They say that pain lessens, with the passing of the years.
They say that your heart mends, with the flow of your tears.
They say that your mind adjusts, to repair all your fears
They tell you this, all straight-faced, do they believe their ears ?

The deceptions of the shallow.
The pain they seek to find.
Can't they see their transparency ?
How obvious is their mind ?

They tell you that the meek will inherit the earth, in the end.
They tell you to wear their yokel, for they really are your friend.
They tell you that they have you in mind, in everything they intend.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, do they think you're round the bend?

Their actions shout out loudly.
Their cover flaps in the breeze.
They duck and dive relentlessly.
Standing out amongst the trees.

They teach you their way of thinking, just to help you along.
They teach you how to sing correctly, so you can sing the family song.
They teach you how to live your lives, the meaning of the gong.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, they swear they know right from wrong.

They think, therefore they are.
That's what they need to believe.
They feel they need to control you.
Would they like what they'd receive ?

They say there is only one path, you must follow it to your grave.
They say their is only one answer, and you will know it if you're brave.
They say it is the way it's done, no matter how much you save.
They tell you this, all straight-faced, it's normality that they crave.

Here endeth the lesson,
Did you learn anything today ?
Did you gain a grain of knowledge ?
There's nothing else that I can say.

A man, sits on a chair, in a room,
and he says, "this is not normal"
and he is right

A woman gets on a bus and pays her fare
she has the right change,
and she thinks, "what are the odds"
and she is right

A child comes in from school, sits down for their tea
at the table, with mom dad and brothers three
and they gasp, "this is unnatural"
and they are right

For nature has no rooms, has no chairs,
There are no buses to where you will go,
You will not sit down for any tea,
nor will brothers three
For that is not normal
And I am right

Can anybody hear me ?
IS IT BETTER IF I SHOUT
Can you even hear a whisper ?
Is there a mike about ?

AHH, THAT'S BETTER.
NOW, I STAND A CHANCE.
AHEM, EXCUSE ME,
CAN I INTERRUPT YOUR DANCE ?

I don't know if you care,
About the hunger and the pain.
The poor, the old, the needy,
Those with no hope to gain.

I don't care what you think of me.
I care about what I write.
I care about everybody.
I care about our plight.

'Our planet is dying',
'The world is going to end'
'Don't bother to listen son,
They're completely round the bend.'

STOP. Back up a bit,
That's where the teaching starts.
From the innocence of childhood,
We soon are forced apart.

I know you already know this.
I know it's widely known,
But man is the only creature,
Who hunts for pleasure alone.

What's even worse than that ?
How much lower can we go ?
Man is the only creature,
Who hunts his own for show.

We have a long history,
Of struggle and desire to gain,
But now that we've got here,
Let's try to ease the pain.

Surely we're now old enough,
For maturity to set in.
Let's learn about our surroundings,
Let global teaching begin.

The start is already behind us.
Our stride should lengthen fast.
Let's teach a greater awareness,
Learn progress from our past.

I don't know if you heard me,
Or if you understood any bit.
A lonely cry across the void,
Does silence obliterate it ?

Why can't the sighted see ?
What excuses do they hear ?
What source their well of happiness ?
What lenses distort the fear ?

How can they enjoy their life ?
How do they live at all ?
How do they pay the price ?
How do they stand to fall ?

How many lines does it take,
To make them want to know ?
To show them their reality,
Educate them for tomorrow ?

I wish I had it in me,
To make you understand.
Agreement is your own choice.
Fist before the hand ?

Follow me, follow me, c'mon follow me,
Don't stop. Keep up. Almost there.
Almost through the skull.
Finally, just the hair.

WHAM!
Out, you come, let's go, places to be.
Hold tight, forget your eyes,
There's nothing that you can 'see'.

The outside is in your head,
Where do you want to go ?
Do you want to be there now,
Or shall we take it slow ?

Ok, lets start again,
Follow me, c'mon lets run.
Now, forget about your feet,
Let's fly instead, it's fun.

So, where do you want to go?
Choose any time or place.
Anywhere you can imagine,
Wearing any face.

How about Paris ?
London ? Or Rome ?
It's gotta be sunset,
The seas a golden foam.

Can you see the Eiffel ?
Is it still a wondrous sight ?
Does it matter that it's a thought ?
Does it lose an inch of height ?

Why are we still here,
Bedazzled by this place?
We've got the world to choose from,
And then there's outer space.

Wanna see an Alien ?
Our Big Bang from up close ?
Focus your mind.
What do you want the most ?

Let go of my hand.
Totter a tiny stride.
Gain your solo wings.
Lift feet, glide.

Fly,fly, off you go,
Into the dawn of mind.
Take unlimited freedom.
Choose what you will find.

Wake up, gotta go,
Reality closing in fast.
Rise from your slumber,
But let your dreams last.

Can you see the rock ?
The tiny rock,
A minescule fragment of stone.

Can you feel the rock ?
Touch the rock,
Abandoned so far from home ?

Can you understand the rock ?
Comprehend the rock,
Follow the path of its brain ?

Can you envision the years ?
The passing years,
Eroding away in the rain.

Can you accept the fact,
See the act,
Derive meaning that is sound ?

Can you believe the tears ?
The alien fears,
View life from the ground ?

And after all the above,
Hours of love,
Educated to another plane.

Would it hurt you less,
Time to confess,
When stone, that rock remains ?

This poem is dedicated to PoolBoy - the oldest of the bulls

It's funny we should be stood here young un.
This very spot, upon this hill.
For this is where yer grand pa brought me.
To teach me of lifes thrill.

Looking down over those green pastures,
The ones you see below.
He taught me that speed isn't always right.
There's times to take it slow.

The slower route may not look tempting.
You may want to run ahead,
But sometimes it feels much better,
To take it slow instead.

I laughed at your grand pa's words,
And raced down through the trees.
Shooting across the greenest of pastures.
Creating my own breeze.

Now I understand what he meant,
When he shared those words with me.
For I have become the old bull,
So I know what it is you see.

His words truly were of wisdom,
Full of the knowledge of his days,
But advice isn't for the young,
They're consumed by lifes blaze.

So off you run young un.
Through the trees you flit.
I'm just gonna take a slower route,
I'll meet you in a bit.

Why do we do this ?
What is it all for ?
Why do we kill each other ?
Is a book worth a war ?

Take a look at yourself,
At what it is you do.
Should you really be killing others ?
Should they be trying to kill you ?

In all of your various books,
This message stands out clear.
Off all of your Gods creations,
Humanity is held the most dear.

You say you are a believer.
That you follow a righteous path.
Your excuse for your atrocities ?
You're executing your Gods wrath.

This "all powerful" figurehead,
Who created all within sight,
Leads you to killing other humans.
Is that really a guiding light ?

I truly hope your God exists,
For I hope the day will come,
When you kneel before Him in judgement,
When He totals up your sum.

The passion of your convictions is admirable,
But your actions leave me aghast.
The pointless waste of any life,
Should become part of our past.

Why do we still do this ?
What is it all for ?
Why do we still kill each other ?
Is a book worth a war ?

Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do you think you'll get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?

Do you have any quiet moments,
When you're brain ceases to play ?
Do you know sound of silence,
When your mind has no say ?

Do you think you are the lucky one,
Not to think at all ?
Do you think the peace and quiet,
Is better than the bawl ?

Do you enjoy the lull in the storm ?
The harbour we seek to find ?
The quiet lapping of the waters,
In the tempest of your mind ?

What about the sailor,
Fighting for his life ?
Does he know that he's alive,
Amongst this deadly strife ?

You know his pulse is racing.
Pumped full of life's thrill.
Do you think that it matters,
That he knows the sea can kill ?

A cruel and heartless mistress,
A killer without mind.
And yet he sails upon her,
For the pleasures he will find.

Those stormy violent moments,
When your wits are all you own.
The music of life in your ears,
Whilst you dance this waltz alone.

This is when you're alive,
When you're pitched against the hill.
When death is laughing at you,
And you laugh at the thrill.

All your nerves on fire,
Your mind alight with glee.
Thinking always thinking,
But never thinking to flee.

Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do want to get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?

Do you think that the Gemans are bad ?
A jews life in the chambers is spent.
And all because they just weren't,
A blonde haired, blue eyed, Aryan gent?

We call them for their history.
For such attrocities they surely must pay ?
They killed millions of people.
The Civilised just don't act that way.

Hmmmmmmmm, please let me scroll back,
Through the annals of our brief life.
Back, not that far at all.
Till England was the cause of strife.

We "owned" three quarters of the planet,
The "Caffas" were there to be ruled.
We just had to snap our fingers.
Just who was it that we fooled ?

Like the Romans and Vikings before us,
We set forth to conquer our world.
Its a shame that we never just sat back,
To watch how the play unfurled.

Once again we now strive forward,
To quieten this threat that we see.
If we truly believed the words we spoke
Would Irelend be left quite so free ?

We emphasise the deliverence from evil,
We destroy the plant at it's root
And yet the civilised english,
Still think that ireland's under the boot.

We'll never know,
who's right, who's wrong,
What it is that history reveals.

We'll never know,
If our path is right.
We only know how it feels.

You can only go,
Through your life,
Doing what you think is right.

If you think
You're losing track,
Follow the righteous light.

I don't mean,
"God's" emphemeral shine
For that would not be me

Just follow yourself.
Do what's right.
I believe in you, you see ?

Forever and now hereafter,
What you see is the way it goes
Do you want a part of this ?
Is this the way you strove ?

Is this the goal that you sought ?
The trophy to top them all ?
Is the prize worth the price ?
Does the world think you played "ball" ?

Excuse yourself not unto others,
Just live with your choices alone.
You, of all, know what's right for you.
You know what's close to the bone.

I do not say that I am the true word.
I would never make this claim,
But please can you tell me,
How war will achieve your aim ?

No mattter which side you're on,
A bullet convinces me not.
You may be right,
You may be wrong.
But you shouldn't have fired a shot.

For don't you see how it goes,
No winner is ever absolute.
You have some fans.
And some that aren't.
But your empire will never bear fruit.

I just wish that I had them all,
The answers, we think, we need
To try and solve,
All our faults.
Maybe even earn a reprieve.

No matter what sense I talk,
No matter what you hear.
Do you think,
That I can change,
What it is that you fear ?

Until then,
How else can you act,
'Cept to strike first and hard ?

How else,
Can this pan out ?
To late, you've played your card.

Do you believe in hope, destiny or fate ?
Or do you believe in pain, jealousy and hate ?
If you could choose, from the above list
Which would you choose, which would you dismiss ?

For without hope, there's no reason to live,
No chance for the future, no happiness to give,
No more sunny days, the end of the years,
Move along now people, there's nothing to hear.

But surely a life where only good times are had,
Would wear you out, just as fast as the bad.
For without the ions, the electron dies,
And that is where our existence lies.

So have some hope when your feeling low.
Have hope that one day these times will go.
Have hope, one day things will be good,
But also hope, they'll be as bad as they should.

Brains or Brawn

Madness all around me.
Craziness fills my head.
Do they really convince themselves,
True, once it's said ?

Scary they have control,
Choice, Death or life.
They care for no others.
The first, always strife.

What joy in pain to others ?
Where's the fun in that ?
What buzz level is anguish ?
Does the high take off your hat ?

Sit and think about your life.
The hunger. The thirst. The pain.
Easier to unload unto others,
Your 'strongest', 'course you should gain.

'It's the law of natural selection,
The strongest always survive'.
You only have one weakness,
You'll never, truly, be live.

It's hard to appreciate nature,
When it's trampled underfoot.
Hard to see the joys and wonders,
When you cover it all with soot.

So who is this terrible Enemy ?
This nemesis of Your clan ?
Who DARES enter Your territory ?
Just another, insignificant man.

Laughable, isn't he ?
A puny, scrawny, wimp !
He only has one weapon,
And that's to make you think.

It's hard to fight ghosts,
Impossible to fight a dream.
The harder that you strike,
The more minds will scream.

When your ears are finally opened.
Your madness finally released,
Your strength tempered with wisdom,
The prize ?    Total piece.

Aurora Angel ? That's a laugh !
To those of you who've felt her wrath,
Watched her turn into a blazing fire.
If it's aimed at you, your situation's dire !

Would you like to know her, be her friend ?
Or would she just drive you round the bend ?
What's the outcome ? What do you decide ?
Do you shout "She's my friend" with a hint of pride ?

I do.
For I know an Angel known by few.
Full of laughter, happiness and joy I find,
Compassionate, caring, helpful and kind.

The fire of her rage is awesome to see,
Consuming the idiots who chose not to flee !
Such intensity soon burns all available fuel.
They don't burn for long, those facile fools ;-)

But this is a double edged sword I believe.
Two sides to its blade, two marks it leaves.
The other side cuts just as deep and fast.
The marks it makes, are made to last.

The soothing touch, the caring word
The reaching out to pain that's heard.
Your worries wear her to the bone.
Your troubles shouldered as her own.

With few complaints, many words of fun,
She continues along lifes path at a run.
Laden down by a burden that's felt by few
Is it any wonder that her anger grew ?

For she has problems of her own, you see,
Caring for her man, the renowned Pb !
A burden she carries, along with the rest,
This burden she sees, as her Gods test.

So if, occasionally, she has to give vent
Just run away, 'til the fire is spent ;-)
But when the flames have died and cooled
Come back and tell her that you're not fooled

For you know she's an angel, a gleaming light,
Someone to point to, to show what's right.
Someone who rings you at 6am !!!!!!!
Just to hear you say "Hi" to her once again.

Would I trade this angel for one with wings ?
Who sits on a cloud, plays a harp and sings ?
With only acts of kindness, joy and care,
With no anger or hate or anything not fair ?

No.