she wanders in the night
across the land
searching for her memories
looking for who she is
no castle was strong enough to hold her
no city
offered enough
to keep her
she was lost in herself
she was free in herself
to forget and to wander
but no matter
how far she wandered
she still felt the fire
the ashes in her heart
the coldness of midnight
so she returned
to the broken walls
to broken windows
to flowers, guitars and shadows
intermingled
with wounds and blood and love
there has been a battle
against the world
there has been a losing battle
the world rises like leviathan
and keeps rising
and searching for innocent blood
in every corner
in every island
the world leaves its mark
with blood and tears
the world leaves scars and ruin
the world is a cancer
the world is a growth among humanity
the promises of the world are short
the gains of the world are shit
gain the world and lose the earth
gain the world and destroy your soul
the world is a slurry of mud
between ocean and mountain
the world is a monster
slithering onto land
give it a hand, haul it in land
put it on a pedestal, bow down to it
cry out and say to it
cry and and say
oh, what a world
I can’t fully explain
the English to you
it’s difficult to explain
what shaped them
the break with the pope
the beheading of a king
Cromwell’s revolution
the empire
the industrial revolution
the two world wars
it all took ordinary men
from their working lives
and put them into the infantry
century after century of conflict
has left a deep depression
the barrack room behaviour of everyday life
square bashing is in their souls
in wars right across the world
right across the centuries
they have been there
or put into factories
on a massive scale
to build railways and fleets of ships
going home to poor houses
going home to ragged families
drinking, church and smoke
I can’t live here
Where people put up mirrors
To watch me go by
It’s a town of mirrors
Without reflections
But of thoughts like watching anchors
While our reflections
Are left in the graveyard
Sailing through space
Is a boat full of water
Normally
Water is on the outside
But in space
It is kept on the inside
You do not see it
Mentioned in the constellations
The zodiac is full of giants
When they are thirsty
They send for it
And it sails
Into the harbour of stars
And immediately
Things come to life
Somewhere in space
Where the temperature is mild
There is water everywhere
Gushing out of nowhere
Rivers of water
Torrents and storms
Lakes and oceans
Suspended in space
And in between
Are the colours
Of the spectrum
Moving around
Like arrows
Like rainbows
Or like the northern lights
They saw me with you
They saw me with beauty
So they waited in the night
And beat me up on the road
And took you away
And put you in a cage
They did not behave like men
They were robbers
They wanted you for a jewel
In their robbers crown
But the other jewels looked on
With shock and surprise
They backed out of the door
And fled into the night
Look at how the sun
Communicates with the earth
How it reels in its power
And with its nuclear fusion
It sends out light
The earth compared to the sun
Is like a grain of sand
On a beach ball
But sun light reaches earth
As sensitive as a fingerprint
On a window pane
It takes a great deal of love
To keep the earth alive
With just a second of bad temper
And the earth would become
A burnt crumb
Privilege is often blighted by arrogance
that sounds dull and hollow
-But a bird lost and abandoned
Will make the sweetest sound
This too is an extinction of humanity
Even man is made extinct by man
Everything has to fit into his carryall
Anything that does not fit is hunted down
If a tiger dares to compare itself to man
If it dares to compete with the beauty of men
It is hunted down and killed
It is cornered and bulldozed
The world moves on in this fashion
From Cain to Chicago
The animals we call game are massacred
The weeds we don’t like are poisoned
Her accent is a thing of beauty
Like classical music from ancient Greece
If you listen to her talking
You’d think you were in a stately home
But she changes her accent because of prejudice
Because of people who associate it with privilege
Even though she is poor and overworked
They try to silence her beautiful speech
In any accent, there is beauty of sound
It depends entirely upon the heart of who speaks
All that matters is that you speak with good heart
Then you will outreach the tone-deaf and their envy
She lives in a bed-sit and she works like a slave
She’s the child of wealth, education and privilege
Their knowledge gave her nothing
Without being loved it is all for nothing
But once you fall out of the nest
It’s hard to get back in
But still I hear her beautiful accent
Not of an actress at the top
Not of a princess at a ball
But of a warrior queen
That sings like a nightingale
Thugs to me
Thugs
To me
Everywhere I go
Thugs to me
Thugs to me
In the rain
In the snow
There are thugs
About me
Thugs about me
They love
Their thuggery
Thugs
In the wool
Thug in the wine
Thugs in the water
Thug in time
Thugs
Thugs
Everywhere I go
Thugs
Thugs
Chewing
On rainbows
The thugs in long boats
Sailed to Lindisfarne
Drunk
First they peed
Then they made
The Christians bleed
And what for?
They worshiped the god of war
There’s a black vein
Running through society
Supplying evil to every brain
It was discovered
In the forest
By lovers
What a nice
Souvenir
Of our tryst
They dragged
It to the castle
On the crag
Not knowing
What they really had
Along came
A witch
She’d found
A perfect match
She grafted it in
And let the evil hatch
The sound of a gunshot
Gets people running
All over the world
Panic sets in
They can’t control their limb
Million
Fleeing
Just one bullet
The old colt pistol
A still in its case
It came
with the equipment
To make your own bullets
How innovative
How irresistible
When you’re out there
On the range
And you run out
Make your own
