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.