Wealth And Power

Many nations divided and crushed,
as mandates made for the rights
to freedom are flushed down the
toilet pans of the heartless few.


Demonstrations are everywhere.
Screams of revolution hushed
by propaganda and threats of death,
as those living easy look on.


Wealth and power go hand in hand
as big wigs take it upon themselves
to implement plans that do nothing
but undermine, and build lies and hate.


Pieces of land taken by force for
nothing but economic heartache and growth.
Behind their desks and secret conventions
they prepare and ponder for more of the same.


It will never cease…
All this amidst a world striving for peace.

Like Festering Sore

Like a festering sore
you’re there,
demanding my attention.


‘Oh scratch me please’
you whine.


Every time I turn on
the TV you scream
colourful lies at me.


Trying to convince me
That he’s the best
She’s the best, the whole
Fucking world's a mess,
As far as I can see


Buy this buy that
any old tat, to improve my
life…


Oh Mr media
take your encyclopedia
of lies and stick it up your arse.

I'm Doing Alright

Tangled in a tapestry

of mixed emotions.

Lost in dizzy dreams.

When the notion arises

to scream... I do so.

Inside my unheard cries
ring like bells, but as far
as anyone else can tell...
I'm doing alright.




I wear it well you know,
this facade of lies.
But if you look closely,
really close you might just
see these tear stains
in the corners of my eyes.




Because I do cry, I cry at
night time when no one is around.
I have days when I wish
the ground would open up
and swallow me whole.


(in fact everyday)




Inside my unheard cries
ring like bells, but as far
as anyone else can tell...
I'm doing alright.

GOD ON SPEED DIAL

Oh no, my life is crumbling,
I’m stuttering
and stumbling over the facts.
I need to slow down,
I feel a heart attack coming on.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.


Oh no, I’m slipping and sliding,
momentarily tripping
over those obstacles I build.
I’m getting filled up with drugs,
just to feel normal.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.


An instant connection
to my saviour in the sky,
when I’m climbing the walls.
My own private head inspector
to dry those tears I cry.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.

Foolish Hearts Of Billy And Joe

Billy and Joe were lovers
caught in the head lights
of another car crash...


They were just lonely I guess


Both on the same smash
and grab trolley dash,
at a local supermarket
for those left on the shelf.


Grabbed an emotion
that fell apart in their foolish hands.

In Her Eyes

Those quiet times when I look at her,
I see years of regret, she'd love to forget.
I can tell her insides are drenched with pain.
One day she'll explain the reason for
the blank look in her eyes... Tell me the story
behind those black tears that she cries.
When that day comes, I'll be there to mend
the pieces of her broken heart.
If that day never comes I'll always be her glue
and do those things I always do that
stop her falling apart at the seams.

Sex Scented Smoke

She longs to be touched in that way again,
and smile as his man hood sinks deeper.
This desire burns inside like molten lava.
Forcing her hand to rub moist silk folds.
Deeper, fingers caresses her elasticity walls,
and she’s there, inside her volcano of lust…
Bubbling over with excitement…
until she’s lifted high into the air by
sex scented smoke that rises from
her much needed eruption.