Monthly Archives: Apr 2020

You can’t take it anymore


You can’t take it anymore

The wolf is scratching at the door

How hard it is being poor

You can’t take it anymore

It beats you down onto the ground

You wear a perpetual frown

You can’t take it anymore

We are heading for an emotional breakdown

And our anger and rage it is profound

You can’t take it anymore

So maybe it’s time to go to war

Let’s go and even up the score

You can’t take it anymore

Equality is want we demand no less no more.

Live the dream


Let’s get dressed up and hit the town

Go down to the Roxy and hear the new sounds,

Let’s rock along the sickest rifts

Because music to us is such a gift,

We can dance we can sing in our own way

Those guitar and drum rhythms soon have us slayed,

Let’s go out and paint the town red

We got to live right now because we’re a long time dead,

Not many get this chance but we are blessed,

So get on your glad rags and come out with me

And let’s on with living the dream.

RIP to the NHS heroes

RIP to the NHS heroes

Come walk with me

You are heroes I believe,

Who’s lights went out

Saving others lives,

I struggle and weep

At your sacrifice,

Doctors and nurses

And all the key workers

Who’ve died saving lives,

You’re heroes to me,

Walk with me through divinity

I hope you’re regaled in majesty,

For you are what we should all strive to be,

Caring without judgement,

Healing with dignity,

Regardless of colour, faith or belief

You saved others selflessly,

Now I hope and your lights will shine brightly,

For you are heroes of our age

You are legends to me,

Enacting epic deeds,

And I struggle and weep,

Knowing you gave your life in the fight to save lives,

You are heroes and legends to me,

You will always live on and be remembered in my memory,


A night to love


Carried of on starlight dew

Cosmic ether trails to distant moons,

We seek answers from universal truths

I offer this journey to you,

Taking you to a void of magical space

Where I’ll show you how our love can be traced,

Over millennia and eons of spacial time

Singing sweet songs of mixed spiritual rhyme,

Let me take you right there one night

On a frequency of pure delight,

On a jet stream of soft air we’ll fly

And in the aspects of beauty I see reflections of you,

In this mystical dreamlike graceful hue.

Take responsibility


We are delusional blaming everyone else

Without accepting the responsibility of our actions,

Or maybe for the lack of it,

Sleepwalking through life not ever questioning

Passively accepting the life we’ve been given,

Often wretched and damaged from that hard knock life

Living in debt ridden circumstances,

As if accepting the role in their toxic drama

Degrees of living and dying on others terms not yours,

Why do we not see we stick obediently to their laws

Fooling ourselves they’re just and right,

But are actually just a blight upon our rights,

And that all our privacies taken from us

Should mean we raise a hue and cry,

In frustration and we abide by those lies,

Yet we still accept no blame or responsibility

For all we’ve allowed them to exploit and do to you and me,

Because we had the chance to choose

And we chose to the path where we were bound to lose,

Deciding to follow them and not our own path

The responsibility we shirked was broad and vast,

So the others will always get the last laugh.



Spiritual doesn’t mean persecuted

It does not mean oppress me,

Spiritual dies not mean forgiving unconditionally,

To those who still seek to cause you hurt and pain,

Spiritual means living in an awakened state,

Enlightened and seeking to cause no harm

To those who mean none to you in return,

Spiritual means finding inner peace and calm

While remaining always alert to the storms,

Spiritual is being a free thinker and open minded

Courageous enough to question everything,

Spiritual is living consciously

Instilled with self love and self belief,

Caring for others, sharing with all

Embracing all forms of equality,

Spirituality is living life freely

Not bound in envy, hate or greed,

Spirituality is staying in touch with true reality.

Everyday life


We work for a few quid

Persperation runs from our foreheads,

Blood pumps through our veins and heart

Like a runaway train at full steam,

We are tired and exhausted

Body aches as if beaten with clubs,

Some mornings I can barely rise

To many pains, hard to open my eyes,

I reach to turn off the alarm

Another day, another slog,

Another day we’ll ain’t that the charm,

Working long, working hard

Does my mind and soul harm,

Mindless groundhog moments

Pointless life of existence,

To weary for putting up resistance

Servile we are our own worst enemy

Will slaves to the system, of course we pay,

For surrendering life without much fight

In that darkness there is no light,

Why not try to exercise your mind

And reject, refuse, rebel once in a while,

Give the establishment the middle finger

We must learn not to be such fucking whingers,

And become revolutionary anarchists

Subverting systems now that’s the ticket.

Power lifestyle


Dark corridors of power

Inside the suits all plan and cower,

Making decisions that shape our lives

In the oak wood settings and finery,

Wilton carpets, the sign of luxury

Far from the bloodstained streets caused by their army,

Cheap members bar where they sip their drinks

The corrupt smell from this place stinks,

Lobbyists in the halls with their brown envelopes

Career progression for these men and women,

After they do the bidding of their corporate clientele,

Passing laws that make peoples lives hell,

Sucking on a big fat cigar, rooms full of smoke

Laughing at the plebs, they all love that joke,

Getting us to dance like puppets on a string

Welcome to the world of government living,

A world of callous decisions and not one fuck given,

This is the lifestyle of those subject to corrupting

These suits won’t do anything for nothing,

But expect us to as they use as their playthings,

Until they get bored and send us off to die in some futile war

One you can bet that is based in greed as it’s cause,

And we’ll be sent off to die for this.

War trade


No more wasting money on war

When there are people starving and poor

The most destructive human trait is waging fucking war.

If we spent a little bit more time working towards peace

Even though it’s within our reach,

There is far more money to be made from war

These suited people are corrupt to the core,

Fingers in the pie of the arms trade

Their brand of death comes man made,

It’s all about oil, water and territory

Many of the wars are based upon this story,

Money is made from murder of the innocent

That’s why we end up seeing bodies on the street,

Caused by the one percent elite

Funding the wars and forcing the meek,

To fight it out without them participating

Until the destruction and annihilating,

Comes to an end in a humiliating

Sea of blood and desperation.

Animals, used abused and murdered


Animals strapped in a chair

Tortured to ensure the shampoo is safe for your hair,

Beagles forced to choke inhaling cigarette smoke

To ensure these cancer sticks are smooth for you.

Sheep and cattle reared in a field as food

Served up on a Sunday does it taste good,

Mummy tells little Johnny to eat it all up

If you don’t eat your meat you’ll be weak and then you’re fucked,

Meat she says makes you big and strong,

But Johnny thinks he should question this but doesn’t want to seem wrong.

Animals chased in the meadows by masters of the hunt

These brutal men a vicious, brutal and call it fun,

They hair course and pheasant shoot out of status

Then they say this is ok so please don’t hate us.

Do you see the link

From vivisection, to the meat we eat

To the sick countryside games

This is all done in mankind’s name

And it is wrong,

And it is sick,

We don’t need meat,

It’s all about greed and profit,

And animals always pay the cost,

As their lives are lost,

In the name of mankind’s so called need

But abuse and murder is all I see.