Monthly Archives: Nov 2018

So sweet, you are

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You, the favourite fruit on my tree

You, the succulent one that tempts me

You, dripping juice like the sweet thing

I see you on my tree dangling deliciously

I see you ripening delightfully

I want to savour you and sate my thirsty need.

Not your puppet

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I am not your puppet

You can’t control me

I am not you little plaything

I am not you toy to keep you amused

I won’t suffer this abuse

You can’t restrict my freedom

Because its something I won’t allow

Don’t sit there telling me just how

I should live my life

Governed by your rules

I am not you obedient tool

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me these lies

You just seek ownership of me and I despise

Anyone who think nks that they can take my liberty

I have rights as well as dignity

So go and find another who will supplicate to you

And live by your controlling rules

And if that makes you happy

Then good luck to you

But you are not that special

And I am not that bigger fool.

I don’t wanna hate you

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I don’t wanna hate you

I don’t wanna fight you

I just wanna get along with you

I don’t care about your colour

I don’t care about your beliefs

I will not disrespect you

Just give me the same courtesy

I don’t wanna hate you

I don’t wanna fight you

I just wanna get along with you

I don’t care about your gender or your sexuality

I will not disrespect you

Just give me the same courtesy

I don’t wanna hate you

I don’t wanna fight you

I just wanna get along with you

I don’t care about your class

I don’t care about your politics

I don’t care the decisions you are choosing

I will not disrespect you

Just give me the same courtesy

I don’t wanna hate you

I don’t wanna fight you

I just wanna get along with you

I love all humanity in truth

I love everyone and that includes you.

A life missing love

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I live in a loveless life

Where I try to shine a light,

I offer much love out

And get so little back,

I feel so out of wack

It hurts when love you lack

I lived in harsh world

Where people act touch

Think loved equals weakness

But they are out if touch

My heart is so full to burst

So full of passion

And love it hurts

So offer me what you got

And ease and heal my hurt.

Twelve year window

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A twelve year window

To things around

To stop polluting the air

And the sea and ground

Where we plant our seeds

And grow our crops

Cutting down trees has to stop

Ravaging our earth in the race fof profit

Exploiting carelessly the natural resources

It must be our mission to stop this

We have to learn to live within our means

Stop multiplying like a contagious disease

It’s time for green and environmental policies

And put ecology much higher on the agenda than greed

And plant a rebellious seed

Of a new world order

Where we care for the we orld and clean up the the sir the soil as nd seas

And give our children a future where they can believe

That all fears of extinction have disappeared

So they too can live a life better environmentally.

My love for you

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My love blooms so bright for you

Your colours are so beautiful

I want to paint our love with a brush

Using the most masterful touch

Manifesting tenderness

Illuminating your gracefulness

You are so special with a golden heart

It anguishes me we are so far apart

I dream of being close to you

Letting our love flow as we want it too

Shining bright in beauty and truth

I just want to be close to you

Watch as you smile and feel the warmth you ooze

I want to just be holding you

Because baby I really do love you.

Life we live

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Who are we

Are we true

Are we real

Tell me what it is you feel

Are you the person you wish to be

Or are you a creation of society

Moulded by what you’ve been told to be

Shaped and always mimicking others ideals

Negating all your hopes and dreams to fit in

Hiding you talent and light believing

What others surely have in store is really worth waiting for

Only to get old and see what’s real

A life on mundanity has been sealed

Fodder for the workhouse

Working lonv hours in shops

Those who control get the cream as you live off the slops

Did you really think they would put you first

Tell me now how much it hurts

You let them clip your wings

When you should have been flying high

Spreading your wings like an eagle in full flight

Gliding, Swooping, free feeling the great delight

Of which we should all seek to aspire

Setting your whole life on fire

Instead you allowed them to simply tie you down

Grounded and gagged from making a sound

That could inspire so many that may hear your words

Who are we

Are we true

Are we real

Tell me what it is you feel

Living imprisoned

Or living life wild and free.