Comerad, I have nothing to hide, I skate, I fight, i ride, Eloquently i talk i constinants, About family, Buisness, War and the past, I am a man, A father of a nation, Curtaling the sexual influence to children, And promote reprocreation amongst the adults, You look at me, The enemy, Of a long dead…Read more Nothing to Hide
I remember, Fire blooming on the tv, Beasts growling in the night, Buildings crumbling, Dark words reporting, And Blair announcing the near future, I remember the death, The protests, All the speculations and questionable interest, Reasons or the infathomable consequence, A heavy weight, In a wall of death and terror, The choice was made, There…Read more #58 – Blair and the East
I dared not touch this, But like an unwanted kiss, I must address it, Brexit, A folly for over confident fools, The hieght of ignorance, Lies, Lies and political spin, Three hundred and fifty million was the winning number, What a blunder, Blind mice and sheep Pointing fingers at more exotic creatures than their own,…Read more #55 – Brexit: Chaotic Divorce
Snow, A bloody clash, A shower of arrows, Raining with fearsome folly, Plunging down into the angry wolf, His brother the ghost rode to meet, In a game played by pups, Sweet summer children, Died so brutally, A wave of men came rushing forward, Wild and soldierly, Brandashing steel sharper than words could ever cut,…Read more #51 – Of Snow and War
Tit for tat, This for that, Selfish and youthful, I want, I want, I want, Have you not been taught, What is good and what is not? Selfless, I dont want, I dont want to talk like war, A battle that can't be fought, And won, For one, And not for all, Put yourself aside…Read more #48 – Have you not been taught?
All in phones, Lost in zones, Attatched and addicted quietly, Rightly knowning, They should throw them away, Allass in rows they stand silently, Scroll, Scroll, Scroll, To only scroll some more, 'Why am I looking at this?', Its because you're addicted to pretty lights, Petty facebook fights, And pointless news stories a plenty, But we…Read more #42 – Scroll Addiction
These beats, These feets of creative meoldy, Base to base, Sound covering your face, Emotions in a volumised ocean, Physically convusling and swaying in motion, Ears deafened by its glorious purpose, Brain dwelling in a feverous endorphic explosion, A bliss, Lyrics like kisses and blows, Whose knows, Music is another gateway to the human soul. …Read more #40 – These beats