Family on Marizion Beach in Cornwall
Sunlight filling up the cracks,
So much so the clouds roll back.
Waiting as the light increases,
Mist recedes and and darkness ceases.

Remember times of love and laughter,
Feeling Happy Ever After.
Sunshine, fun and sandy beaches,
Ice cream sundaes, cans of peaches.

Swimming, cycling and walks with nature,
Ice cold streams from melting glacier.
Meeting up with friends and family,
For barbecue’s and beer-less shandy.

Ocean views with amazing sunsets,
Star lit dreams, Life with safety nets.

Garden of Evil

Posted: 23 Nov 2011 in Poetry
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The Urban Jungle
The Forest of Dreams has a computer chip in it,
A tiny little black dot,
A blot on the landscape.
A reality prison
Where they keep our minds hostage,
Our thoughts cease
As they feed our mind on dreams,
Dumbfounded,
We’re too deaf too even hear our own screams.
We exist, neither awake or asleep
But alive just enough
To believe the lie,
As in our minds eye,
Whilst our souls pay the ultimate price,
They steer our thoughts,
As they try to drive us out
Of our own heads,
So they can leave us for dead.
The illusion they paint,
Just to keep our insolence at bay
We can’t escape,
We’re all hooked on their technology,
Drip fed on the media syringe
They sink their hooks in
As it drains all of our lives away.
We live all helpless and belligerent
In a state of crystal ignorance,
Sitting subjugated and meek,
Unable to move or speak,
Just hoping for a saviour
To come and set us free!

a.k.a The Flip Side of the Coin
Through the Looking Glass
Our Souls plucked like Oyster from the Sea bed,
We’re not allowed to float,
Through the Looking Glass we go,
No joke,
Our bodies left for the dead.
Hollow, cold, empty shells,
Not shadows of our former selves,
But black and heartless and hungry,
Full of Sin.
Beady eyes looking in,
Words, whispers, lost thoughts,
An endless sea of black,
A fog so silent and deafening,
mutes everything and blinds us all.
Our minds left stumbling haplessly, aimlessly
Through the Dark,
Through the Door,
The wrong way,
Lead astray by echoes of the damned
And those that went before,
Embodying disembodiment,
Yet an ever relentless presence
Come to steal us away from ourselves,
as Toys.
On pieces of string we are dragged along,
A marionette playing against the backdrop of nothingness.
Disabled, we bob gently up and down in the emptiness,
Just off the bottom,
Drifting in all the ebbs and eddies,
Vacant and unknowing,
Ready for the curtain call.
The strings pull us taught and twist,
The Invisible Sadist,
We bend to his wish,
And with a flick of his wrist
he leads us in a gay parade,
A pageant of the Bizarre,
The Danse Macabre.
Somber and sinister,
We play out every sick and violent little fantasy
his twisted mind is made of.
Helpless victims to his boredom’s,
He frustrates over how easy it is,
And it turns him darker still.
How pitiless,
How worthless they all are,
Look at them.
Why don’t they fight back?
Why don’t they stop me?
Too scared now to even look at me.
See how weak their will to even think,
Embracing mindlessness,
Worthless, apathetic hoard of Zombies.
You wont even speak.
You just stand there drooling and festering,
Feasting on your own rotting carcasses.
Cannibalistic masses,
Wake up!
Take control!
Think and speak for yourselves,
Before I reap each and every one of you,
And drag your Souls to HELL!!

Sunrise over the Grand Canyon
I want.
I want to do.
I want to do good.
I want to do good deeds,
For you.
For me,
For the people I see,
I hear,
I think of,
I dream of,
I feel.
I feel fear.
I feel hatred.
I feel bitter.
I feel twisted.
I feel choked and constricted.
I hope.
I hope for better.
I hope to feel better.
I hope to better myself.
I hope for people to better understand each other,
And I hope to better understand myself.
I pray.
I pray for freedom.
I pray for strength.
I pray for forgiveness.
I pray for faith.
I pray for salvation.
I save,
And I am saved.
I save myself from others,
And I save others from myself,
And we are saved.
I am worth.
I am worth the effort.
I am worth the wait.
I am worth my past mistakes.
I have worth.
I work.
I work hard.
I work light.
I work by day,
And by night.
I am.
I am here.
I am now.
I am me.
I am you.
I am many yet nothing,
Nowhere and no one.
What?
What can I do?
What can I be?
What more do you want from me?
I give.
I have given.
I have given all.
I have given nothing.
I do not give in.
I am freedom,
Yet I do not speak.
I am free.

A Force To Be Reckoned With

Posted: 22 May 2011 in Poetry

Artic Lorry Characature

Lorry storming through the Woods,

 Must go faster! Must go faster!

Looking for our Childhoods.

 Driving faster! Driving faster!

Children are so full of light,

 No redemption! No redemption!

Must be brought the dead of night.

 Do we question? Do we quoestion?

See the baby in the carriage?

 Thoughts are empty! Thoughts are empty!

Hit him with your lorry barrage

 Heart is heavy! Heart is heavy!

Collision now to bring the dark,

 Blind confusion! Blind confusion!

Extinguishing this bright life spark.

 Shadow mission! Shadow mission!

A heart of love with pure intention,

 Fate is changing! Fate is changing!

“Please breath in this life salvation!”

 In detention! In detention!

So much blood with head all caved in,

 Fear and hatred! Fear and hatred!

Hold on strong and keep on fighting!

Mission Failed!