and reminded me that those places I do not like to go are visited far too often…. my mind does sleep without warning and it is only when once again it is awake that I realise that it had in fact been missing for a while and now I must consider my actions when it was gone… Ouch….

A day of remembrance for those who have died in the wars and did so willingly… but what of those who were not in the forces and had no choice in being bombed killed or maimed during these confrontations. Personally I think it’s crap and have stopped supporting the poppy appeal. If you join the forces it means you are willing to kill and be killed so tuff if you die you deserve too as you were just as willing to take a life as lose your own……


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