Letter to Santa
Dear Father Christmas
I do not want lots of
gifts
I am not writing to
you
With my usual Christmas
list
This year it is
different
There’s just one
thing I would like
And it’s not a new
computer
Or the latest
mountain bike
Please Santa can you
help me
For I do not want a
toy
Could you turn me
into something
Other than a little
boy
Because every little
boy
Grows up and then
becomes a man
And it’s men who
cause the problems
That are ruining God’s
plan
It’s men who kill the
animals
And fight in all the
wars
In all the bad news I
have seen
It’s men who are the
cause
I haven’t got a mummy
And I haven’t got a
dad
No-one here will miss
me
So no-one will be sad
So Santa can you help
me
Can you make my wish
come true?
Could you turn me
into an elf
Then take me home
with you?
A Painful Truth
A figure of death
Looms over the land
A nuclear scythe
Is borne in his hand
Wearing a mantle
Of consuming fire
He lights for our world
A funeral pyre
I flee in terror
But find no escape
For all of this land
Shows signs of his rape
Where-ever I go
He is always there
Stripping the land
And leaving it bare
I hear his cruel laughter
A malicious sound
While his victim’s corpses
Are thick on the ground
He’s dealing out death
And pain on a whim
There can be no way
Of hiding from him
But now I am running
So desperate to hide
For I’ve glimpsed a truth
I cannot abide
The horror flows through me
For now I can see
There is no escape
This figure is me!
God Save the Children
God save the children
From the troubles of
this life
Shield them and
protect them
From the heartache
and the strife
God save the children
Dry their tears when
they cry
When the world
mistreats them
Do not turn a blinded
eye
God save the children
Cold and lonely in
life’s rain
Shelter them and feed
them
They just don’t
deserve the pain
God save the children
Do not listen to the
lie
Of those who’d
exploit them
Do not let the
children die
God save the children
All our hopes they
will fulfil
Some-one has to save
them
As no-body down
here will...
Mice or Men?
You may call this
life a rat race
But to me the only
rats
Are the ones in
spangled uniforms
Or suits and bowler
hats
The rest of us are
only mice
All chained to life’s
tread-mill
While the rats ride
on the gravy train
And eat and drink
their fill
They are living in
the manner
They have grown
accustomed to
While the masses pay
in blood and sweat
For the lifestyle of
the few
They enjoy all of
life’s comforts
Never wanting for
their needs
While the masses live
in penury
Victims of their
leader’s greed
To them our fate is
just a game
As they play dice
with our souls
The masses are
expendable
To their power crazy
goals
And when the final
war arrives
They will be the first
to hide
In concrete bunkers
down below
While the masses burn
outside
Don’t you think it’s
time to show them
Whether we are mice
or men?
We should put the
rats back in their cage
And then try to start
again
Morbidity
I have a dream, a fantasy
Where all men live in harmony
An end to pain and enmity
A new birth for humanity
Each day I wake reluctantly
And come back to reality
I look around in misery
And see the true insanity
A world ruled by brutality
Supported by complacency
We`re in the grip of tyranny
Choked by our own misanthropy
The masses in obscurity
Condemned to live in poverty
A life of harsh severity
The cruelest immorality
Each day a new atrocity
Will reach new depths of cruelty
We`re sinking into savagery
A slow death for humanity
Nemesis
Looming shadows
drawing near
Darkness borne on
wings of fear
Foot-steps echo close
behind
Conjured spectres
plague your mind
Lurking in the
endless night
Stalking you as you
take flight
As your nerve breaks
start to run
Race of Death has now
begun
Icy breath,
spine-chilling touch
Blood runs cold,
cadaver’s clutch
A tightened grip, you
can’t break loose
You’re hanging in a
rigid noose
Your chest is tight,
your heart expands
You’re clawing at
those vice-like hands
You know your heart
can’t take the strain
You’re blinded by its
bursting pain
You feel your soul is
fading fast
Your life’s events
are flashing past
There is no need to
struggle now
You know this pain
will end somehow
With open arms
embrace Death’s bliss
You can’t escape your
Nemesis
No Compost Mennis
There are toys in my attic
But the marbles have gone
There is no-body up there
But the light is still on
Though the lift is still working
It won’t go to the top
A screw has worked itself loose
And it made the lift stop
There are bats in my belfry
And their chatter has no end
So I climbed off my rocker
Up the pole and round the bend
Now I’m free, out to lunch
All the fairies are there
We’re dining with the Hatter
And the rabid March Hare
Paper Dreams
Two headed horses
climb the walls
The panther stalks
the bubbled balls
Dead flowers grow
across my bed
Ten fingers crossed
by hand that bled
Glass tigers gamble
in the stream
The unicorn rides
through a dream
Blue thunder clouds
roll cross the sky
Beneath the watchful
wizard`s eye
The bottled gold,
unwanted stands
Untouched by mortal
human hands
And silent standing
all around
Toxic tubes rise from
the ground
The light above will
soon grow dim
The time will come to
sink or swim
The dolphin smiled,
the angel cried
Certificates for
those who died
In crystal castles on
the hill
They’re blind to all
the blood they spill
In pidgeon holes, in
shadowed rows
Where heroes hide
between Death’s toes
And china lemmings on
the edge
Stand in line to take
the pledge
The infant smiling on
the dead
The Devil bearing
words unsaid
And on the moon the
sleeping clown
Dreams of stars and
falling down
Picture formed in empty
air
Fades above the empty
chair
White coat drifting
through the door
Floating two feet
from the floor
A fleeting pain
beneath the skull
And once again the
world grows dull
The face behind the
glass looks on
Until this paper
dream is gone
Poppy Petals
Lonely dripping
scarlet tears
Spread their stain
across the years
Silent rivulets of
blood
Go unnoticed in the
mud
Blood stained crosses
stand in rows
As the single bugle
blows
Poppy petals in the
breeze
Hide the unseen
agonies
By the rusty barbed
wire fence
Water fills the empty
trench
Where so much young
blood was spilt
And yet the guilty
feel no guilt
Prosperity Calls
We’re ready to blast
There’s no need to worry
The mountain will last
This rubble is needed
For factory walls
We’ve no time to rest
Prosperity calls
Stoke up the furnace
Don’t let the fire die
Keep the coal coming
An endless supply
We must keep producing
There’s more fuel to burn
The darkness at noon
Is not our concern
There’s no time to rest
There’re more trees to fell
The more we cut down
The more we can sell
It’s all they are good for
They’re dead anyway
Soaked in pollution
To wither away
Send out the trawlers
With wall of death nets
There must be an hour
Before the sun sets
We have to work harder
The only solution
There’s less fish to catch
That’s man’s contribution
The pressure is mounting
Our profits are down
There’s no time for sleeping
Get up off the ground
There’s so little time left
We have to get on
Why is it so dark?
Where has our world gone?
Pulvis et Umbra Sumus
A numbness fills this
earthly shell
As darkness fills my
mind
My eyes are open wide
and yet
These mortal orbs are
blind
A distant rythm, soft
and slow
It`s echoes gliding
past
The future slowly
fades into
Old memories that
don`t last
The fading but
persistant beat
Not easily ignored
Attempts to bind pure
thought inside
This shell that never
soared
The echoes slowly
fade away
Forgotten for a time
The silence settles
like a shroud
As chains of thought
unwind
A key turns in a
hidden lock
A darkness shrouded
door
Now opens bleeding
golden light
The shadow starts to
soar
Then suddenly that
distant beat
The pile of dust it
calls
A shadow beckoned
back to pain
And walking dusty
halls
Renewal
What is this pain
within my head?
Am I alive or am I
dead?
Why am I lost in
endless night?
What is that blinding
golden light?
Who is that distant
silhouette?
Recalled from
memories I forget
And why do echoes
beckon me
To walk into that
light I see?
But why am I now
falling?
Whose voice do I hear
calling?
It’s dragging me, I’m
sinking
I feel as though I’m
shrinking
What is that rhythmic
thumping?
What is this fluid pumping?
What is this fluid pumping?
Why am I filled with
so much dread?
What is that pressure
on my head?
It pulls me from my
waking dream
I open up my eyes and
scream...
Runaway Train
Happy haddock, willow tree
Humpty dumpty, silver sea
Ping pong, bunny, apple pie
Singing haystack, purple sky
Little teapot, grinning cat
Talking horses, silly hat
Parcels, ribbons,tiny tots
Sky blue pink with polka dots
Roasted peanuts, candyfloss
Silver moonlight, springy moss
Rainy mondays, growing grass
Snakes in apples made of glass
Rocket, lolly, unicorn
Bugle, trumpet, rhino horn
Mary poppins, poppy seed
Bill and Ben and little weed
Wibble, wibble, blibble blime
Honey suckle, twist of lime
Silly sausage, carrot top
Pc Plod and Mrs Mop
Ivor engine, rousing song
Hanging baskets, Babylon
Wizard, fairy, crimson grape
Icy snowflake, sticky tape
Milky, milky, gooey cake
Yellow roses, frying stake
Choking laughter, falling star
Deafened by a bridge too far
Floating sofa, fishing gnome
Smokey bacon running home
Howdy doody Mr Spoon
Comfy ceiling, tiny room
Birdies tweeting, bouncing ball
River deep and building tall
Spotty toadstools, angel sings
Brainy badger, ravens wings
Giant beanstalk, puss-in-boots
Mother Goose in big black boots
Scented candles, ticking clock
Climb the ladder, on the block
Round in circles, chase your tail
Falling ashtray, sirens wail
Cabbage corner, smoking joint
Woven basket, needle point
Wedding bells for dusty bin
Bright confetti, creeping sin
Dancing oysters, pea green boat
Bright balloons, they bounce and float
Snowball fights in sylvan woods
Burning crosses, pointy hoods
Teeter-totter, swinging tyre
Metal monsters, spitting fire
Gaudy pennants, coloured plumes
Silent children, cloying fumes
Jingle, jingle, sleigh bell rings
Rising waters, acid stings
Test-tube babies, empty beds
Missing limbs and extra heads
Smiling faces, staring eyes
Crawling beetles, buzzing flies
Mellow music, padded white
Baggy trousers, jacket tight
Platitudes, a bright new pin
Oblivion is closing in...
Savage in a Suit
You think you are so civilised
But it is time you realised
How easily cracks can appear
In your so finely groomed veneer
We’re just a couple of meals away
From anarchy, so experts say
I’m sure you doubt this can be true
So I’ll try to enlighten you
The basic instinct in us all
Before which all the others fall
Is that to keep yourself alive
At all costs you have to survive
Imagine now some future date
When all the world’s long pent-up hate
Erupts into the final war
The Establishment exists no more
The things you take for granted now
They are no longer there somehow
No petrol for your fancy car
Well, am I getting through so far?
No food will reach your local store
Your power and water flow no more
Gangs and looters roam the night
Now there is no electric light
But things will go from bad to worse
With worthless money in your purse
No matter, there’s no food to buy
And anyway, the end is nigh
Soon shortages will start to bite
Out on the streets the people fight
For any food that does arrive
Remember, they have to survive
At first the law enforcers try
But soon they start to wonder why
They bother with a fruitless quest
They’re in the same boat as the rest
And that is when the end will start
When our society falls apart
No-one to keep the mob in check
The rats have left the sinking wreck
They talk of concrete jungles now
But they just don’t compare somehow
To millions of our charming race
Competing in a real rat race
Countless starving millions dying
On the streets the corpses lying
And those unlucky ones alive
With only one thought, to survive
Could you survive this brave new world
When anarchy's flag is unfurled?
Or would you just curl up and die
Cowering as your children cry?
The Jumper
I have out-lived my usefulness
Rejected to my loneliness
Discarded here upon the shelf
My only company, myself
It is a dreadful truth to see
To know that no-body wants me
Of this sad fact there is no doubt
Who'd want me now, I’m too worn out
Before me now my life is played
As I sit here with edges frayed
Each fibre of my being stretched
My misery in creases etched
Unravelling, I wonder why
It came to this, I start to cry
I long for peace in endless sleep
With eyes closed, off the cliff I leap
The Treatment
Alone I sit within my room
So small and painted white
Walls padded like my mother’s womb
And lit by blinding light
Some-one behind, I don’t know whom
Then draws my jacket tight
Into my view strange faces loom
And tell me it’s alright
A needle’s jab brings torpid doom
So small and painted white
Walls padded like my mother’s womb
And lit by blinding light
Some-one behind, I don’t know whom
Then draws my jacket tight
Into my view strange faces loom
And tell me it’s alright
A needle’s jab brings torpid doom
It does not help to fight
They lock me in my sterile tomb
You think this soothes my plight?
Two Eyes
Two eyes are still closed tightly
To the beauty of this earth
A face still glistens brightly
From the miracle of birth
Two eyes, a flickered movement
As a new life is unfurled
But the wonder of this moment
Is just wasted on this world
Two eyes begin to open
And in wonder gaze around
Youth's bud begins to ripen
As those eyes grow big and round
Two eyes born out of innocence
See the world with rosey hue
Still blind to all the violence
And the evil that men do
Two eyes are filled with anger
As they open to the truth
The mirror holds a stranger
Something missing from their youth
Two eyes now disillusioned
And ashamed of their own kind
In a torment of confusion
Now they wish they were still blind
Two eyes have now grown cynical
Against this world of pain
They've reached and passed life's pinnacle
And soon will close again
Two eyes are quickly dimming
And their light is fading fast
The world about is swimming
As they look into the past
Two eyes now close forever
At their owner's final breath
In that face like wrinkled leather
Lying peacefully in death
Waking Nightmare
I feel my mind is slowly lifting
Through hidden doors dark shades are drifting
Last ghosts of quickly fading dreams
Retreating forms of silent screams
In momentary silence lying
With unseen nightmare spectres dying
My drowsy sleep-thick mind is idling
Why is the air so warm and stifling?
I open up my eyes to see
But all is black, how can this be?
How can there be no shred of light?
My god, could I have lost my sight?
Why do I feel so stiff and sore?
Why am I lying on the floor?
So hard to move my arms from rest
Why are they folded on my chest?
I raise my hand to test eyes flawed
My knuckles graze against rough board
My elbows knock restricting sides
With horror then I realise
Like half-remembered memories
Nghtmarish echoes surge with ease
From dark recesses of my brain
Where they were locked to save me pain
I hear the grieving mourners moaning
The distant solemn voice is droning
Of how life can be so unjust
Ash to ash and dust to dust
But these spectres are from no dream
No-one can hear but still I scream
My heart is filled with icy dread
They’ve buried me, BUT I`M NOT DEAD!
