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STUMBLING FROM SCENE TO SCENE.
The comedy of errors continues
As I stumble from scene to scene.
Mumbling half forgotten lines to total strangers in stranger than life situations.
Can’t you remember the reason you were put here?
Can’t you explain this nightmare moonlight?
Where everyone’s face looks pale and worried.
My shadow disappeared into the night of memory
And I eventually sobered up
And faced the naked truth
The man I was is dead and gone.
The man I am is all at sea.
Like a long lost Irish lover
In need of a drink on the driest of days
I fell into your broken arms and cried for mercy.
You delivered me from evil
And showed me a life without sin.
But my restless desires resurfaced in time,
And left me running back to my former self in shame.
If I could wear your clothes I would
But they just don’t fit.
Everyman has got to dress himself spiritually.
You must wear the uniform that suits your role.
I am too old to remember the day the saviour came
Maybe I was out fishing for feelings that had long since died.
Or maybe I was wrapped in somebody’s loving caring arms.
We said our hellos and then said goodbye
Before I loved you and hurt you forever.
The paradox of loving confuses me every time.
It’s a giving thing but all we ever seem to do is take.
The Gods we pray to want loving themselves
And give so little in return.
Like a long lost Irish lover I took my guitar
And sang again to the sad and lovely moon.
She shed a solitary tear and told me not to shiver.
Before too long my saviour would surely come and save me from all this sin.
But it’s the sins make me happy I said
And sang her another song.
Never build three doors in a straight line
A devil might rush through them!
I opened my doors a long, long time ago.
But to so many young people now
The power of words and books
Is a brick wall they will never attempt to climb.
They have everything at the touch of a button.
Everything comes cheap and so nothing has any value.
Virginity,self-worth, education and self-improvement
Everything you have to work and strive for is tossed aside.
It’s the want it get it now generation
Clicking on the mouse and downloading images of sleaze and greed.
I have become some kind of bitter insane preacher
With a headful of attitude and a heart full of hurt.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
But I am shouting off my mouth like a machine gun now
Blasting away every evil element that offends my ears and eyes.
Our society has become one vast valueless swamp
Full of pathetic parasites with neither brain or brawn
Milking the system and making a weaker economy weaker.
We have abandoned all trust in the gurus, imam and rabbis.
The priest, the lama and the shaman are no longer respected figures.
Footballers with six figure salaries and rap singers
With a vocabulary of f-words
These are our heroes now!
Accuse me of pride, arrogance and conceit I don’t care.
I have plundered the minds of the wisest wisemen!
I know where I stand and where I am coming from.
So many children now are imprisoned in their ignorance
And are putting another bar on their prison cell
With every passing day they waste.
Please help me to help them even if they don’t want to be helped!!!!!!!!
The comedy of errors continues
As I stumble from scene to scene.
Mumbling half forgotten lines to total strangers in stranger than life situations.
Can’t you remember the reason you were put here?
Can’t you explain this nightmare moonlight?
Where everyone’s face looks pale and worried.
My shadow disappeared into the night of memory
And I eventually sobered up
And faced the naked truth
The man I was is dead and gone.
The man I am is all at sea.
Like a long lost Irish lover
In need of a drink on the driest of days
I fell into your broken arms and cried for mercy.
You delivered me from evil
And showed me a life without sin.
But my restless desires resurfaced in time,
And left me running back to my former self in shame.
If I could wear your clothes I would
But they just don’t fit.
Everyman has got to dress himself spiritually.
You must wear the uniform that suits your role.
I am too old to remember the day the saviour came
Maybe I was out fishing for feelings that had long since died.
Or maybe I was wrapped in somebody’s loving caring arms.
We said our hellos and then said goodbye
Before I loved you and hurt you forever.
The paradox of loving confuses me every time.
It’s a giving thing but all we ever seem to do is take.
The Gods we pray to want loving themselves
And give so little in return.
Like a long lost Irish lover I took my guitar
And sang again to the sad and lovely moon.
She shed a solitary tear and told me not to shiver.
Before too long my saviour would surely come and save me from all this sin.
But it’s the sins make me happy I said
And sang her another song.
Never build three doors in a straight line
A devil might rush through them!
I opened my doors a long, long time ago.
But to so many young people now
The power of words and books
Is a brick wall they will never attempt to climb.
They have everything at the touch of a button.
Everything comes cheap and so nothing has any value.
Virginity,self-worth, education and self-improvement
Everything you have to work and strive for is tossed aside.
It’s the want it get it now generation
Clicking on the mouse and downloading images of sleaze and greed.
I have become some kind of bitter insane preacher
With a headful of attitude and a heart full of hurt.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
But I am shouting off my mouth like a machine gun now
Blasting away every evil element that offends my ears and eyes.
Our society has become one vast valueless swamp
Full of pathetic parasites with neither brain or brawn
Milking the system and making a weaker economy weaker.
We have abandoned all trust in the gurus, imam and rabbis.
The priest, the lama and the shaman are no longer respected figures.
Footballers with six figure salaries and rap singers
With a vocabulary of f-words
These are our heroes now!
Accuse me of pride, arrogance and conceit I don’t care.
I have plundered the minds of the wisest wisemen!
I know where I stand and where I am coming from.
So many children now are imprisoned in their ignorance
And are putting another bar on their prison cell
With every passing day they waste.
Please help me to help them even if they don’t want to be helped!!!!!!!!
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`THE FINANCIAL STATE OF LOVE.
On Tuesday I went to the bank
To put away my hard-earned bread.
But the interest rate is much too low
For every man to have his daily bread
Without a daily sin.
Remind me again that Love is an eternal source
Sometimes it’s hard to believe.
Too many people give smiles like bank notes.
And their Love is counted out cent by cent.
Love is like a river , it will flow forever
With pure ,clear mountain water through the veins in your heart.
Don’t dose out your kisses and your kind words
As if you were saving them up for a rainy day.
Invest your Love right now, it will come back to you with interest .
Too many people have locked every kind emotion
In a safe in some secret vault.
I wrote to the Minister of Finance
To complain about the financial state of Love.
.
On Tuesday I went to the bank
To put away my hard-earned bread.
But the interest rate is much too low
For every man to have his daily bread
Without a daily sin.
Remind me again that Love is an eternal source
Sometimes it’s hard to believe.
Too many people give smiles like bank notes.
And their Love is counted out cent by cent.
Love is like a river , it will flow forever
With pure ,clear mountain water through the veins in your heart.
Don’t dose out your kisses and your kind words
As if you were saving them up for a rainy day.
Invest your Love right now, it will come back to you with interest .
Too many people have locked every kind emotion
In a safe in some secret vault.
I wrote to the Minister of Finance
To complain about the financial state of Love.
.
OUR NEVER ENDING JOURNEY BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL!
The journey to eternity is never ending
It requires eternal love and an infinite capacity for goodness.
Pain and evil and anger and all the seven deadly sins
Are waiting at the corner of every street
To con and cajole you into taking some easy road to ruin and destruction.
But the straight way is easier on the heart and the soul.
With your eyes wide open you can walk straight on
Into the arms of truth and salvation.
Yeah sure thing sunshine but will God pay my electricity bills?
Will he prevent the bank from kicking me out of my house?
No, my friend, we have to get a lot of dirt on our hands to grab a dollar these days.
Eternity is a long way off when your only concern
Is getting through the day without making any more enemies.
You can analyse each page of every book that was ever written
You still won’t find a solution for your own particular story.
We all have our own heartaches and hang ups to heal.
Artists try to paint a picture and show us a different world
But we are far too embedded in the soil of our own thoughts
To feel the light they are trying to shed.
Is it just Money versus Morals
And Selfishness versus Selflessness battling it out until the end??
It depends on the day or the moon or the stars or our situation.
Any one but us is to blame.
Memory dictates so much of what we do and hope for.
Past disappointments or pleasures will influence every instant of our future.
My eyes are closed now but sleep and peace refuse to come.
The fires of the day are still burning in my brain
Refusing to allow the stillness of the night
To black out all worry from my over troubled mind.
And the writer took his pen and said let there be words.
And so the story began.
With no start no middle or end
The characters are too complex to sum up in one simple line
And the plot just develops as it goes along.
The only thing for sure is that whatever is said today
Will be forgotten and falsified by tomorrow.
This anarchical narrator writing the story I am trapped in
Has no plan or plot for me to develop my character in.
I drift and float from scene to scene
Posing questions that are not really questions but answers.
The harmonious heaven we all aspire to
Will only exist somewhere in our mind’s eye
Unless we can escape from the madness of the moment.
The electricity wires of doubt are tangled around your feet.
There is nowhere for you to run to and no one to catch you when you fall.
A gaunt knight from nobler times
Will not come riding into your life to shower you with warmth and romance.
Only some lying gigolo with neon eyes will try to dazzle you into a daydream.
The chaos is casting an ever increasing shadow
Across this war-strewn world we are living in
And only the stain glassed window of your memory
fills me with the courage and peace
To continue this never ending search for the truth.
The temple of literature is crumbling fast
It needs each and every one of us to lay
A piece of our soul upon its weakening foundations.
Cultural references are dying daily in our schools
As literacy levels sink to all time lows.
I pour my words like hot wax down innocent ears
But the only response I get is apathy.
Children are trapped in the deceitful mirrors of computer screens.
Pressing on keys playing games with their thumbs
Instead of developing their youthful limbs in real sport.
Mr Perfect spouting off again
Laying down his rules like a sergeant major.
Maybe I am but some one has got to take a stand
Against the hordes of ignorance flooding our streets.
My words would be like bullets flying into the heart of stupidity and hate.
There is still the faintest of traces left in the sand
Of a message that was written in a time of learning and love.
Let us learn to read it before the tide of apathy washes it away.
One word then two, then a line, a paragraph and a chapter.
Let us build up their muscles slowly until they can cope with an entire book
And then who knows a library.
Wrestle with your conscience as I wrestle with mine.
Let’s see how we can improve our sons and daughter’s awareness.
Some of them have a maturity beyond their tender years
And their eyes and ears are only too eager to learn.
Their innocent dreams must be preserved with a wall of goodness
Before the winds of wickedness wash over every thought in their heads.
Show me your cards let me show you mine
We will not gamble with each other’s feelings.
This world has already made its own rules
So let’s make ours in the secret garden of our hearts.
Somewhere there is place for lovers and losers
Somewhere there is a melody they will learn to sing.
It’s time to call a truce on this war in your heart.
Switch off all the clocks and stop running away from yourself,
There is a dormant energy within you
Awaiting to erupt and find someone to save.
The green demons of jealousy are debating with a coven of witches
As to how and when you will meet your untimely end.
The eagle of goodness circles the clear blue sky
Ready to attack any assailant that seeks to harm you.
We all have our guardian angels hiding somewhere
But in the lottery of love it’s so damned hard to find them.
Clowns perform to standing ovations from morons
Who don’t know the square root of one.
I try in vain to orchestrate the madness around me
But end up just playing my music as loud as I can
To drown out the cacophonic cries of the crowd.
The mind has its own reservoir of dark unfathomable water
Where the secrets of creation lie waiting to be revealed.
But to gain any iota of truth you need to hold your breath
And dive down through the ice cold waters of pain and suffering.
Swim past the tempting pink and lilac coral of lust and libido
And come up holding some clam like shell
That may or may not contain some pearl of wisdom.
We live and learn that’s what they say
But some of us just live and yearn
To be somewhere else out of ourselves
And our hard unholy lives and situations.
There is an antibody for every man’s sickness
You just need to find it in the mystery of natures remedies.
Sometimes the things which cost the most are the things we need the least.
And the things which are free to give
Like a smile or a helping hand
Are those we are most loathe to part with.
My squid like tentacles have wrapped themselves around your heart
And are pulling ferociously to try to bring it back
From the pitch black crypt of apathy in which it is buried.
You used to care and comfort others
And shine your light to guide their way.
Now you sit shell-shocked like some war veteran
Whose head has become a balloon full of dope and nightmare memories.
The grapes grow on the vine but they only ripen in the warmest of climes.
How can you produce fruit that is sweet
When all you receive are the cold rays from a hard economical sun
Which distributes its warmth so sparingly to each and every one of us.
The cogs of the system turn each day
And another thousand men and women are left
Broken and beaten to bloody pulp
By this uncaring society we have created.
In the absence of religion or help from any particular god or ruler
I have to content myself with the power of words
And the flashes of truth and light they bring.
Can you remember a time when the word humanity had a meaning
Before the greed and envy infected everyone’s eyes with lust and desire??
Now all we want is what we have not got
No one looks to give and care
All we do is grasp and take.
Image. Seeming not feeling.
That’s the trap we have fallen into today.
Kids with the manners of monkeys
Hopping like kangaroos from website to website in search of some sense of satisfaction
They will never find on a screen.
Fulfilment comes from within
From a place deeper than me
And my own wants and needs and pleasures.
Some of us are stuck on this chess board like pawns
That haven’t moved for three thousand years.
Some find consolation in prayer and faith.
Like a blind-fold of self-belief it blinds their eyes
To a thousand different problems.
Others pin their dreams to a team or a hero
And live by proxy through somebody’s inflated ego.
Take my pulse is my heart still beating after all these lonely years?
Half way up Jacob’s ladder with an unread bible in my hand
And a frozen kiss on frozen lips.
Drained of mercy and understanding
I follow my own rules
And ignore the valueless crowd around me.
It’s a worthless game to win anyway when drugs are required
To mask our true feelings.
Nicotine, alcohol or heroin to soften the blow
When the hard hammer falls.
Someone pull the trigger
And shoot all these sweet talking politicians
Whose only real turn on is the power they hold
To see innocent heads roll.
Marching to war in the name of Christianity or Islam.
Nothing follows logic or loving caring rules.
Technology makes living easier
But killing becomes easier too
And the very moment you were waiting for to kill him
Someone was waiting to kill you.
Show me a road that leads to somewhere
And I will take you there and beyond.
Safety and security are only momentary phases
The long term is filled with clouds and wind.
You cannot hold sun or rain in your hands
And our eyes can only see the surface of things.
So many ghosts and voices go unseen and unheard
In the twilight world where all souls meet.
Shine your love on everyone around you
You know it’s the only good thing to do.
But it’s harder to be good than bad
When the selfish thing is always first on our minds.
What you need is never really an option
When my needs are so overwhelming.
A blanket of doubt has descended on the city
And left our children lost in smoke.
Their heads have shrivelled with selfishness
And nobody speaks the same language anymore.
I will try to tune in to your wavelength
But first I must understand my own.
Intransigence and no cutting corners.
Say what you mean and mean it.
Don’t just hobble over the same old ground
Repeating the same sad truths.
New meaning is in every scene we walk into.
No angel came falling down to save my soul and bathe my feet in holy oil.
Only the whores of Babylon helped me down off my cross
And fed my starved self esteem with some much needed warmth and comfort.
I borrowed my emotions from my secular rivals
And sold them on the market place disguised as songs.
Candles burning for a saviour who refused to save anyone but sinners.
He studied the alpha and omega of love
Trying to find a way to expand the limit of words.
The magnetic pull of sin eventually caught up with his needs and melted every good intention.
The avalanche of paperwork smothers lives in a bureaucratic blur
Causing drug and alcohol disorders making people physical and psychological wrecks.
Crashing cars into the wall of their own insanity.
If only it was merely themselves they are hurting!
You can make as many thoughtful schemes as you like
Life will always create some new unsolved enigma on your table.
My memory has wrapped itself around my future
Like a boa constrictor crushing every drop of hope out of my veins.
She wore a necklace of crocodile teeth
And used seven kinds of voodoo in order to win his love.
But the short skirt Saturday girls were too numerous in the end
And his corrupt character inevitably got the better of him.
I raced with greyhounds along the shore
Trying to get myself fit enough to face the firing squad of my own faithless dreams.
The house of the rising sun is ablaze and the harlots inside are laughing with fear.
One brain cell creatures causing mayhem in schools
And every sector of society!
Are they even worth feeding???
Some would cut them up and feed them to the wolves!!
And could we really argue against it?
Surely every man has some redeeming qualities
But if God did create Man why would he manufacture such pieces of poison.
Let this my testament be read out loud if I never return from war.
Hang my lyre up in the halls where we sang
And leave my sword for my only begotten son.
The gifts I was given were wrapped in barbed wire
And I cut my hands to pieces trying to use them.
The alarm bells have been ringing since judgement day
And all I can say to you is the same thing I said last year.
You were too busy making dollars to take the time to listen.
And I was just taking the easy way out as usual.
And so the swamps of ignorance have filled the land
Leaving the locusts to eat the remaining crops of goodness.
The harvest of hate is hate!
And so I can only expect all out war
From the majority of fools I am faced with.
Don’t aggravate an aggravated artist.
His paintbrush will transform itself into a pistol
And he will use your blood for paint.
Even a pacifist like me has his head infected with images of sex and violence.
Every screen you look at is advertising the same old quick fix deal.
I pushed the play button and watched my life transform itself into some crazy computer game
Where player one can never beat player two.
It’s not about you or me or the girl next door
It’s living out life when they have tuned the screw.
And left you stuck to the floor like a piece of chewing gum
That somebody else has spat out and somebody else has walked on.
Is that how you feel too???
Why am I not surprised!
Without philosophy or religion a man has no eyes or legs.
All he can do is pollute his brain with hallucinating poppers and amphetamines.
There is a formula for true happiness the preacher said
You have to work for it every day until you are dead.
It’s a state of mind, a mood, a moment.
A magic thing that shines then doesn’t.
Then he blew his nose again and went off to use the toilet.
Have I trampled all over love’s flowers again?
Killing the blossom even in the bud.
I guess I self destruct to survive
Keeping these arrogant feet on the ground
And pushing this cold cynical head back in the clouds.
In the end others don’t hurt us we hurt ourselves by expecting them to be something they are not !
Somewhere in the sky a hand scatters the stars
And fills the clouds with rain.
It pulls each and every string of our puppet like lives
And cuts the strings when it has had enough
Of the silly spectacle on this puppet show theatre called life.
You may feel like your driving the car
By turning the wheel and putting your foot on the brakes
But really someone is pulling the road from under your wheels.
One day your world will stop turning
And your sun will go down behind a mountain
Make sure you leave a memory of goodness
Ingrained in the hearts you have loved.
Why is my tongue so slow to say the words my loved ones need to hear?
When will I find the courage to do what I have to do
And dance on the heads of those bringing me down.
Scars will heal but some wounds will fester and burn deep inside.
One man’s meat is another man’s poison
That’s what they say and they know what they mean.
But the train was late pulling into the station
And the person that had come to meet you had long since left and gone home.
Now you are standing on a deserted platform
With a suitcase full of poems that nobody wants to read.
Somewhere in the sky a hand yanks the strings
And pulls another puppet off the stage.
The plane landed on ice and was unable to come to a halt.
It continued moving to the ends of time
And reached a place the sun had never seen.
A darkness so black and impenetrable
That when the passengers descended
They couldn’t even see their hands.
Like blind-folded puppets they fumbled their way to each other’s hearts.
The rescue team were on holiday
Somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
So they never saw the flares or heard the alarm ringing out.
So many illusions of glory I once had.
Now I walk slowly in a desert of failure.
Only the sweet fruit of love has saved my weary soul.
Your eyes and skin and tender, tender ways.
So many faces with passionless eyes
Following blindly the lives they have fallen into.
Only the ice-cold river of freedom I feel in your arms
Has awoken me from the apathy of these dry, dry days.
See the wild swans flying away to somewhere better.
If we don’t follow our instincts we will surely be left stranded on some frozen lake
With no soul food or inspiration or sunshine.
Your life too now looks like a shadow of its former self.
You used up your youth before you were a child
Doing adult things with your so called friends.
Virginity and innocence are no longer part of the plan.
We have steam-rollered the decency out of our children
With violent sex-filled screens of corruption.
Their minds are like a cinema showing fifty crazy movies all at the same time.
Is it any wonder we can’t get through to them any more???
You poured oil on my wounds and bathed my mind in kisses.
Bringing morning to the darkest of nights…
I eventually found the courage to talk again.
My words were once like cruise missiles
Shattering through everything and everyone in their path.
Now I whisper only to the animals
And I try to learn from the purity and honesty of their merciless existence.
And once again I am asked what will I bring to the table?
What gifts or talents have I to offer
In the unholy scheme of things?
So many illusions of glory I once had.
Now I tread wearily across this endless desert.
To lay all my dreams at your bleeding feet.
Ask no more questions my love let us lay together in the quiet music of silence
And wait for the rains to come.
The journey to eternity is never ending
It requires eternal love and an infinite capacity for goodness.
Pain and evil and anger and all the seven deadly sins
Are waiting at the corner of every street
To con and cajole you into taking some easy road to ruin and destruction.
But the straight way is easier on the heart and the soul.
With your eyes wide open you can walk straight on
Into the arms of truth and salvation.
Yeah sure thing sunshine but will God pay my electricity bills?
Will he prevent the bank from kicking me out of my house?
No, my friend, we have to get a lot of dirt on our hands to grab a dollar these days.
Eternity is a long way off when your only concern
Is getting through the day without making any more enemies.
You can analyse each page of every book that was ever written
You still won’t find a solution for your own particular story.
We all have our own heartaches and hang ups to heal.
Artists try to paint a picture and show us a different world
But we are far too embedded in the soil of our own thoughts
To feel the light they are trying to shed.
Is it just Money versus Morals
And Selfishness versus Selflessness battling it out until the end??
It depends on the day or the moon or the stars or our situation.
Any one but us is to blame.
Memory dictates so much of what we do and hope for.
Past disappointments or pleasures will influence every instant of our future.
My eyes are closed now but sleep and peace refuse to come.
The fires of the day are still burning in my brain
Refusing to allow the stillness of the night
To black out all worry from my over troubled mind.
And the writer took his pen and said let there be words.
And so the story began.
With no start no middle or end
The characters are too complex to sum up in one simple line
And the plot just develops as it goes along.
The only thing for sure is that whatever is said today
Will be forgotten and falsified by tomorrow.
This anarchical narrator writing the story I am trapped in
Has no plan or plot for me to develop my character in.
I drift and float from scene to scene
Posing questions that are not really questions but answers.
The harmonious heaven we all aspire to
Will only exist somewhere in our mind’s eye
Unless we can escape from the madness of the moment.
The electricity wires of doubt are tangled around your feet.
There is nowhere for you to run to and no one to catch you when you fall.
A gaunt knight from nobler times
Will not come riding into your life to shower you with warmth and romance.
Only some lying gigolo with neon eyes will try to dazzle you into a daydream.
The chaos is casting an ever increasing shadow
Across this war-strewn world we are living in
And only the stain glassed window of your memory
fills me with the courage and peace
To continue this never ending search for the truth.
The temple of literature is crumbling fast
It needs each and every one of us to lay
A piece of our soul upon its weakening foundations.
Cultural references are dying daily in our schools
As literacy levels sink to all time lows.
I pour my words like hot wax down innocent ears
But the only response I get is apathy.
Children are trapped in the deceitful mirrors of computer screens.
Pressing on keys playing games with their thumbs
Instead of developing their youthful limbs in real sport.
Mr Perfect spouting off again
Laying down his rules like a sergeant major.
Maybe I am but some one has got to take a stand
Against the hordes of ignorance flooding our streets.
My words would be like bullets flying into the heart of stupidity and hate.
There is still the faintest of traces left in the sand
Of a message that was written in a time of learning and love.
Let us learn to read it before the tide of apathy washes it away.
One word then two, then a line, a paragraph and a chapter.
Let us build up their muscles slowly until they can cope with an entire book
And then who knows a library.
Wrestle with your conscience as I wrestle with mine.
Let’s see how we can improve our sons and daughter’s awareness.
Some of them have a maturity beyond their tender years
And their eyes and ears are only too eager to learn.
Their innocent dreams must be preserved with a wall of goodness
Before the winds of wickedness wash over every thought in their heads.
Show me your cards let me show you mine
We will not gamble with each other’s feelings.
This world has already made its own rules
So let’s make ours in the secret garden of our hearts.
Somewhere there is place for lovers and losers
Somewhere there is a melody they will learn to sing.
It’s time to call a truce on this war in your heart.
Switch off all the clocks and stop running away from yourself,
There is a dormant energy within you
Awaiting to erupt and find someone to save.
The green demons of jealousy are debating with a coven of witches
As to how and when you will meet your untimely end.
The eagle of goodness circles the clear blue sky
Ready to attack any assailant that seeks to harm you.
We all have our guardian angels hiding somewhere
But in the lottery of love it’s so damned hard to find them.
Clowns perform to standing ovations from morons
Who don’t know the square root of one.
I try in vain to orchestrate the madness around me
But end up just playing my music as loud as I can
To drown out the cacophonic cries of the crowd.
The mind has its own reservoir of dark unfathomable water
Where the secrets of creation lie waiting to be revealed.
But to gain any iota of truth you need to hold your breath
And dive down through the ice cold waters of pain and suffering.
Swim past the tempting pink and lilac coral of lust and libido
And come up holding some clam like shell
That may or may not contain some pearl of wisdom.
We live and learn that’s what they say
But some of us just live and yearn
To be somewhere else out of ourselves
And our hard unholy lives and situations.
There is an antibody for every man’s sickness
You just need to find it in the mystery of natures remedies.
Sometimes the things which cost the most are the things we need the least.
And the things which are free to give
Like a smile or a helping hand
Are those we are most loathe to part with.
My squid like tentacles have wrapped themselves around your heart
And are pulling ferociously to try to bring it back
From the pitch black crypt of apathy in which it is buried.
You used to care and comfort others
And shine your light to guide their way.
Now you sit shell-shocked like some war veteran
Whose head has become a balloon full of dope and nightmare memories.
The grapes grow on the vine but they only ripen in the warmest of climes.
How can you produce fruit that is sweet
When all you receive are the cold rays from a hard economical sun
Which distributes its warmth so sparingly to each and every one of us.
The cogs of the system turn each day
And another thousand men and women are left
Broken and beaten to bloody pulp
By this uncaring society we have created.
In the absence of religion or help from any particular god or ruler
I have to content myself with the power of words
And the flashes of truth and light they bring.
Can you remember a time when the word humanity had a meaning
Before the greed and envy infected everyone’s eyes with lust and desire??
Now all we want is what we have not got
No one looks to give and care
All we do is grasp and take.
Image. Seeming not feeling.
That’s the trap we have fallen into today.
Kids with the manners of monkeys
Hopping like kangaroos from website to website in search of some sense of satisfaction
They will never find on a screen.
Fulfilment comes from within
From a place deeper than me
And my own wants and needs and pleasures.
Some of us are stuck on this chess board like pawns
That haven’t moved for three thousand years.
Some find consolation in prayer and faith.
Like a blind-fold of self-belief it blinds their eyes
To a thousand different problems.
Others pin their dreams to a team or a hero
And live by proxy through somebody’s inflated ego.
Take my pulse is my heart still beating after all these lonely years?
Half way up Jacob’s ladder with an unread bible in my hand
And a frozen kiss on frozen lips.
Drained of mercy and understanding
I follow my own rules
And ignore the valueless crowd around me.
It’s a worthless game to win anyway when drugs are required
To mask our true feelings.
Nicotine, alcohol or heroin to soften the blow
When the hard hammer falls.
Someone pull the trigger
And shoot all these sweet talking politicians
Whose only real turn on is the power they hold
To see innocent heads roll.
Marching to war in the name of Christianity or Islam.
Nothing follows logic or loving caring rules.
Technology makes living easier
But killing becomes easier too
And the very moment you were waiting for to kill him
Someone was waiting to kill you.
Show me a road that leads to somewhere
And I will take you there and beyond.
Safety and security are only momentary phases
The long term is filled with clouds and wind.
You cannot hold sun or rain in your hands
And our eyes can only see the surface of things.
So many ghosts and voices go unseen and unheard
In the twilight world where all souls meet.
Shine your love on everyone around you
You know it’s the only good thing to do.
But it’s harder to be good than bad
When the selfish thing is always first on our minds.
What you need is never really an option
When my needs are so overwhelming.
A blanket of doubt has descended on the city
And left our children lost in smoke.
Their heads have shrivelled with selfishness
And nobody speaks the same language anymore.
I will try to tune in to your wavelength
But first I must understand my own.
Intransigence and no cutting corners.
Say what you mean and mean it.
Don’t just hobble over the same old ground
Repeating the same sad truths.
New meaning is in every scene we walk into.
No angel came falling down to save my soul and bathe my feet in holy oil.
Only the whores of Babylon helped me down off my cross
And fed my starved self esteem with some much needed warmth and comfort.
I borrowed my emotions from my secular rivals
And sold them on the market place disguised as songs.
Candles burning for a saviour who refused to save anyone but sinners.
He studied the alpha and omega of love
Trying to find a way to expand the limit of words.
The magnetic pull of sin eventually caught up with his needs and melted every good intention.
The avalanche of paperwork smothers lives in a bureaucratic blur
Causing drug and alcohol disorders making people physical and psychological wrecks.
Crashing cars into the wall of their own insanity.
If only it was merely themselves they are hurting!
You can make as many thoughtful schemes as you like
Life will always create some new unsolved enigma on your table.
My memory has wrapped itself around my future
Like a boa constrictor crushing every drop of hope out of my veins.
She wore a necklace of crocodile teeth
And used seven kinds of voodoo in order to win his love.
But the short skirt Saturday girls were too numerous in the end
And his corrupt character inevitably got the better of him.
I raced with greyhounds along the shore
Trying to get myself fit enough to face the firing squad of my own faithless dreams.
The house of the rising sun is ablaze and the harlots inside are laughing with fear.
One brain cell creatures causing mayhem in schools
And every sector of society!
Are they even worth feeding???
Some would cut them up and feed them to the wolves!!
And could we really argue against it?
Surely every man has some redeeming qualities
But if God did create Man why would he manufacture such pieces of poison.
Let this my testament be read out loud if I never return from war.
Hang my lyre up in the halls where we sang
And leave my sword for my only begotten son.
The gifts I was given were wrapped in barbed wire
And I cut my hands to pieces trying to use them.
The alarm bells have been ringing since judgement day
And all I can say to you is the same thing I said last year.
You were too busy making dollars to take the time to listen.
And I was just taking the easy way out as usual.
And so the swamps of ignorance have filled the land
Leaving the locusts to eat the remaining crops of goodness.
The harvest of hate is hate!
And so I can only expect all out war
From the majority of fools I am faced with.
Don’t aggravate an aggravated artist.
His paintbrush will transform itself into a pistol
And he will use your blood for paint.
Even a pacifist like me has his head infected with images of sex and violence.
Every screen you look at is advertising the same old quick fix deal.
I pushed the play button and watched my life transform itself into some crazy computer game
Where player one can never beat player two.
It’s not about you or me or the girl next door
It’s living out life when they have tuned the screw.
And left you stuck to the floor like a piece of chewing gum
That somebody else has spat out and somebody else has walked on.
Is that how you feel too???
Why am I not surprised!
Without philosophy or religion a man has no eyes or legs.
All he can do is pollute his brain with hallucinating poppers and amphetamines.
There is a formula for true happiness the preacher said
You have to work for it every day until you are dead.
It’s a state of mind, a mood, a moment.
A magic thing that shines then doesn’t.
Then he blew his nose again and went off to use the toilet.
Have I trampled all over love’s flowers again?
Killing the blossom even in the bud.
I guess I self destruct to survive
Keeping these arrogant feet on the ground
And pushing this cold cynical head back in the clouds.
In the end others don’t hurt us we hurt ourselves by expecting them to be something they are not !
Somewhere in the sky a hand scatters the stars
And fills the clouds with rain.
It pulls each and every string of our puppet like lives
And cuts the strings when it has had enough
Of the silly spectacle on this puppet show theatre called life.
You may feel like your driving the car
By turning the wheel and putting your foot on the brakes
But really someone is pulling the road from under your wheels.
One day your world will stop turning
And your sun will go down behind a mountain
Make sure you leave a memory of goodness
Ingrained in the hearts you have loved.
Why is my tongue so slow to say the words my loved ones need to hear?
When will I find the courage to do what I have to do
And dance on the heads of those bringing me down.
Scars will heal but some wounds will fester and burn deep inside.
One man’s meat is another man’s poison
That’s what they say and they know what they mean.
But the train was late pulling into the station
And the person that had come to meet you had long since left and gone home.
Now you are standing on a deserted platform
With a suitcase full of poems that nobody wants to read.
Somewhere in the sky a hand yanks the strings
And pulls another puppet off the stage.
The plane landed on ice and was unable to come to a halt.
It continued moving to the ends of time
And reached a place the sun had never seen.
A darkness so black and impenetrable
That when the passengers descended
They couldn’t even see their hands.
Like blind-folded puppets they fumbled their way to each other’s hearts.
The rescue team were on holiday
Somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
So they never saw the flares or heard the alarm ringing out.
So many illusions of glory I once had.
Now I walk slowly in a desert of failure.
Only the sweet fruit of love has saved my weary soul.
Your eyes and skin and tender, tender ways.
So many faces with passionless eyes
Following blindly the lives they have fallen into.
Only the ice-cold river of freedom I feel in your arms
Has awoken me from the apathy of these dry, dry days.
See the wild swans flying away to somewhere better.
If we don’t follow our instincts we will surely be left stranded on some frozen lake
With no soul food or inspiration or sunshine.
Your life too now looks like a shadow of its former self.
You used up your youth before you were a child
Doing adult things with your so called friends.
Virginity and innocence are no longer part of the plan.
We have steam-rollered the decency out of our children
With violent sex-filled screens of corruption.
Their minds are like a cinema showing fifty crazy movies all at the same time.
Is it any wonder we can’t get through to them any more???
You poured oil on my wounds and bathed my mind in kisses.
Bringing morning to the darkest of nights…
I eventually found the courage to talk again.
My words were once like cruise missiles
Shattering through everything and everyone in their path.
Now I whisper only to the animals
And I try to learn from the purity and honesty of their merciless existence.
And once again I am asked what will I bring to the table?
What gifts or talents have I to offer
In the unholy scheme of things?
So many illusions of glory I once had.
Now I tread wearily across this endless desert.
To lay all my dreams at your bleeding feet.
Ask no more questions my love let us lay together in the quiet music of silence
And wait for the rains to come.
