Archive for February, 2012


Am I

Is it possible that I have stopped feeling, that I do not care about the plight of the rest of the world… am I suffering from mental exhaustion as a result of my observations that so many would walk on by as others die and in fact intentionally not lift that finger or hand to assist another… was humanity merely an empty illusion that existed in my head only and thus reality has knocked the stuffing out of my writing ;s … if I was a writer I would say writers block… but I am not just another expressionist and thus am I just blocked of expressionism or have I just given up on trying to communicate with your dead and buried souls….!

so I can write….!

I’m not usually a tv watcher but over the last week or so I have watched quite a bit of news catching up on what’s going on around the world and it’s totally bloody depressing. Totally lost motivation for writing poems and the like what a bloody world we live in ;s. Come and tell me some good news or something positive so I can write….!

Children dying

As I watch the world
Crumble and fall within
My dreams the closeness
To reality is more comfortable
Than at first seems for the darkness
Of night has fallen and no longer am I
Afraid of the coming Dawn for it is too
Late mistakes have been made not for
My sake where ransoms paid to the
Unknown not for my sake where
Babies unborn nor the shedding
Of tears by those parents
With ears filled with
The sound of their
Children dying

Little by little chipping away

Why does the world look the

Other way the answers in self

I’m afraid to say for forty odd

Years I did not say

Little by little chipping away

Come now you people look

My way and see with your

Eyes open for if only we had

All spoken out when things

Did make us want to shout

That is just not fair

Little by little chipping away

A window in to men’s souls

Is that to clarify that they

Are whole what is the question

Of religion upon what is it

Based and what will be the

Decision that the government

Makes was it necessary or

Was it a mistake to put it in

The census what was it that

They wanted to capture us

With such misleading things

As religion brings that question

Is now in the public space is

Religion necessary is it the case

That representatives are able

To bring to government meetings

That one missing thing a love

For and of man or is it merely

Justification for standing up

High morally and saying to others

This is the way to be imaginary

Friends has this not gone out

Of trend for in any other instant

Such things would be crime and

You and I would be put away

For talking to one each and every

Day that cannot be seen

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-17021831

Half way down the page is an interesting little conversation off the radio….!

How can it be in a society

Where democracy and children

Run free where stories are

Told that somehow should

Be old and never seen again

Of children going hungry

Of not eating for days with

The family all going through

The same hell how can it be

That these stories are not

The one’s they sell on the

Front page who says what

Is to be news who is it that

Will choose that we know

Not of misery for I say let

Their children eat rats too

And we’ll change the news

To be

http://news.bbc.co.uk/panorama/hi/front_page/newsid_9695000/9695217.stm

How quickly that notion of
Mortality does run head on
Looking confrontation when
Deaths head rises like the
Sun blotting out all before
It making one blind to all
Else to be seen not able to
Distinguish colour or what’s
In front let alone where ones
Been for death has a way
Of confusing us almost as
If trying to amuse us when
It acts indiscriminately for
None can say who’s next or
That there is some kind of
Test for us to be taken selectively
How quickly that concept
Runs from all sensibility

That coldness that moves so
Quickly chasing the last heartbeat
Deep down into the body as
If so doing could be found that
Magic spark of life before it
Is extinguished and seeps into
Air or ground to once again
Be part of the universe back
To where it was found long
Before it’s birth and introduction
To earth and elements that
Gave it physicality back to
That coldest place there could
Ever be back to not knowing
But being able to see the love
Of a sunrise or warm summer
Breeze on a September night
Or the crashing of the wave
Just as spay and sound are made
Showing it can behave if it
Wants to
That coldness that moves so
Quickly is coming next for you

To see death creep into
The eyes leaves no misgiving
That once you’ve let the
Living there are no more
Cries no more goodbyes no
Longer need of giving or
Receiving spiritually for
All slowly seeps away and
What is not seen is felt
In a way that goes beyond
Mere words or whispered
Sounds or being disturbed it
Is such an emotion as to
Make one choke and gasp
For air less we not breath
And somehow be conceived
As also not being there in
Reality and the land of the
Dead too dragged to be for
Ever more for to see death
Creep is to know down deep
That life be desired even more

Its easy to be nice for an
Hour or two and pretend
That to the other your true
For a day or maybe a week
But tell me who do you know
That has walked the distance
They speak with time passing
Have their judgements been
Lasting that ultimate test of
Time and reality and the way
It has the ability to change
Ones point of view
Its easy to be nice for an
Instant but it’s the lifetime
That will be remembered and
How you will be seen it is those
Things that will pass reality
And slowly creep to dream

Write or listen to thee

Sometimes I don’t answer the phone

When I’m listening to my music or

Want to be alone at others I am kinda

Prone to watch it as I go past thinking

Why have you not phoned me blast

Oh blast oh blast

Sometimes I don’t answer the door

Postman knocks the dog barks more

I carn’t be assed to get off the floor

And move from my ps3 and then

Finally I move and there on the floor

I see a note to say you called

Sometimes I don’t read my email it

Would take too long to go in to detail

Of what is written of expected of me

I carn’t find my reading glasses you see

And then when I’m catching up at night

I see your message about the fight

And how you feel guilty

Sometimes I carn’t be assed to speak

Write or listen to thee

No longer can death come

In peach for news of it will

No doubt reach those ears

And eyes of the world all

Those secrets waiting to

Be heard

No longer can death come

Alone for now it brings reason

To moan for the living and those

Left behind for their dear loved

Ones all things will we found

Out now that they are gone

Lost is respect for the enduring

Songs sung to bring us comfort

And joy forgotten are girl and

Boy who one day fell in love

No longer can death come

To an end from this is just

A beginning

Can you hear me god I’m ringing

The bell look out your window

The worlds gone to hell visions

Distorted they must be for through

That window you cannot see

What is going on round the corner

Under the windowsill children

Abused children who kill you

Need to step out give a shout

Let them know you are at home

For they seem to have lost

Fear of thee and started to rebel

Can you hear me god I’m knocking

Again the world has got worse

And is now insane religion blasphemes

Your name and supports the devils

Political frame for bringing about

Destruction in the guise of corruption

But it all amounts to the same

Mothers and children crying in

Pain as fathers do die and those

Able refrain from bringing about

A thanks giving

Can you hear me god I’m kicking

The door for can you be home

I’m not really sure for surely

You would be disturbed by the

Noise of this dying world as

All call out for justice in the

Face of what must be disgusting

To thee do you not hear me

Ringing knocking kicking out

My plea

Why am I separated from my

Mother my sister my brother

My cousins and all they could

Be is it that I am Christian and

They are Muslim chose to be

How can it be that the differences

We see when it’s blood that

Is spilt on the streets no one

To defend and governments

Pretend that this is how things

Should be how can I see the

Dying and say it does not

Bother me how can I see

A mothers tears and say

I still see clearly for are

We not the same does

Not my mother feel pain

In birth when to this earth

I did bring my frame of mind

And humility for such things

Are not right to me religion

Needs to be banned for its

People that I would stand

As none deserves such misery

As I do see and fully understand

For democracy and stupidity

Are walking hand in hand if

I did not drive that car there

Would be no blood upon the sand

Seeking oil making some royal

And yet others to disband from

Their place of birth so we can

Dig the earth and steal her riches

And have mass graves and ditches

For those unable to understand

That the price for freedom and

Democracy is to be blind and withhold

That hand that could save thee

A husband a child a mother a wife

In reality I’m slowly loosing

My mind for I look and just

Cannot find that spark of

Inspiration necessary to

Maintain my sanity for all

About me are dying and

Its so hard to see the good

In the people that used to

Be part and parcel of that

Thing we did call community

In reality I’m slowly loosing

Hope of ever being part of

That eternal scope of wisdom

And prosperity what has

Happened to those things

I did see in my childhood

For it would seem now that

We have days without nights

No time for resting no chance

Of avoiding the fight for what

Is deemed wrong and what

Is deemed right

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