Show Yourself Coward

What the hell,
does this pain and fear mean?
You claim there’s a plan,
yet refuse to be seen.
Are you really so gutless,
and afraid to explain,
whilst your spokesmen sit by,
counting the riches they gain.
If you are truly the father,
Is this what you call love,
to sit idly by,
in your castle above?
Whilst down here on earth,
your children are crying.
Hells hounds are here,
and flock is a dying.
What kind of father,
sits back in such silence,
whilst his angry young offspring,
show naught but defiance.

As a father I try,
to raise my son right,
to love all your creatures,
and never to fight.
As a son I must wonder,
is any of this real,
What kind of messed up father,
allows this pain that we feel?
Young children are dying,
and some think they should.
How long before you show them,
that this world can be good?
You don’t seem to hear us,
you don’t show you care.
Whilst millions lay dying,
you ignore their despair.
Still your clergy sit by,
and argue who’s just,
all the while they keep guiltlessly,
caving to lust.

What kind of god,
could claim to have cried,
when killing his son,
saying for us that he died?
Your preachers would have us,
believe bullshit stories,
yet all the time scheming,
whilst praising your glories.
Encouraging violence,
in defence of your name,
yet all these religions,
seem to be teaching the same.
They all claim to be righteous,
they claim to be real,
yet from our existence,
it’s our hope that they steal.
So show yourself coward,
If you truly exist,
come set this all right,
Tell the truth that we missed.

Children’s Ward

Laughter rings true,
through this hospital room.
Smiles so bright,
ease feelings of doom.
Pain racked bodies,
weighed heavily down.
Upon little faces,
a refusal to frown.
Eyes full of fear,
but no sign of regret.
This illness consumes,
how unfair can this get.
With years too few,
to be considered a life,
yet in their young voices,
not a hint of this strife.
Their happiness hides,
most dreads and most fears.
But each night in the dark,
we all shed our tears.
Their smiles are the memories,
etched deep in our mind.
Whilst for sense and for reason,
we seek and not find.

A Parents Plea

Confusion reigns in my mind,
as for an answer I seek to find,
to questions old from history past,
how long must this insanity last.

It was not me they sought to slay,
when first these feeling came to play,
this war not ours long ago started,
its reasons for have long departed.

Do you hold me now in contempt,
for my ancestors savage attempt,
to vanquish yours from this life,
By killing both my child and wife.

How can we now justify,
who can live or who must die,
We did not start it nor let it end,
against all those who would be friend.

Does this hatred so deeply run,
that I must now sacrifice a son?
My life, my love, he is to me,
I do not choose the death of he.

I would rather now beg forgiveness,
than raise a child and have them live this,
life of fear and warfare fought,
to not use violence to him was taught.

But now my leaders overrule,
they see him mere as but a tool,
to further their own political greed,
disregarding complete a parents need.

To outlive their child’s existence,
but to this plead they show resistance,
so can we not just get along,
to sit and share in verse and song.

Our deepest fears and wildest joys,
to protect our beloved girls and boys,
I pray an answer soon we’ll find,
to the confusion that reigns in my mind.

A Fathers Thought

In early morning light I lay,
and think of some profound thing to say.
As you grow older and become a man,
to help guide you in all you plan.
But all I think is all I fear,
and soon you will be leaving here.
Going to another place,
leaving here an empty space.
My heart is filled with love so true,
but rarely this I have said to you.
Now time is short and close to end,
I wish this feeling sorrow would mend.
But it is your wish, a long held need,
to be at peace, to be freed.
So these words I shall write,
but from you keep out of sight.
Know in my heart you have a place,
and in my memory shall keep your face.
So now I think of profound things to say,
as in early morning light I lay.

Lets Talk

Let us sit and talk of thought,
of lessons learned and lessons taught.
Let us share in wonders and ideas,
we can communicate all our fears.

Lets you and I discuss in length,
let our joined voice give us strength.
For together we can defeat all,
regardless of how great or small,
and bring about a brighter day
so in the future our kids can play.

I do not dislike you, or wish you harm
I do hope we can talk in calm
is it possible that this may be?
I feel it is how we may be free
of hatred and violence and other rot
and keep our bodies above the plot.

I pray your safety and well being
I hope with this that you may be seeing
that my desires here lie in my yearning
That through discussion we both be learning
what is good about yours and you
is possibly good about me too.

As I see no real differences here,
We both believe in dread and Fear.
We both have families and those we love,
these gifts given us from whoever above.
We both need of food and of water,
So why then send our kids to slaughter?

Questions asked and then answered true
these things need pass through me and you
If in this world we wish to find
All things in life by which we bind,
from these lessons learned and taught
Let us sit and talk of thought.

Loneliness

Loneliness,
like cancer,
grows,
eating at my heart.
love,
the ever elusive cure.

At night,
I feel it growing,
the pain immense.
The cure,
moves,
further from reach,
mocking me as she goes.
The cancer grows,
the pain,
Too much.

I lay me down,
to rest,
at night.
Alone again,
I pray.
Gentle slumber,
and tender dreams,
please,
free me,
from my pain

My Lunar Friend.

At twilight start, you were there,
slowly moving, without a care.
At witching hour, you were above,
wolves howled to you, songs of love.
In the morn, your time to leave,
Romantics all begin to grieve.

Many hours pass quickly by,
‘till you return, in darkening sky,
Lovers watch, and sing your praise,
your glimmering beauty, does amaze.
My nightly shining, lunar friend,
this poem to you, I do tend.

Sometime too much

Some days rejection, too hard to take,
pain in my chest, feeling heart break.
understanding and learning, some changes I try,
Some nights  too much, and I just sit and cry.

The harder I fight, the stronger they come,
I wish just this once I could win one.
I try and I fail, I fail and try again,
constantly sending my mind round the bend.

But I hope against loss, I hope against fear,
That one day soon, a win may be near.
I cannot stop trying, cannot give up dreams,
Regardless of how hopeless, all of this seems.

Trip to the Beach

I went down to the beach today
and never again on the sand will I lay
I had,
Sand b’tween my fingers, sand up my nose,
 how it got there god only knows.
sand b’tween my teeth, said in my ear,
can see I’ll be shitting, sand for a year.
sand b’tween my butt cheeks, sand in my crutch,
How can anyone claim to love this so much.
Sand b’tween  my legs, sand on my pecks,
Who the hell could enjoy, having beach sex.
Sand b’tween my toes, sand in my eyes,
I think those romantics are telling us lies.
Covered in sand it was then time to part,
am hoping the sands out, before I sandpaper fart.

Mistake from last night

What Light shone through from yonder glass,
landed very unflatteringly on your ass.
From here I see each crease and bump,
tilt my head, now you look like a lump.
I must have been drunk, out of mind,
to take you home, I must ‘ave been blind.
The beer made me do it, no longer my friend,
Please don’t wake up and my drinking I’ll end.

Quietly now, up on my toes,
I race round the room to gather my clothes.
You murmur, you grunt, fart and then roll,
Your worse than I thought, with the face of a troll.
Your nose was so big, so fat and so wide,
I believe for a second I may have near cried.
I pick up my shoes and head for the door,
Shit not now, a creaky board on the floor.

You shuffle, you move, the sheet you do lift,
I get a glimpse of you, my stomach contents shift.
Out the door just before dawn,
The grass is wet, there is dew on the lawn.
I call a taxi, but don’t know where I be.
My mates are sure gonna take the piss outta me.
They’ll point and they’ll laugh, they’ll give me such hell,
But for now, just get me home, to scrub of this smell.