He went to war

I can not hold this thought in me, no more 
It will sink the vessel that stands 
Under this strain in half at Bermuda  


I can not tell the mother that wave  
Your son will serve at the front line 
Of wars at Normandy where the enemy stands 


And I promise to bring him back in one piece 
For Christmas, I swear I would, indeed I would 
Without any scare on hearts, oh sure I would 


But batten down the hatches tonight 
Just in-case, the earth should crack at Omaha beach 
And I am only to have, his dog tag in toe 


When I knock on your door this late 
Oh, but he was a hero, made of brawn  
Who fought for this land he called his own 


I will make sure he gets a bronze statue with rose 
Stood firmly in Trafalgar square with poppy 
For he went to war with the bravest of heart 


And fought in the fields, to free love in hostage 
He found a spear, right through his heart 
That left him bleeding, emotions gust 


I can not hold, this thought in me  
It weighs too heavy, on my weakened chest 
While I wait outside, your door to announce 


What words, am I to start of with   
It weighs too heavy on my weakened chest  
I can not hold t' thought in me 

Jittery getters

What am I to ceremonies  
If I start to every bit objectify 
On every occasion, with a trumpet 


Lay out carpets in Moroccan red 
And be seen sat in a tuxedo 
Have a banquet  with open doors  


And have the Queen here sat at present 
Yea, tables laid, chandeliers hung 
And have me host this, high on calender 


On ceremony with jittery getters 
Unceremoniously with shivers 
All to have just stood in front of toothless crowds


And make this here a brief presentation 
To the who of not, he is not with bite 
Of who is who, sat here watching 


What am I to ceremonies 
If I start to every bit objectify 
On every occasion with a trumpet 

The People's Manifesto

Thank you, thank you, thank you  
Ladies and gentlemen, please, please, be sitted 
To your attention I usher thee, presences  


Thus be, I am not into politics 
You talkative, attention   
You best know, believe  


I represent a Nation 
No, not a notion of fallacy, dreamt up 
Built on this here principles entangled 


Long lost before dawn, day break 
I don't have time for the buffoonery flaunted 
I see past, the promises  made to wow the crowd 


I feel the rain drop on my shoulders, sensitive  
My senses are sharpened , bright  
To detect blindness, my vote is with meaning, value   


I analyse their speeches, so wrong  
Irrational thoughts on subjects, baseless  
They lose their objectives, goal greed  


So I am not into politics, spinning 
To fall in line, with the party's manifesto 
I represent a Nation, to question the manifesto  


Hear, hear you wranglers of cooperate interest, listen 
This is to the house of commons, sense 
Parliament for the people in chambers


The house should not be at rest , rested
Work to be done. sweats and blood, sacrifice  
A Nation to build, hear hear, a Nation to build 




Note: Read the words in red as a  second poem on this page 

Wearing Bankers Costume

Hey, Mr Banker, sat between metals 
On the fast lane, looking good , to "breach"  trust  
Looking down at the worker bee , I see you 


Fear mongering, with biggity, uppity, in attitude given  
I know an extinction of a kind, it burns "ember"  
I know your kind 


All emperors fall, like Rome , life is "tentative" 
Even high priest loose their status 
For taking the piss, mickey, my wallet  


And you think you are to be any different
Otherwise the wiser, holly anointed  
For you've been made the care taker of the blood line 


Holding chalices of society's veins  
Confused of your status given 
Acting like the naked king 


Why does the fool always think 
He can put a wool over my eyes 
Wearing costumes to fright 


We only just made you, saved you  
And no one crowned you 
Holding society to ransom  


On the account of your essence 
I know an extinction of a kind 
I know your kind, deja vu of a kind  

On What Basis

This is pay per view, like pay as you go 
So listen, on account 
That I make this a preview 


Mine comes in words, selected so few 
To summarise lessons in view 
And leave them in parables 


Not much needs to be said, wall street 
When flash lights  image emerge 
Like probe, of the subconsciousness


A thousand ignite, discontent with match  
Disapproval of the run 
By the powers that be 


Ten thousand more 
Become flammable with thought  
Watching politics, bankers in pictures view 


Rage of the common man
Cry of delusional futures 
Rome burns, New York and Japan, storm  

The elite gather their stock  
And they hold in captive 
Greek and Hungary hostage 

Law On Man

Absolute freedom and justice 
In a state, takes the form of multiple 
Dimensions, pyramid of  status a' weighing scale  


To allow some in society, the ease of free reign 
They take on roles, like gods amongst men 
They do no wrong, no blemish, no spot   


Not wrong in the true sense, on moral stand  
Omission, for only to be found guilty 
Is one responsible for their crimes 


This thus bring to mind the question I ask 
So what is the difference between 
The criminal mastermind a' the king in a kingdom


Only to be found guilty is one responsible 
In having the spot light shine on them
Morality is void in the eyes of the law made blind 


If society is weighed, on the backward scale of the law 
And morality is side lined on technicality 
W' is the difference between the king a' the criminal  

911 Darkened Clouds

A decade past, just like yesterday's dawn 
Still within the echoes of winds 
Cries of the innocent can be heard 


When help line numbers , we call for help
Are hijacked by the soulless,  for havoc on us  
And 911 becomes a darkened cloud 


Within the rains that pour  on us 
Tears of the innocent accompany the drop  
And gravity pulls the falling strong, through windows fall 


Like a ghost haunt, on repeat play  
The dust of horror, itched in memory's hold
Consumed a mixture of race and gender with no preference 


No preference of religion, creed or age  
With mangled steel of once so great  
To symbolise human endeavor stand 


A decade past, when sons, daughters  
Sisters, brothers, wives, fathers, grandfathers 
Grandmothers, friends, oh friend lost 


A decade past since I last heard your cry  
But the winds carry your memory strong
The winds, will always carry your memory, I hold 

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 

Charlie Chaplin

Oh Charlie , back when I was so young 
And the box set, I sat in front  
Only showed in black and white, so small  


No words spoken to show intent, signs 
Act, actions, oh but you made me laugh so loud 
And I brought the house down, with giggles   


Like the house of cards, tumbling, rolling with belly laughs 
Running in fast forward, on walk steps, dance steps
On two legged fork doing the one, two step 


You knew how to wow the girls, so much, you show off
Moving in cartoonish ways with sway 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin  


What good old classics, truly time tested  
You gave to me in gift of joy and laughters 
Like clock works you never failed to amuse, like clock works


You made me laugh a thousand laughs, belly laughs  
Tears in my eyes, my jaw hurts, I ask for more 
Just on silent movies, oh  what such classics  


Oh what such happiness 
You brought to my door step 
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, oh Charlie Chaplin 

Drowning In My Sleep

I spent forever getting upgrade, remade; sharpened nails, ready to cut down glass roofs and let out rage... swimming up from the depths so deep.  I'm drowning in my sleep, it's not just all in my head like a mirage. I am done with the daily dose of pills, society pushes down my throat; to keep me, keep you, keep us sleep walking, like the matrix. Birds spinning round above my head making me feel all dizzy, disgruntled, I see all in physical forms of pretense they pretend on false promises, they lecture, they pledge to.

They say aim high stars above and I am looking past, ready to fly past, G 6 in my back view, wings blowing fast into accelerations gained, it's light speed to destiny aimed for; then like a nightmare, boggy man, they come snatching platforms quicker, faster than we ever build them, made them, furiously fearful. They sit paranoid,  fearing to share  to see us, change clothes and become company men like them; not like them, it's a class state. It is a class state to keep the status quo.

The banker smiles like the demon's son on the devils advocate, playing drinking games with my blood thirst. I'm bleeding, he is drinking; money rules the world and it is evil at its core, so the big man sits with, evil wrapped up, around to gauge and the poor suffer pain of suffocating stress, watching the fat pig getting fatter on our children's blood as breakfast. Skinny man, skinny bone, kids looking alien, skinny head, mothers heart, torn out with  lungs still attached by the devils hands held out with laughter's on pride; he laughs in barbaric ways, in excitement; man them starving while the Ak 47 speaks loud, getting louder on battle grounds, fields tearful theaters, bodies dropping like rain fall pouring, it's messy out there rated PG 18, I am bleeding.

I am peeling off layers like onions with liquid in my eye's fountain, and this is just the start,  just starting; already my eyes are filled full with tears of this nonsense we justify bullshit  it's absurd; someone, somebody, anybody hold me back before I go raging. I am fuming on observations, based on reality checks, institutions built on corruptions, like castles on quick sand. It is all a fools game, fools fooling fools, on following fools stands; standards on the best dressed in ceremonies sat in seminars to discuss falseness,  on repeat sentence, on repeat play, on repeat play, on repeat play, rewind to replay. 

The best rather be left sleep walking, reality too hard to handle and the rest are left coked up drunk to numb the edge to want to think to know past the bullshit, sex games rules, religion, drug games rules, no difference left to see between the far right, far left, communist, fascist  and dictatorship rules. The same leaders in camouflage change clothes, schooled in the same school of thought, with no notion, concept of the grass root's pain; sipping on wine, tea and biscuits in meaningless, mindless, while-wind meetings of agenda, pledges and promises, false promises made, I am bleeding as witness forced to witness.

Peeling off layers, peeling off bullshit and this is just the start; the poor no longer able to tell the difference between politician's lies and truth. Its blurred, its greed in green eyes in fine suits, this is pain of knowing and it is wide spread from the four corners of the world like epidemic on invasion from sneeze like cold flu.

Companies on direct debt, quick to snatch quoting contract clauses, but slow to refund in mistakes made, dodging taxes on technicalities and bonuses, while the poor are trapped to pay on throats and daggers; slashed, they are all friends of the same clan of greed. So who police the policy makers, the judges robe is empty in encasement  of  moral value on earth, the comedian changed sides no longer making jokes of the men with riches; just ask who is in charge and they show faces, show of hands, coming out from the same holes of comfort, their colourless, colourless  colourless, colourless 

To talk debt on clauses, politics is all a game now; money men pulling strings, their voices stronger than society's call in need of fair play. It is money talk and the rest march past and they have plenty to talk with, talk about so they make up the stage and make up the rules of engagement and we are suppose to play against them on fair play, fair grounds.

Then I woke up from sleep walking or is it up from drowning in my sleep, or is it going back to sleep in daylight on hypnotized states. Drowning in my sleep, I am drowning in my sleep, I am drowning in my sleep.

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..

Tear Drop

When good men go to war 
And the blue sky of paradise  
Turns grey with looming fright  


When politics ask good men to pick up arms
And they say it is for good reason, honest
This is a fight for our way of life


Our freedom, this is for justice 
For our right our honour 
Our democracy, right to bare arms 


When mothers hug their sons 
And send them off to the battle fields
Fearing the dreaded uniformed knock


We lost one, to the rose cottage 
Less one from deploring parade 
One less on the journey home, empty seats 


When good men go to war 
And death becomes of innocence 
Expect not the same man, to come back home

Slavery

Hold not chains on my neck

Enslave my ambitions,  freedom!

Allow me to breathe 

Pointing Fingers

Do not tell me of his weakness..
I see with my own eyes..
And I ask, oh but why..
Why son, oh but why 


Yet nothing prepares..
Me for what you do..
Why point fingers and lay claim..
Only to shoulders so bright..


Why raise an arm in fist symbols..
And fight a thousand battles..
Behind closed doors, punching heavey
Winds that have done you no wrong

Only by mouth and tongue twist..
Lippsing it, with services promises..
Lippsing assertiveness like the man that 
Would take down a whole army if not held back 


Never to be seen on battle fields though..
I stood there waiting as the rest did 
I held his hands as he drew his last breath 
But you were never to be seen there 


Why shout murderess will pay...
And close your eyes with comfort ..
To sleep the night, in cashmere robes..
Shy to be seen, in the same light as thee..


Why point fingers..
I saw not you, on battle fields..
But that of the judged brethren..
Pouring his sweat and blood mixed..


With murderess dagger.. 
At night, seen in your arms ..
To stub from behind cowardly 
Those that stood in the battle fields 


Do not tell me of his weakness..
Why point fingers..
I have long knew his 
It is your shyness that worries me 

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..

In The Queen's Land

Palanquin seats with silver roses
Red carpets and golden shoes
China plates, and cutlery for service  

"Welcome your honour" 
Bless,
With white gloves and long back coats
He leads I follow

Green as nature
With carpets of green, green grasses
Trimmed to an inch of perfection
Fountains of endless flow

Cups of tea
Would Sir like a cup of tea?
I would, but its midday
Not to worry Sir
In the land of the Queen
Time has no boundary on cups of tea

Silver tray’s China tea cups
Kilt wearing short breads
Ginger bread men and Cad-bury chocolate
My comfort is an ocean of dreams
I am Royal, dinning with the Queen

Crumbling crumpets 
Of shattered dreams
Still  with dreams
Nightmare holds underlining words

This is not the agreement we had
Buckingham Palace
Was what  we agreed on
Marry Poppins and flying beds

My Fair Lady 
Gave signals, signs of disturbance  
Cold rooms, with shrinking walls
Home is paradise deserted   


Dusk to dawn of slavery for penny
Nothing but the beggar's last coin to gain

This is the harsh pill of reality 
Given to swallow
In the Queen's Land


Before making it past 
The beggar's post
In the Queen's land