Unconscious bias

Under there
You learn
Not to care
Not to be fair
To stare
With unconscious bias

Your eyes
Deep down
You repeat the lies
Of unconscious bias

You put me
On your hit list
You grab me
In your stone fist
But when asked
You don’t know why

You take away
My identity
You demonize me
You make me pay
With your
Unconscious bias

Cancel culture

It’s become the norm
It’s a brain worm
Called cancel culture

Take your judgement seat
In the courtroom of the tweet
It’s a new kind of vulture
Called cancel culture

From neighbour in the street
To critic of the police
If you say what you feel
And your friend disagrees
You will get cancelled out
No one cares what its about
It spreads like a fire
It transmits from it holy spire
It cancel culture

A prejudice
Is easy to spread
When you use
The internet
Judge not me
But judge yourself
Care about
What comes out your mouth
That it isn’t
Cancel culture

Slow death blues

I’m living in a slow death country
That’s part of a slow death world
I’m living with a slow death woman
I’m living with the slow death blues

The rich own all the factories
The rich own all the farms
The poor survive on benefits
Listening to the slow-death alarms

It was true about billy Hogarth
It was true about billy Blake
It was true about billy turner
that the whole world is a fake

You could say that I’m not happy
You could say that I’m dissatisfied
You could say I woke up feeling bad
To a whole world full of lies

in the words of Tom Paxton “we all have to feel bad sometimes “.

song: Until I sing

I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing
I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing
What’s the plan, where to go
follow a dream
Or follow you
I don’t know what I’m doing
Until I sing

I don’t know where I’m going
Until I sing
I don’t know where I’m going
Until I sing
To cover the world in feet of clay
To get somewhere
Then go away
I don’t know here I’m going
Until I sing

I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing
I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing
To hold the whole world
In my hand
But I’ll never understand
I don’t know who I’m with
Until I sing

I don’t know who I love
Until I sing
I don’t know who I love
Until I sing
Love I like a foreign word
For acting strange
For knot in cord/for thing absurd
I don’t know who I love
Until I sing

I don’t know how I feel
Until I sing
I won’t know how I feel
Until I sing
Sing for something in my soul
All this pain
I’ve had zo long
I won’t know how I feel
Until I sing

this is about how, someone has been emotionally traumatized and are unsure of their feelings

here is a Sibelius PDF and audio file of my song

Born too late

After the feast was over
When the boulders had crashed onto the table
And the birds came out to eat the crumbs
And the snake coiled itself up to sleep
And the rebuilding work was underway
And the naked bodies hung in the sky like rain
And the blood of the meat was splashed like graffiti on the wall
And the wine could not find another vein
And all the hero’s had left their seats and gone their separate ways
And the dust settled right up to the roof
And we wandered about the sand with only the myth
And we looked for the gate that was gone
And we searched for the table that was sawdust
And hope took us into the wilderness like starving sheep
And the signs pointed to a storm out at sea
And darkness finally covered over our bones
And the epitaphs on our tombs read – born too late

once again I was thinking about the decade of the 1960’z when we were overloaded with a cultural feast, up to today, when it’s obvious that it’s gone for good now.

The hour of eternity

The clouds rain down
On the root
Ending their journey
Along the rainbow road

People are getting ready
To leave
Unpacking their raincoats
From their pockets

Suddenly, zo suddenly
The sun is shining
In every pool

Wild flowers
Open up to the sky
This is the hour
Of eternity

this started With a what if idea about the the cloud/rain cycle

His Cold air

His air spreads out
Fast like in an explosion
Then you hear the sound
His spirit explodes in anger
And you can feel the blast
Of cold air rush past you
So strong is his outburst
That it shocks the air
And it feels cold like a ghost
And you know
That a second later
The chill will touch your very heart

sometimes I feel I can sense when someone is going to be angry

A poet writes

A poet writes
His mature poetry

After the world has imposed
Its rules on him

the rules are the academic rules


They told me
It was time
And that time
Never ended
But someone had to be there
To turn the hourglass over

And zo I turned it over
And watched the quicksand draining

Slipping, caught by gravity
Ending full and ready
To start again
The journey
That it had lived
Zo many times before

Tired of the hourglass
I left it in its stable
In the stillness of the light that shines
Beside the rocking ocean

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