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Selling the soul


Selling the hardware.
Selling the soul
life on planet Earth is under attack where-ever you go.

No place to hide.
No advantages for the weaker class.
No help from the providers of humanity’s rights.
The whole universe is coming to an end,
war violence, sectarian divisions
even in the so-called democracy westernised bin.

I know that the weather is an altogether laugh,
but who is to benefit from the disaster
that man made?
No other than man – mad as it seems.
But God is that hero, but the Devil is in the lead.

Earth is a punishment, a trial to man, but who causes illness
who has the hate and hurt, the burdens of our awful deeds.
The young and suffering are questioning how,
in one single life time, the planet was left to waste, rot and die.

No one alerted the power elite, they far too busy
hiding all their corrupt business balance sheets.
No one allowed to question the rort.
No one available to leak any more real truth,
the facts unfolding as the big storied banks
run out of your taxed wealth.

Pensions are missing, social order no longer alive.
Medicines taxed, but not by that fat wealth-laced big five.
Oh what a debacle man has drawn in on the world
next an explosion or more likely
the world on financial economic policies
to implode.

Take heart your money is safe
it is in a financial institution of sorts.
However until you retire
or need some health benefit or the like
then an excuse, as the money is gone
to the banks high robbery rorts.

September 9th, 2013
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Calling me home


Calling me home they repeatedly cry
come on in and see what I have for you inside.
The weather perfect, the sun shines all day through,
the weather exceptional
even the night times are delightful hues.
Black yes about the dark skies, but oh the stars,
millions and millions, too many for you to see and count
before the weather inside your heart turns right about.

I said to you so often now that trust
is what keeps us in touch not drawn to part
so when I call and call I will open up your heart
and please do not turn away from that
which is your other the most beautiful life
in which to see and enjoy.



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August 13th, 2013
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Solitary moments


Solitary moments, many by far
but what is it that serves as a reminder
of who or what is this person I am.
Some form of indication I suppose
of who I am under the pretence I normally exhibit
depends on who I am with or where I reside.

Solitary yes,
but to whom am I also aligned
to be passing on the data
so effectively collected with me, my life in mind?

Take a little moment
no fear intended,
but more a surprise
that you are probably masquerading
most of the time.

Life is…
evidently here to unravel,
question and recall,
but most I suspect
to call upon you to decide
who are you inside.

August 8th, 2013
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Go the distance


Escapism is not the way to live,
hiding from the real truth.
The facts are not so easily hidden
when you begin to own your behaviour
and see for yourself.

Escapism only works as a disease,
virulent at that,
as you begin to unravel the past.
You yourself are already neatly inside
mountains of memories, fields of exploration
data immense.

But what I find so fascinating
is that our eventual reality is actually ourself,
hidden, but so willing to be discovered,
uncovered and to destroy our myth
that life is far too difficult to face.
When it is far better than leaving the information,
to discover at death your real state of grace
or rather no state, is but disgrace.

August 4th, 2013
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My wounded self


God I pray let me come in through your door
I am so very slave driven in fear that you may think
I have let you down.

My behaviour of late is afraid to undo all the past mistakes
I have entailed upon others whom I supposedly have loved.
But I tell you this Lord I will be forgiving those
who did me ill.
Is this I ask a beginning
so that I may then partake in awaiting your presence in mind
to tell of me my wounded self?
What in haste can I do as I now prepare to die?

So long dear Father you came upon my soul
and lifted it out of my heart thank God,
at least that be saved from a hell eternal
and my descendants then shall to me
not once cry out in disgust.
Pray oh pray this that what they do will not encompass wrath
as I upon this Earth have done – vain preventing growth
and knowing you in my heart.

God let that light dim
so I may no longer suffer as I have
while you read upon my world
those tales of which did disgust you so.

July 19th, 2013
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