Why the Poor go Hungry.

Why the Poor go Hungry.

The earth produces abundant fruit

Yet millions still are dying.

Our earth gives food enough,

Yet our leaders keep on lying.

Vast resources left by nature,

And mankind takes them all.

This greed and pure abusing,

Will prove yet man's downfall.

Whilst millions toil but do not eat,

Some feast and gorge their spoil.

Then keep the excess locked away,

So they can own more oil.

Contrite and downright inhumane,

Our ideals and actions dictate:

That capitalism needs the poor below,

So other humans can feel great.

And whilst the earth is blooming,

So few receive a fair share.

It's as if we live disgustingly,

A thirst for power, no people care.

Why the poor die from hunger,

Is an easy story to tell.

One that only the brave recount,

For the rich don't like this smell.

As we live in luxury,

Abject poverty is on the rise.

Because we just don't care enough,

Or see the burden where it lies.

Who of us accept our part,

For spreading this sour disease?

Where human beings die of thirst,

Whilst we're polluting all our seas.

Who could save the starving,

If not he who takes the most?

Who shall end the suffering,

If not they who boast the most?

All the power to provide,

Has been given to us here.

So why do we not share,

And still promote a world of fear?

The facts of life are simple,

Walk lightly on our earth.

Take only what is needed,

Make abundance more than worth.

Ancient is our selfishness,

But we have the power to rearrange.

If we could live respectfully,

Our environments we could change.

Instead of children starving,

We could help them feed themselves.

If we could do without excess,

Share what lies on our shelves.

The thinking of commercial growth,

Is what has made us lie.

And why suffering from lack of food,

Shall cause yet more poor to die.

Wake up world accept the truth,

It's us who'll stop this crime.

We'd better show a loving choice,

Before we run out of time.

Poverty and hunger will go on,

Unless we stop our lying.

And unless we swap our hate for love,

Our families will keep on dying.................

Feed the people of Earth, for goodness sake.

Crème Della.

      Crème Della.

Torn the sky before my sight,

Seen, the break from darkest night,

Hold her tenderly for all that's right,

Licked by the lover of my delight.

North from the mountains baked in heat,

Come to the place where lovers meet,

Sharing the secrets and the hope we greet,

Carried by the love of our tired feet.

Called by honour in respect we place,

Brought to bear through time and space,

Fulfilling an oath of truth we'll trace,

In my minds eye I recall your face.

Reward will be known from this act,

The universe revolves where we react,

We rise to glory in a simple fact,

What we sow, is what we attract...!

Celebrating the Lions Roar.

Celebrating the Lions Roar.

Stealth has gone from here,

the lions roar cannot ignore,

a taste of blood, the kill,

a feast of what lies still.

Crouching in the shadows,

fought another day alone,

gathered to a pride or fall,

has summoned courage, mighty tall.

Leaders brought to find their pride,

none shall test another's hide,

golden riches brought and sold,

doing bidding of those so bold.

Killing leaves a bitter taste,

life undone and gone to waste,

scent will lead to drawing near,

the lions roar we raise our cheer...

Darn these voices!

  Darn these voices!

Detestable the furore,

a cacophony of accusatory voices.

Some region close to hell,

the fidelity of devices.

Come to seek a newer way,

place and time

no longer hold me,

covered in a sphagnum moss,

someone who couldn't care a toss..!!

Blown by only rage of hate,

collected by a vice of fate.

Wanted by the shrill and low,

tender once

again I holler,

scolded, bruised and threatened

someone felt my collar.

Law lost love it seemed,

you alone know

what that means...

Days of Thunder.

             Days of Thunder.

Alarm,

ozone peels into hatred.

Cold bone hammered flat,

scorched beneath space,

time flashes into daylight,

something awful,

something beyond white.

Crazed,

sky ripped and torn.

An ounce of anti-matter,

created or born?

Reeking the stench of power,

downpour precedes,

another tempestuous hour.

Bold,

big bang theory proven.

Melted atoms lost design,

soup of a molten mass,

resounding under the dawn,

seasonal adjustments,

left mother earth forlorn.

Grip,

onto nothing based in metal.

Ride the wildness raging,

define a new belief,

suffer if you'd live in grief,

riding waves,

on tortured reef.

Free,

alive in my minds eye.

Storm clouds blown away,

to another fearful high,

driven to renew the daylight,

moving onwards,

and far out of my sight.

Downpour

fills, our rivers flooding.

Grieving left to homage,

like saturated mountain tops,

gushing love that never stops,

blown containers,

and devastated abundant crops.

Electric,

nature beheld the violence.

Caused me and mine,

into states of fear and silence,

come again our home to plunder,

lives undone,

from days of thunder....

The fourteen year plague.....

       The fourteen year plague.....

the nights were cold,

my breath ragged, skin clammy.

some unknown eye saw me,

dealt me a double whammy.

crept upon me like,

the phantom of cruel desire,

wondering if the lust,

would set my soul on hellish fire.

dreams of, innocuous acts,

became irrelevant to the facts,

someone caught me under pressure,

where the guilt, my mind attracts.

foiled the plan unseen, 

where rogue my heart has often been,

dread the luxury of innocent men,

youth the goal too oft' we're keen.

Silhouettes dance, candle high,

some virgin thought we ratify,

in the dark of moonlit night,

a pure deed of love we'd sanctify.

taste the flesh of humps,

leaves the cold of our goosebumps,

something wrong but oh so right,

we chew the cud but choke on lumps.

found the immortal secret,

a way to rejuvenate all time,

love that feeds a wanting heart,

an end we believe has felt sublime.

cotton on behind again,

this plague so oft' is fought by men,

salvation could be brought so swift,

winds gust by, fourteen years from the cliff.

The Grey Man.

             The Grey Man.

Doorway does not hide

nor covet the sunlight,

yet here I see grey,

the lack of lustre,

a boldness but no gusto.

Drowning in a sea of light

the heavens open,

so full of fright to hold

him in this shallow place,

no light can cast

love upon his face,

at all.