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We seriously need
A reality check
To learn and educate
Ourselves in nature
And how to nurture it
So the everything on earth
Can finally be blessed.
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The meat
It drains your blood
Until dizzy in the head,
The aspic from your meat is still fresh
They’ll eat you away until nothing is left
Born for no much else but death,
Sinews and muscles all stretched and taut
A prize such as you is eagerly sought,
The flesh you wear so greedily bought
There was was no struggle when you were caught,
Stress only cheapens your meat
Waited until you were tired and weak,
Outlook was always so bleak
Did you ever have the feeling you were free?
It’s a mystery to me why we crave the meat
Pan fried, roasted in the heat,
That is life of a nightmarish scene
So much preparation to make everything clean,
For the slaughtered.
Never too far from the ground
Round and round,
Always going up,
Yet somehow
Never leaving the ground,
Pushing up, pushing on
The repetition,
The moving upward
Without any progress,
What if we were to stop?
If we were to look round?
See we’ve barely even left the ground,
Would it be so bad
Just take a look around,
See everyone’s doing the same thing
And getting nowhere.
So if we were to stop
And decide to break free,
If we decided this is not for me,
If we were to snap out
Of the nightmarish scene,
Would it cause life to start crumbling down
And if it did,
Because we no longer go around,
There would be little damage
For as always,
We are too close to the ground,
For much damaged to be wreaked
By this simple deed,
Of breaking out,
Of breaking free,
And gaining release.
Stepping up
How do we take
The next step up in life
When we find our creativity
Within our conscious mind
When we find through introspection
What it is we need to do
How do we get others seeing
Just what it is we do
We can only put it out there
And bare our heart and soul
Give it all you can
And let everything go
Then just hope it is enough
For others to sit up and take note
That there is more out there
Than we could ever know
And that discovering your voice
Through any creative means
Defines great opportunities
And helps achieve your dreams
Yet I guess it all comes down
To perseverance and to luck
But it’s also about holding on
And it’s all about the trust
That self belief in what you do
Is important in everyway
Focus on your goals
Do not give up along the way.
Have too pay for your art
Worst thing about being poor to day
Is if you want your book edited
Then you have to pay
If you want it reviewed
Then the story is the same
I am sorry my friend but you have to pay
Need any help sure
But can you pay?
It’s not easy being a poor writer making your way
Maybe that’s why the shelves in bookshops are paved
With celebrity ramblings
Because the can pay
Sorry if this sounds bitter in many ways
But I can see why it is so hard to break through as an author today
Publishers only want certainties
And that’s what you get I guess with books by celebrities
To few breakthrough authors like JK Rowlings
Who some one took a chance on now she’s every publishers darling
Good to see it can be achieved
But I wonder if she paid to get things moving.
He partakes in a little tipple
Excuse me while I partake in a little tipple
I love alcohol he said like I used to love the nipple
As a baby my he said could not wean me off
And now as an alcoholic I am lost
He still craved to suckle in some primal way
He missed his mother’s breast and milk in a baby way
Maybe his addiction came through this
Now he’s and alcoholic spending all of his time pissed
Maybe if he sobered up he would see what he missed
And he did this once in the late seventies
And spent the eighties trying to repent
For all the wrong things he did while hell bent
Defeating all the demons that being sober exposed
So he went back to alcohol to strength his resolve.
No honour in your tribal wars
People pledge fealty
To nations in tribal belief,
Waging wars of power and greed
Plant the xenophobic seeds,
Right wing, left wing same old thing
Lends itself to being extreme,
I won’t let this divisive nature define me,
It’s the cause of humanity hating,
It’s the reason for the fighting,
Over power and territory,
Over old religious stories,
In the name of valour and glory,
Same old ignorance it just bores me,
Lie about the wars causes
No cause is can justify genocide,
Or oppressing other peoples lives,
No cause can make death legitimate
There is no honour built from hate,
You can keep your violent ways
Left wing, right wing all the same,
Religious dogma always to blame
I won’t partake in your tribal games.
Build a sanctuary
If I had a mallet
I’d build shelters for the homeless,
I’d build places of sanctuary
Safe havens in which to live,
If only I had a mallet
And the skills to use it,
I’d decimate my life to this
If I only had a mallet
I could build a better world for everyone to live
Via:Daily Prompt: Mallet
A life of repetition
Every day is a struggle
But that doesn’t mean we should give up
Every day is hard
And we never have no luck
Yet carry on we will
As carry on we must
Even though every day
Can seem so repetitive
And hard though it is
To struggle with the mundane
Our job is keep going
And try and try again
While sharing love
And shining light
With compassion in our hearts
We won’t let this world
In which we live
Tear us all apart
I will fight for you
And you can fight for me
And we will rise above
The struggles and we will succeed
To make a life of happiness
That we can all enjoy
A place and time in which I know ow that we can all rejoice.
Screaming
I hear screams of despair
I hear screams of pain,
I search around from place to place,
Only to find nothing
Did it come from outer space,
As it filled my head and my everyday,
I searched and I hunted
Trying to find anything
That may explain this
But everywhere I looked
And everyway I turned,
Nothing seem to come to light
And I started to yearn,
For the solitude and quiet
Away from all these screams,
Was it a nightmare?
Was it a dream?
Then one day I turned to someone
And asked them to help me
And they asked why I didn’t know
It is me that screams,
For all of the despair
And all of the pain,
Is what is deep within in me
And that I am going insane,
Then along came the people to lock me away
And now I find myself in psychiatric cell
Living every moment in my very own hell.
