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WINGS

WINGS

Where are the wings you promised me
where is is the wind that will carry me
to the stars

where is the womb that will hold me
where are the voices that will lead me
far
into the light

Million Dollar Earth..

Million Dollar Earth….

Let us not worry about our immanent
extinction, when pinning the medals
on the pedlars of power.
Only remembering they served the banks
with distinction, cometh the cash cometh
their shiny new tower.

They sold their warring inventions all over
Earth, coining it in quicker than a million
dollar Las Vegas slot machine.
Having lived in the delusion of grandeur
from birth, accepting credit card, cheque or
cash, with the allusion to illusion that being
moneyed was clean.

The Best of Friends, From Magma to Ava

trust. that's the first thing.
the hands you could put your life into,
that's a true friend
always there, always willing
and she never can say anything
without making you laugh at some point.

serious, immature, strong, vulnerable,
she's just a walking contradiction,
isn't she?
we weren't supposed to talk about things
that would get us slapped
so I told her I was scared
five,
this time

this time.

S T O R E Y R U S H

tinge
these phantom tremor
rushed from the dark
an aperature door

apex a harsh crouch
like shattered love
the shards
bright tears
sharpening

falling

cascades the stilled
allusion

phantomes

and numbers bound
sequential chains
between the thin
shroud of touch
whispering
their gravitus

Laugh Out Loud

Laugh out loud with me
Not just any kind of laugh
Laugh out loud hard, please

The kind of laugh you cry from
Where your face smiles
So very hard you're done

You grab your tummy
Cause it feels so good inside
It's just that funny

Laugh till you can't stand up straight
Until your knees buckle
This is a laughing hard fate

Rolling on the floor
Where this laughter takes you
Laughing from your core

Do I Dare?

Do I Dare?

All that would require
Is an unbending desire
To walk out of that bloody door.

But where would you go?
Fear and doubt in a conspiracy,
Whispering abort plans and mutiny,
My dreams now dashed below.

Don’t listen to them!
Hope surging past both,
Go couch surfing at a mates,
Find a-few flats at good rate,
Be gone before I deflate!

Once again I soar past my prison cell,
The happiness tangible and real,
The unbending desire resolute,
I put forward my first foot.

Old Mother Hubbard - 2013

Old mother Hubbard
she went to the cupboard
to give the poor dog a bone.
But when she got there
the cupboard was bare,
a thing that she’d never known.

She went to the Doc,
in deep horror and shock,
the doc, he gave her a pill.
She swallowed it whole
then choked in a bowl,
footing an N.H.S bill.

She did what she ort,
some money she sort’
begging the bank for a loan.
They said “with regret
you’re not a safe bet”.
She didn’t much like their tone.

let's only share

great you
your mission of sharing
is greater
that’s been my mission
ever since I was born
whilst others did yawn
we all don't know much
but we pretend to be
Ah! Know all
our knowledge shared
brings each one closer
be not a miser
in self knowledge exposure
a lot out there have to learn

in life’s lessons
their fingers they burn
help them to save
the cost of a balm

d e s i r e

the sun catchs
what the moons wish
crescent turns
and harsh pressed burns

we are more then
works turning
pedestal silhouettes

cigarette smoke
and the dull fire
seeping into shadows

slink fast the tender
night

A Mother's Touch

Delicate as a butterfly,
Deadly as a viper’s sigh.

It must be simple,
To call me a dog on the street,
A villain if you are really angry.
It must be simple,
To look at me and not see me,
To listen to me and not hear me.
Or maybe it’s not so simple,
But you do it anyway.

It must be fun,
To laugh at crippled children,
Because you hate their parents.
It must be fun,
To cry falsely with perfect tears,
To laugh truly with flawless malice,
Or maybe it’s not so fun,
But you do it anyway.

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