My Favourite Spot

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

A chair, a sofa, a place to rest  
A place to rest, from voyage path 
A place, I like, I call my spot, my comfy rest    


A place before the tv set  
A place I sit, to overlook my abode 
A place sat, in a place called home  


Home sat in, home to be, on a sofa 
A place to cuddle, to hold, to love 
A place to share, a story I know 


Now who went a' called out the removal van
She packed my sofa, without my knowledge  
A' placed it under a bridge, on voyage's path 


She called it art, contemporary and modern   
A place where I sit, my place I love 
A place where I sit, to rest my mind 


Put it back! my favourite spot 
Damn you, put it back, no not at the Tate  
Back I say, to my favourite spot 

On Road Maps

I travelled a thousand miles to distant lands 

I heard it held treasures  

To fill the bankers vault 

That lure of the Wild West, the good life  

Daring, romantic and tragedy 

With such power of seduction 

I became a cow boy and travelled far 

Only to find out, paradise is sat between 

Genesis and odyssey, threading the needles eye  

I missed my stop, stop driver, oh how so blind can one be 

To lack the sense of direction, redundant maps 

To be made prodigal, void of navigation

The birds and dolphins, penguins 

Follow such routes, made absent to man

But then one can be excused

My glasses I wear sits on my noise

To support my failing sight, some times 

The inside looks more dirty a' murky than it is worth

I am long sighted, 

So by default, by far I see from a distance or is it nearer 

My vision 20-20 sends conflicting ideologies

Each to its own, 

Owing to be a master of me and I of life

I am worth more, I demand more

And for more in obstacles I find to deal with

 Cliché of Rome, the London bridge stands 

It wasn't built in a day, the Eiffel tower 

And this is to be bigger than Rome

So saddle up cow boy, two stops away from destination 

Attempts at threading needles, bonzia, bingo 


Lets go for the, Good Life 
The Gold rush, treasures 
The wins on poker tables, light flash  

London's Burning

From Croydon to Clapham  
Lewisham, to Peckham    
Bristol, Liverpool to Birmingham  
Slow down your rage 


Oh where art thou Mr Boris 
Mr Cameron, Mr Clegg "pretender" 
Mr Politician     


A stone in puddles   
Someone light a match   
And now London is burning   


The politicians sat on holiday benches   
Talking tough, they're talking tough  
And now London is burning  


Lets not take things for granted   
A man died a life was lost, clouded in mystery   
And now London is burning  


Engulfed in flames, anarchist and looters  
Frustrated youths like wild animals, let loose  on riot    
With old sanctuaries, of youth centres, closed on austerity   


And now London is burning   
Crisis stands as the seat in town, spreading havoc, to beyond    
New chic in town, jobless youth with no prosperity    


And now the markets are burning   
Bulls into bears in market stands, countries on default    
Paper stock losing value overnight, sell, sell, sell   


Oh ready steady panic, hardship engulf    
And now London is burning   
And now London is burning   

Death of Anarchy

I am no coward, believe me;..
I have faced, the hands that be.. 
The establishment order  
Made my stand and paid the price,.. 
In ways like, "keep the change"..
With my head, held high "keep the change"

I am a rebel, ..
I believe in an ideology, a  Marxist.. 
Yet,  at night into day, day break..
I conform to the establishment's order..

The status quo, like using the currency .. 
Of the Three Masons, for fruits and veg..
And bus pass too, phone calls 

For my hands are tied..
On bills to be paid ..
Fearful of the brown envelopes.. 

Butter in currency, in trade, 
For the wheel to move on survival guide 
Bureaucracy in classiest states  ..

Watched the old  Black beret  
Red star attached, revolutions  
Trade in trading places   
With the West in symbols, 
The market, the greed..

So what became, of the flower power ..
As liberals transform, into the far right..
And few go as far as standing on stages..
We once burnt down, in protest ..

Politicians will never change..
Handshakes seals signs..
Symbols of the transformation..
They preach, like hallow souls..

In my heart, I am a rebel ..
A renegade, a Marxist..
In reality, I have to pay my bills..
Truth be told, they are mounting up  

Call it my 40 days in the desert..
Till I am liberal, financially liberated .. 
In the true sense, of the word..

Not forced to live in the woods as free
And my cheques, cash books 
Checks and measures; 
Bill do balance in the black  

Who dare, blurs the line 
Of anarchy, with 9 to 5
Who, who; tell me who did,
In rebellious suits..

Not constraint by situations ..
Circumstance, reality ..
And Kings of the day ..
Demand their cut..

Offspring's ; ..
Demand their birth right. ..
Their feed, their warmth..
And my night bed is sacrificed ..

Candle I burns on both sides 
Ends in the middle.. 
Hoping there was more hours in the day 

In my heart, I am a renegade ..
"Excuse me, while I put the kids to bed
School starts, early tomorrow"...
Weekend food shopping to be made 

In my heart, I am a rebel..
At one with the course and this, thus becomes.. 
The reincarnation of  anarchy's death 

Viva la revolucion 
And it shall not be televised 
Sorry folks, something to do 
With the TV license not being paid

Before My Birth

When I was young 
Before my birth 
I never knew of the EDL nor the BNP  

Before my birth, in wombs of cradle..

When all love I knew...

Was from mother's loving feel..

Father's knowing, of my existence..

If so wish, was a touch 
On mothering womb..

I knew not of cold, always with warmth..

I knew not of hanger, nor of despair..

I cried not a tear..

I knew not of hatred, nor of class..

That of greed and of jealousy..

I feared not of death, nor of sin..

I carried, none of my fathers..

Weakness and fear
And his before him..

I saw, no colour of man..

And none saw of me as I was..

Well, how would I have " seen"  ..

I cursed no man..

And none did me..

Well how could I have " heard"

Before my birth..

I knew no man, nor of sin..

Well how could I have " known"

Before my birth..