Anchored In Seats

I am anchored in my seat 
Sweat runs through my glands 
For the battles, we are assigned to 


To deal with, on allocation, on life
Destiny's reflections, demands I take my share 
Of the weight and sweat it out 


The rest of the world thus the same 
And everyone comes in, to pick up tools
Wake the morning, to clock in work cards 


Lined like chickens, in farms
Industrial in categories, battery
Of predicaments faced, order pickings 

Forced on or by choices made 
Stood in subconsciousness of uniformity 
If only we shared stories to know 


Too much weight for that, time spent
Sympathy will only slow us down
Productivity on targets to be achieved 


On factory floors,  on thread-miles of life
Each to his own, departmental codes
Obstacles assigned to


I am anchored in my seat 
Like its nobody's business 
You don't have to know


You don't have to know, my child
Where I slept the night 
If  I slept the night, or sat with worry  

After I finished my shift in day light 
To be granted a rest bite
If I slept the night 


Others pick up tools, on their turn
Pick up from where they left off 
Anchored in seats 


Departmental codes 
Predicaments of obstacles assigned 
To be anchored in seats of life 


Slowly breaking chains
You don't have to know 
You don't have to know my child 

I am at War

If man had all and wanted none
Would the world know peace 
Or "yawn" on bordom 

Is war, peace and perfect 
All not made of the same concept 
Of falseness in it pure form, as absolute 

Can their meaning in deed ever exist 
Or will "dull "(ness) be the end result
Watching paint dry

For in war alliance are formed 
And in peace compromises are reached 
On strategy or desire, interchanging

Which always tips the balance of scale
To one party's favour over the other in equilibrum
As nature sees fit, like t' mount of grain on breeze 

Is our infinite "race " thirst  for satisfaction
Then not the only aspect of our lives
That can be considered perfect 

In infinite state of hunger and need
That it remains perpetual in perfect form 
Forming our greatest strength 

Is our greatest strength, of raw indulgence   
Not married to our greatest weakness 
The very definition of  being human 

Yet life is not as simple as that 
As we are, again gifted with  mystery 
And beyond what rational can justify 

Our selfishness made to crave companion 
Of recognition which in it self 
Staying in perfect perpetual form of need 

To belong , love, hate, religion, jealousy 
Feeding back into satisfaction 
Like in run race around circles nonstop

I did not set out to make sense of the world
I am too simple for that but only to prove its chaos 
Each feeding into the other, in constant  

In a perpetual need of continuation 
To help define us as human
Perfect in human form of continues need 

Being at war in peace 
Being at peace in war 
If man had all and wanted known 

Signed Treaty

Today we sit, stand a' shake hands, on symbols  
We smile to t' crowd, as great men a' women
We sign peace treaties, on politics, on life, in social   


We swear on oath, 
Our pledge to stand 
And for my honour 


Let me be held by my words
Let my actions follow my words this day
Like rains on fertile lands not deserted 


Let me be tested for my honour 
Yes by my honour my integrity 
Let me be a man defined as just 


For on this day 
I ask for my word to be on act, with trust
And be defined on gentlemen's honour  


Let me stand by my word 
Not like the preacher who preaches
Without acts to follow, let me be by my word..

The Basic Rule

Fly like a butterfly
Sting like a bee, be that it may be 
Camouflage, don't let them see you coming
Now for the impact, too late, got you, ha ha ha ha ha


Life always feels like we owe one back   
And happiness and fairness is just time out   
Like an hour of lunch in between hustle  
Before diving deep into oceans blue, beyond hostile line   


Fairness is religion, in that it is not    
As  thus built on Utopia   
But on earth glass do shatter  
And relationships are awkward   


Daily politics solder understanding   
With compromise if only temporary  
Lets agree to disagree, on status quo   
Letting sleeping dogs lie "and the rest"   


So then we owe one back   
On necessary evil, to keep the peace   
He got as this far, we have an understanding  
This is just how the rules work     


No one is perfect, hidden skeletons in closets     
Some are just recognisable by sway   
More efficient in polishing silver  
Then suddenly what they say matters 


Their words are gospel, hallelujah     
But do not test the subject on substance     
Like I said glass do shutter, "the laws of physics"       
When earth's gravity is called to play     


So who comes out to play in Serengeti
Like the next door neighbour's child lost 
And charity of the home he comes from 
Conflicts our stand, we owe one back on compromise 


But fairness is lost, on self interest  
On whose idea it was to find 
A balance playing field  
When survival of the fittest 
With step over is the basic rule

Battle For Souls

How many wars has been fought..

In t' name of  peace..
In t' name of peace, for peace be it..
A blood is poured ..

How many peace, has been lost..

In t' name of war...

How many more would come to be...

What difference in day lights, has been made ..

In t' corridors of, t' dancing guns....

Where bravado had his day in t sun..

And every war is a hell,..
In nightmare unending, in this realm..
For t' innocent one's tied in, ..
In vivid dreams of  reality now..

In t' name of war a' peace..

In this dance a son is lost, a life is lost..

A mother her soul, with hearts thorn..

And haunted are the scars..

For the hearts that lives on ..

In t' name of war a' peace..

In t' corridors of t' dancing guns..

For what was gained,..
In loosing hearts;..
No one came back the same ..
As man, after war..