Sunday, November 09, 2003

The Truth

The blind stares of six billion pairs of eyes,
Fill my thoughts with fear that’ll lead to my demise,
I could be deaf and I’d still hear the cries,
The image of a weeping child is louder than all the lies,
Integrity constantly fails no matter how hard it tries,
Whenever honesty is sought the seekers are chastised,
They cover up the facts like a blanket of ash from the skies
So the people can’t see from the ground, and when they try to rise
The corrupt leaders prevent the ascension of the wise,
Through all this fear only hate will arise,
There are so many lows we don’t recognise the highs,
Full stories are unheard of as they simply summarise
Because they fear what’s buried deepest beneath all of the lies…

…The Truth.

Saturday, November 08, 2003

My Window

Well I’m just sittin’ up here in my room,
Just my window, my chair and me,
I’m just sittin’ here lookin’ out my window,
To see what I can see.
I see a well-dressed man
Sayin’ he's got plans,
While he's driving his Ferrari.
I see a young man playin' his guitar,
Looking cool and stone free.
I see a couple of girls playin’ hopscotch,
While some boys climb up a tree,
An elderly man looks at his watch,
He hollers out ‘its a quarter past three!’
I see an Israeli and an Arab,
Arm in arm walking down the street,
Just chattin’ and jokin’ between themselves,
Being nice to everyone they meet.

All of a sudden a rock crashes through my window,
Pieces of glass all over the floor,
I look back up to my window frame,
But I cant see those things no more,
All I see is fire and darkness,
Hatred and animosity,
Now I’m confused as to what’s goin’ on,
But its as simple as can be,
See my window, it wasn’t real now,
All it was, was my hopes and dreams,
But this rock came along and broke it,
Ripped it apart right at the seams.
So I picked up this rock and wiped it down,
Cleaned it up so I could see,
And what I saw was pretty sad now,
The word I saw was reality.

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Insomnolence

...Darkness and Light...

My darling, I apologise.
No harm was meant.
I fear your rage
And shall retreat to repent.

Entering my chamber
I extinguished the flame,
Resting on my bed
My head fills with your name.

I looked at your photo
And I began to weep,
So to stunt my sorrow
I lay my head down to sleep.

Ah, sleep!
The nocturnal ballet.
A means to drift away,
But my slumber faces delay
From the haunting chatter of the silent night.

I lay awake.

Oh to dance the dance of the entranced
While ghostly vapours haunt my view,
This darkened chamber lined with Demons
And visions of evil twisted askew.

I am still awake.

The Demons they draw closer,
The night it moves on,
The ghostly lantern shines,
As if t'were the sun.

Again, awake.

Yet this light is different,
A sense of mistrust between us,
It refuses to illuminate the evil
And banish the Demons into dust.

I tire, but do not fall.

Then you enter.
Your hair flowing o'er your nightdress
Like a phantom sent to haunt
My soul, which instead is removed of the duress.
You glide across the floor,
Expelling the Demons with
Your presence, which brings light
To me, evermore.

You lay your head next to mine,
The Demons retreat into the dark blue.
And now my mind is ready for respite,
Adieu my friends, adieu.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

The Dogs of War

I

Lies.

It's all Lies,
Propaganda and Patriotism
Bring about blood-coloured skies.

And what of Hate?

So strong a word
For so fickle an emotion;
Hate is flung every day
"I Hate This, I Hate That
I Hate you Mum, I Hate the Cat!"
And tomorrow all will be fine
All that hate is tucked away.

Strange, no?

Like I would know.
Answers elude me
As a Polar Bear
Eludes poachers in the snow-
Covered Tundra,
The thermometer reads 20 under,
Exposed flesh is torn asunder,
Humidity brings lightning now
What say you, Mr Thunder?


II

The flame-haired maiden ascends
The steps of the great Palace;
Slowly stepping over the bodies
That gave their lives to defend
This eroding bastion of Imperialism.

As she weaves among the dead,
Her mind drifts back to a time
When peace was the norm,
When certain tyrants sought to whip up a storm.

"We must destroy them!"
Was the cry of the bloodthirsty
Masters of War.
"They threaten our lives with their presence!"
So sure of this fact were they
That first blood was drawn,
While the flame-haired maiden
Wept on the cold winter morn.

The air was cold,
Clouds of vapour hovered
Gently o'er her lips.
She watched them fade into
Nothing only to return
With every breath she let slip.

"CHARGE!"

She awoke with a start,
Looking from her window
High in the Palace Tower,
She saw a battle reminiscent of Odessa,
A massacre at the Witching Hour.

And she wept.

Tears flowed down her face
As blood flowed down the steps,
Powerless to stop the death
She wept, and wept, and wept.

It would not stop,
It could not stop,
All this pain,
When will it stop?

Eyes closed she prayed,
Like some innocent child
At Sunday Mass wishing
That Jesus grant her Mother
The ability to walk.

But she will never walk.

Then her mind snapped back,
The massacre returned
To her memory where
She kept it buried and burned.

So she wanders the steps
That are littered with death
Wondering what now
And where to next?


III

The fire burns on,
Raging flames send smoke
Rising into the sky
Like the old-man sitting
In his Chamber smoking,
As he slowly ponders why.

Why?

Interesting point.
Why did we go to War?
How did engaging these
So-Called "Savages"
Benefit us in any way?
How did our young men that
Died to save a Palace
Older than History cares to recall
Help us at the end of the day?

It didn't.
Yet they'd like you to believe
That we accomplished some
Magnificent feat of
Protecting our Freedom.

Bullshit!

We were never free to begin with,
We merely failed to recognise the
Subtle chains that bind us,
Steel has no slack, no give.

We speak as if we have Freedom,
Complete Freedom to do as we please.
Falsities, because were that true
I'd take my son-in-law and break his knees!

Bound by invisible restraints,
How does one fight back?
When we appear to be fighting nothing
The momentum disappears from the attack.

Even then we went to war,
Went to war,
Went to war;
Even then we went to war,
We went to war,
And we killed more.


But we lost four hundred thousand lives.
Good boys; strapping young lads
That'd come home from a hard-days work
And still help Mum with the grocery bags.

How?
How on Earth could we justify,
An event that sent those boys to die?

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

Perpetual Darkness

On death's list I do enroll,
No life beyond the grave.
Time is not for my control,
Nor is it mine to save.

I feel no pain inside my soul,
Nor life upon my skin.
I feel as if i'm in a hole,
Rotting from within.