Shy, sensitive,
Emotional, honest,
Gifts from a mother,
Retained like a promise
But disdained by the others,
And used as my weaknesses
Just to draw all eyes away,
From their own idiosyncrasies



burnt out



Overwhelmed, imprisoned,
Stilted by ones thoughts
Snared and unspontaneous
In Hell now one is caught
Beating back perpetual doubts,
Ever only self-imposed
Lying burnt-out in this vapid rut,
Anxiety overflows…

still fragile



Pulse racing to get home,
Escape the social helter-skelter
Close the door on chaos,
Solitude my only shelter
But what lies inside these walls,
Cannot truly flee ones foes
One look within it’s obvious,
… Sole creator of my woes

Angels are real


They walk among us
Don’t have wings
No feathers in the air
Too humble to sing
They’re real flesh and blood
Not heavenly creatures
Soft human faces
Bright eyes are their features

They don’t blow trumpets
Or pluck at strings
Just gently reach out
With the strength that they bring
Feet firmly placed
Right here on the ground
Here on the Earth
Real angels are found


Inspiration ~ Jean Ann

mother ~ angel ~ friend

Alien ways


Dreaming again in alien ways
To escape once more, this unmindful haze
These humans are toxic, vain, self obsessed
Religion, debt and war, the seeds of their distress

Cultures clash because of colour, faith and superstition
Powerful rulers use this conflict, planning covert missions
Behind the sub-machine guns, these privileged govern state
Born with wealth and status just to seal the poor mans fate

Pre-selected behind closed doors, these rulers rub their palms
As they sell another shipment, of tear gas, bombs and arms
Soulless, heartless creatures, like one of Ickes reptilians
Another cold-blooded human, makes its first of many millions

Royal propaganda, “Another prince joins the forces!”
While the children of the subservient die in deserts for resources
How easily they take up arms to fight these pointless battles
Shuffled into foreign lands, like exporting condemned cattle

Money talks, the people listen, blinded by their greed
Brainwashed into buying, all that they don’t need
They communicate across the globe, but no one feels connected
It’s a shame their minds are sanitised, their souls now disinfected

They should turn off their TVs, radios and phones
Regurgitating nonsense spouted by corporate media clones
These specimens have failed, to see the god within
On an exponential, curve of destruction…. no one’s gonna win


Digital Prostitutes


No longer any substance in the things that people say
So vain and self important, deluded all the way
Using current trends to sell products for the suits
All are quite happy to become digital prostitutes

Subscribe, follow, like, share
Honestly, really, they just don’t care
See it’s all about money, via Adwords and rights
They couldn’t give a fuck about the content on their sites

Narcissism rules the web, be it YouTube or twitter
As mankind grabs technology, and shoves it up its shitter
Dumbing down society with banal video blogs
Binary fat collects around the mind until it clogs

So as the human race devolves into a sea of novelty trite
Are you gonna tolerate this mess or decide to stand and fight
Don’t sell out to this binary code, just to get a cut
Can’t they see they’re just becoming another corporate slut


Major male function


Afraid to show their feminine side
men will spit fight and fuck just in order to hide,
the spark in their essence that allows them to cry,
show empathy and compassion
without having to lie…


As malignant male-ego malfunctions once more
and malevolent man scars the earth with his war,
pause for awhile, for all the innocence lost,
while governments launch missiles
and adjust budgets for the cost…





Your world has gone to shit…

Have you ever noticed how humans don’t actually belong on this planet?
No other living entity on this earth abuses nature the way humans do, perhaps that’s the problem, to many humans doing, thinking and feeling, never just being.