The cold, cold, war

The test pilot with goggle eyes
Flew the borders of our lives

The food hoarder with a crooked back
Protects the altar of our lies
On that altar the golden fleece
That’s all that’s left of extinct beast

The spy networks ring of gold
Is the holy grail of most men’s soul
The authors lips are spoken with
In sterile worlds in which to live

When general thumper pounds the desk
The peacemakers have no rest
The cold war ended but it just got colder
The fear and mistrust just got older

The tank commander rides the border
Trying to contain the social order
Great eyes in the sky focus down
At foreign leaders on the ground

People now work over time
To pay the cleaners to remove the slime
The bankers crawl through garden plots
They eat the money and leave the rot

Politicians kiss their hands
As culture and economy turn to sand
The cold wars ended we are told
But since, we feel even more cold

Scientific Nazi research
Bolstered war plans across the earth
Oil supplies are tainted red
From all the blood soaked to its bed

Children of social conflict scream
As chemical weapons devour their dreams
The winds of war blow from every side
The TV melts from genocide

The happiest people are the insane
The majority live in pain
The fear of death haunts young and old
Their freedoms rat gnawled rights are sold

The cold war ended so we’re told
But why does everything feel so cold

There is a dream to share our time
To help others, it all seems fine
But if the axles are not greased
The onward motion will just cease

And all the people in the van
Will stretch out their lily-white hands
And as they twist and turn and fall
And crash their free ride into a wall

The fires of youth sprang from the earth
An attempt at change began to work
But soon became a commodity
To by and sell what was almost free

To protect itself from loss of power
Plans were made in the darkest hour
To send in the mounted police
To break and tar and end the peace

At every exit stood the dogs
The trained beasts of Gog of Magog
As men and women tempers broke
And social protest just got choked

The cold war ended who said so
The cold war ended that’s a joke
It hasn’t ended it just changed sides
And everything has turned to ice

The working class are on their own
Their way of life, now turned to stone
As their insurance slowly erodes
A quiet breeze begins to blow

Soon their structures will start to feel
The truth about yet another new deal
As modern man now grabs his loot
Neanderthals will feel the boot

As governments use their force to subdue
All that was good, all that was new
They pick the flesh from people’s bones
And even evict the poor from their homes

And the cold war ended so long ago
But the land is covered in a fool of snow
The cold war was won, the wall came down
But an ice age has come to town

2013

A rambling maybe pessimistic portrait of post-cold war days

Metal poisoning

Metal poisoning
From giant noisy factories
Where giant sheets of steel are stacked
Ready to be consumed by machines the size of a horse

Metal poisoning
From great crates of waste cut offs
Sharp spiked shelving sized slabs of thin steel
With holes punched in them by presses the size of trees

Metal poisoning
Great gusts of car fumes gushing out into the streets
The evil smelling breath of the western dragon mixed into the beautiful oxygen of earth
Reminder of volcanic times of prehistory

Metal poisoning
Back to haunt sentient life with cosmic destructiveness
Back to suffocate the vulnerable saints of myth and legend
Back to reconquer the soft tissue of four legged creatures and extinguish them

Metal poisoning
Absorbed into the blood from oxygen
Making a place for itself in the brain’s imaginings
Rusting in the thoughts creating harmful dreams

Metal poisoning
Filling every bone in the body and causing deformity
Replacing the calcium and creating mutations
Metallic people flesh, cold and emotionless

Metal poisoning
Filling the jaws with talk of blood letting
Filling the heart with feelings of sulphuric emotions
Turning the soul into a machine

2013

This is a horrible idea that from the metal poison in the

In a lifetime we all observe

In a lifetime, we all observe
how good laws get overturned
Fighting wars for political gain
Often in some god’s name

For those who fight against the flood
Of guns and bullets, limbs and blood
The hammer falls to amend the law
And good laws are ignored

Society is made a spider’s web
And every thought, is thought in dread
Of that eye of high moral
Against the innocent who ring the bell

The law a leader must command
Is to love God all he can
The second law on which to stand
Is to love your fellow man

If these things are not obeyed
All endeavour will fail and fade

Don’t scratch your words in the sand
That the wind will blow away
Carve them out in stone
To make them last all your day

I hate it when things that work and only need updating are changed for something newer. Especially when the thing that works only needs a little updating. It’s a trick, a political sleight of hand for momentary gain that brings social decay.

Something dies within to see

Something dies within to see
The voices of democracy
In the skull of modern man
Fighting in the rubbish can

Goodness gone, the stage, a lie
Upon the strut and rave and sigh
The selfishness of government
Society sold out by shop front

Playing God in peace and war
Yet ignoring Godly law
The suit they wear don’t fit their minds
Get a suit that fits the times

2013

In the bible JeS

Wild Bird Seed

It’s been five days now since they broke up
She waits in the tree until the long shadows fall across the garden
Then her angel wings flutter amongst the leaves
She lands on the bare, empty earth to forage

Where has her mate gone, her aggressive beau, heroic and strong
He who would not let her eat the wild bird seed I had put out for them both
Squabbling and forcing her away from the seed tray

But even now she is loyal to his commands
She does not gorge herself on the seed
It is left, five days uneaten
He is in her heart still
She is still his kingly domain
And the wild bird seed stays untouched
Waiting for his return

This is a poem about endless truth
The story of birds, of life and death
Of how freedom matters for nothing
When love is gone

Have you heard?

Have you heard
Of God’s Kingdom to come?
Have you seen
What everyone has done?

Linking arms
On the railway of desires
Breathing in
The breath of fires
Walking with ghosts
Where once there were none
Have you seen
What everyone has done?

Have you heard
Of God’s Kingdom to come
Have you seen
What everyone has done

With a pocketful of keys
To unlock the sky
With blood on the collar
And tears that we cry
Running with witch-doctors
Into the woods
Have you seen
That we have done no good?

Have you heard
Of God’s Kingdom to come
Have you seen
What everyone has done

Have you seen the children
Playing by the sea
Riding on the turtles
Until they are free
Have you seen what mankind has done
Have you seen?