Category Archives: spirituality

Walking with balloons


I am walking with balloons

Along a cliff top edge,

Flying in the wind in rainbow colours,

People looking strangely at me

Asking me what it is I am doing,

I say each balloon is for me a dream

That my life is representing,

And each day I leave my house

I decide to let one loose,

And when I do it means I let a dream fly free

And then living it is down to me,

Living out my dreams, is important you see,

Walking along with them in tow

Represented by balloons,

In rainbow coloured form,

Along a cliff top edge

Overlooking the sea,

Letting loose and setting free my dreams,

Let your dreams fly freely,

So you can be what you want to be, like me.

Jack built a house


In the house that Jack built he did dwell

Created walls to dispell,

Everything outside, so nothing could get in,

Isolated from the world he could learn nothing,

So in the mind of Jack he could never grow

Never develop he will just get old,

Kept all his thoughts and for sharing to himself,

Never accumalated any knowledge of the outside world

To fearful of the things that could adversely affect his health,

So he ended up a prisoner within his own home

And this was in the house that Jack built,

A cell for his existence which makes no sense,

Life is meant to be about gaining experiences

Otherwise we not living at all.

Tomorrow is a new day


Unconsciously we can let ourselves slip

Back into domesticated habits,

And old ways and negativity,

Sometimes we let ourselves down

But none of us are perfect so don’t beat yourself up

Just try to reconnect to the kindness and love,

And try a little harder to maintain focus

And everyday hails a new chance to change,

And everyday can help us create a more spiritual display.

Unskilled, really?


Low skilled unskilled

Who defines this

To do a job well

Then it require skill to do it

Many who never cleaned

Or worked in care

Wouldn’t last a day

So how is that fair

Every job requires

Some kind of skill

And if no one did the so called menial jobs

How would life be for you and me

Certainly a lot more dirty

With old and sick people left alone

Bins and rubbish never cleared

A lot more illness from bacteria

Then all we will hear is you moan

So maybe people should show a lot more respect

To do the so called unskilled jobs

To there very best.

Not the answer


Left wing manifestos

Right wing shams

Either way you go

You’re always damned

Politics is not the answer

Because the system is fixed

The establishment oppresses us

With its clever destruction tricks

And while we are all arguing

About which side we are on

The system just keeps

Going on and on

Instilling doubt and fear into us

It’s been happening since birth

And too few of us kick up a fuss

Indoctrinated through school

To work in jobs like slaves

Taught this is the right way to behave

Step of line when you see it’s all a con

They will label you an anarchist

And beat you with their truncheons

If you try to rebel they’ll label you a freak

Look for any sign in you that they can exploit as weak

Then feed it to the media

Who lap it and feast on you

Whipping up pure hate and hysteria

So while you’re living like an automaton

They’ll live the good life and it’s champagne they’ll be sipping on

Now tell me that the system is not wrong

Seeing people sleeping in dooways

And public conveniences

Shows a lack of of equality

And that society needs fixing

So why not open yours and use your fuckin head

We need new answers to the problems

And politics as we know it is not one of them

So it may as well be dead

And if it isn’t right now

Watch this space because it soon will be.

Somewhere beyond the stars


Tripping through waves of light

Dancing under moons so bright,

Cosmic journeys beyond our sight

Fill my heart with such wonder and delight,

In this quantum universal flight

I see with my own minds eye,

That you can’t cross the Great divide

Between death and between life,

It’s beautiful and yet so quiet

Beyond our reach, beyond our knowing,

I feel the spiritual love growing

Somewhere beyond the stars.

No one should live like this


Flickering light and damp walls

Mould growing up towards,

The ceiling where it spreads it’s spores for all,

To breathe in due to the atmospheric pall,

And in these conditions people live

There health is poor but they have to deal with it,

This is not humanitarian

This is not an acceptable way for any being,

To have to live there lives,

Not that society cares

For it is not a place that is equal or fair,

And any sense of kindness is rare

In this place where the is no bright lights and clean air.