Sunday, August 30, 2015

Those without heart


Those without heart
 





I know not the images, seen
here, felt near, where evil comes,
and the devils own children are
running some wickedness.
Upon the earth is the name
of all the falsehoods of time,
sons of Lucifer can do the
bidding, no-one else could dream,
what are these cruel acts so vile,
where the deceptions are unclean?
So mighty they take the role
of extinguishers of the glorious light,
almost none are able, or are willing
to attest to this evil, or more,
to stand up to them, taking on
the righteous, unforgiving fight.

Has their madness ever known more?
Been so much crueler to people,
taken no regard for the needy, or
for the wants unheard of the poor.
Taking liberties from the mouths, of
babes and the innocents, mysterious
not are these vile beast here,
where this menace came to be known,
as dereliction to serve, gafore...gafore...!
Do not mock the people, for we
shall have our day in heaven,
soon your blackened stone hearts,
shall shatter as ever before, the
deeds known without compassion and,
disrespect of the moral, of the
empathy that your deaths shall restore.!!




'Cameronites.'

All White Hot


All White Hot





This heat is coming, suddenly
as a flare of light, white hot
and steamy on the crest of night,
where images of freedom to be
wild and abandoned must I fight.

She the Angel a delight of mine,
took me on the flames of passion,
to some more craft, besides the
fashion for a new unbridled ration,
keen to feel my hands on fire.

Shooting to the space of time,
where under me we'll know this
sensual bliss, forever with the passionate
kiss, be mine and let your eyes
of love with tenderness still shine.

Happiness came that beautiful night,
and under the strain of cotton,
my ardour had so much to fight,
the love that always felt alright,
imagined kisses, pressed lips of white.

Forced into surrender the easy way,
is where my energy flew right away,
tested beyond the norm of modesty,
your form is lithe, White hot, and
begging for me to fly your way.

Sticky mess like glue I'm stuck,
I want you badly, I can see
you also need a …. way to cool,
before we're lost in frenzied heat,
finding you was a stroke of luck...



'M'

Green Campaign


      Green Campaign






Above the drumming of the rain,
I know the call to action rings,
peace and love are on the tongue,
and all the passion that this brings.

Warriors for change are we,
full of declarations to save mankind,
and in the policies and strategies,
we've honed, something new you'll find.

The planet can't go on this way,
or it will kill us all again,
we've made a mess we need to end,
and we need to accept the blame.

If we worked in harmony now,
we might save the chance to stay,
otherwise it's the curtain call,
on greed and selfishness we'll rue the day.

To tackle issues that we face,
is the only way we'll stop disaster,
let not apathy and selfishness be,
an ally, friend, nor your master.

Turn the tides with joyfulness,
breathe the light to heal us all,
go green in everything you do,
don't fear your actions as small.

Together we can restore some justice,
to be fair in all we stand to do,
honesty shall be the mighty sword,
and greed and lies will be run through.

Fight the fight as we have the power,
to be the change we wish to see,
green the way of the brave of heart,
shout green for you and me!!



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Sunday, August 09, 2015

The Promises of Life !

The Promises of Life !



In a way we ask for failure, 
we don't believe in the power
of our will to change the way, 
and we let despondancy breathe,
where all life can be sucked 
out of the place of hope.
Too many times we will let, 
pressure to conform, to be liked,
fill our reasons, our hearts
and no room is left for me.
Abandoned are our dreams then,
where we'll not go to fight on,
for we'll let the desire be no
more our all encompassing friend.
Be not fooled in the silences
that change will find you waiting,
for unless you steady your hands,
it will be impossible to hold.
Clear cut like muddy waters,
this life has given us power,
in all of our beliefs we sing
for a day when light would come.
Deep indeed have run the lies,
we told to keep us ever down,
fond of letting life fly by swiftly,
I bet we feel ourselves betrayed,
even though it was our choice,
 a fear of lying in the bed we made.
Did we not yet realise the truth,
we made resolves we could not keep,
so why are we surprised at all
when it's bitter tears we weep ?
Life did not fail us in the night,
nor did it let us down again,
the promises are, what we've made,
so send them out again..!! 




How does Death call ?

How does Death call ?



Like the nightingale
who's call so shrill and piercing,
is the call to Hades,
and the catacombs of not life.
From life in all it's rich, 
vainglorious abundance whole,
comes the eclipsing of a soul,
gone deep into, an earthly hole.

Darkness the reaper
has taken my friends aloft,
to a point of light,
where love protects them, every night.
Countenance of the mighty angels
fills the instant death did come,
loaded in a fear of unknowns,
scarce the reason come undone.

Now the avenger
of the righteous is stolen,
bound in chains where hate
has fallen to the might of love.
In the blinking of his eyes,
all reality has spontaneously left,
only the crying of the wind,
stays with us, the sad and the bereft.

Crystal waters cascading
to bring the dreams we held alive,
evening chills call aloud silence,
and finally the race is run.
Droplets upon the skin of life,
now let go of hope to share,
death has called and taken motion,
bet we remember movements there.