Dancing to the Beat

Vibrant sounds echoes from distance

Hibernated energy awaken in the souls of man

Dance brings movements, celebrated hour

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 

Golden Life

I entered my room, 
Looked around and picked the fish food
I need to buy another, this one is almost empty 


A pondering question lingers on thought  
I see my golden fish, pompously sat 
They look so calm and carefree  


They near the tank, when I am on sight 
Opening their gob to be fed  
Like free session, always to be fed 


You see they got me thinking  
I am always thinking  
Do they worry, like I do  


Like the fish in the deep blue sea does  
With sharks around to feast on their essence  
And no one tasked to feed their hunger  


My pondering mind do wonder  
Sometimes in overdrive, always wondering   
My brain feels so warn on effect  


May be that is why oh surely why 
My golden fish bluffs so much, with easy life 
Demanding to be fed, feed us, feed us, feed our gob 


Anyway I need to get another food for them
The tank looks murky, needs some attention 
I would have to clean that too at some point 

To See Olympus

You are here    
I was told about this place  
Rich with silk, on exotic plains  
Like the golden lands of Olympus 


Where olive and palm trees 
Shepherd the gate ways and gold poured out of fountains 
Cashmere was ordinary, for the common man


Rome stood envious, to be out done 
Her children were in charm, on stories told  
I was told about this place 


I was told about this place, 
Some bear witness to as paradise
Where the sun comes out to favour once delight 


As the guest of the king 
Waited upon
Served as royal   


I was told about this place  
Where the gods reside, by a traveller with status 
Who  said I had to see it with my own eyes 


But first she said I had to own bravery 
And cross the dessert to get to oasis, become like Thor 
Through dusk and dawn in cold winters night 


For the dessert laid riddled with wild beast 
And bitter men, stood as land pirates 
Who fed on travellers that voyaged past


I was told about this place 
Where I did have to face trepidation to get to 
And walk the lonely plank to test faith 


I was told about this place 
Where paradise laid waiting
You had to see it with your own eyes, I was told.  


Will another traveller, captivate 
Gathered men in-front of  open fire 
Me included, in amazement, to day dream of   


I wonder, or shall it be me , I 
Story telling, looked upon like a hero
Who made it past the beast, and saw Olympus to tell 

The Queen's Speech

In times to come, woes in sight
In shadows past no vision of light
When darkness swallows and belches pity


The nitty gritty of pretty merry, I admire 
Shall become more of a fairy prayer
The sounding of war drums, follow rushing of waves


Inter-fusion of whaling voices, butchered at sea in piece(s) 
Bewilderment of supplications gone awry
An obligation of mercy to show and behold, made void 


To stem oozing pain from sighs at moonlight, made void 
And moanings from sides torn from buffets
Left to starve on the door step of war drums 


Meet me at the place where fear thrives
Where tears cry and whales moan of shallow waters 
Where uncertainty is surety, death is a luxury


At the place where happiness has no face
And destitute, grips like a fever pitch 
Then talk to me about misfortune, you lucky bustard