SKYWALK

This is the season of jet streams

lines shoot right out of the blue.

I can sit down here finding hope

in humanities hope.  This is my

blaze of trail, I don’t need to leave

behind a vapor of pome's, words

that just go up in smoke.  Re-

member where you came from

to get where your going to and i can

skywalk your lines balancing my

hope and my truth, give something

back to humanity and you can

sky-walk to.  I’ve been all over

this world and met some wonderful

people who have sky walked these

words with you, words vaporize

in hope I hope and leave behind

a line or two.  Just as I write this

there’s another two and the lines

shore in my heart,  making me feel

that I'm not alone lost, lonely a-part.

There’s a line somewhere up there

that leads right back to the start.

JIM'LL FIX IT !

We wrapped them in to live in sin
in the coat of many colours, we
should have seen it coming, shoulda
went to spec-savers. We don't know
around the next corner they weight.

Priest or celebrity we don't know who's
your mate. Abolish the lot of them don't
let them ring their bells, we need to take
some blames we live in this place as well.

We live in this fairytale paedophile state
living a sorry silly life and we have opened up
the garden gate. Celebrities and priests we
have let them in to abuse our childrens sin.

This world is wrong and this world is right but
we have to stop living in the past, this happened
yesterday, make the present last, live within
the moment in the hope of truth not a lie.

The truth is hard to stomach, I know, but we have
got to live to die. Today is hiding behind a big cigar
in the robes of charity, laughing at us going ahhhhh
giving us a badge. Religion and television has corr-
upted our minds, is it a freak or a white haired man
who's kind. If any of you pervert robes touch my kids

I'll cut your balls off, my truth. I bet if you look deep
enough they have breached our happy home and we
just let them roam?

 

LIFE 

We feel death in the numb-

ness we cry, grieved tears

are felt unlike sentimental joy.

Tears of loss are full of empathy

and truth, death is passed on like

life, it's so natural we forget.

Death isn't talked about it's felt!

Numbness seeps into our bones

we feel in our flesh.  Death is 

  

A living thing, grieve life.

GUTTERS OF SKY

The birds that rule the roost drink in gutters of sky.

We only think were fat cats

living the fat cat lie but really

the Avenue is an alley with

the stink of the filthy rich.

When will the world give to

humanity without investing

a soul.  All we want is a yacht

car and home, the birds will

always drink in the gutters be-

cause they have a home

and they can fly.

We will build them ever higher

and higher but we will never be

able to fly.  When will we ever

come down to earth and drink

from the earth of time?

EVIL-UTION

'imperfection is the language of art'                                                       

Robert Lowell

We come from the gene pool of evil-

ution and just like the countless of

millions who make up humanity that

take their chances in the pick n mix

gene pool of evil-ution.  

I'm not playing

the blame game, i know it's been a case

of bad luck that i exist in a time of econ-

omic drought and inhumane despair but

I have no one to blame for my despair.

Like everyone else I took my chances

and I'm responsible for the things I say

and do, and I'm governed by the laws

of the place I choose to dwell.  No one

is to blame, not my Mother or father who

took their chances in the gene pool just

like me and you.  

God or the government

is not to blame for my evil-ution and we

can't blame evolution for trying that's

the chance we took and it made the most

of a bad lot and I ended up paralysed in

a wheelchair unable to walk or talk with-

in my own despair but lets not play

the blame game and keep the cycle of war

famine and death going.

We have to break this chain of crus-aide and take it on the chin.  Be big boys in this big society and stand up to sit down for our rights and stop blaming others for our bad luck.  Ok were disabled that's the chances we took but only self determination can give us the right to stand up to sit down for our rights and give us a positive strain to create another positive minute, imperfection is the language of art so lets take that language of art and create a pos-itive evolution that replaces evil-ution.

SKYWALK

This is the season of jet streams
lines shoot right out of the blue.
I can sit down here finding hope
in humanities hope.  This is my
blaze of trail, I dont need to leave
behind a vapour of pomes, words
that just go up in smoke.  Re-

member where you came from
to get where your going to and i can
skywalk your lines balancing my
hope and my truth, give something
back to humanity and you can 
sky-walk to.  Ive been all over

this world and met some wonderful
people who have sky walked these
words with you, words vapourise
in hope i hope and leave behind
a line or two.  Just as i write this

theres another two and the lines
shore in my heart,  making me feel
that i'm not alone lost, lonely a-part.
Theres a line somewhere up there

that leads right back to the start.

SEA

I'm writing this pome from in-
side out, to give me conflicting 
words to shout about.  We all 
need love and life to labour, these
words have become my only saviour.  

Why do i try to rhyme with time when
time goes against my grain under grey skies
and rain on rain.  How can i follow great men
when life doesn't follow me.  i'll go my own 

way that i know to the sea, my way. 

I dont want to fall in line, to go over the top 
I want to stop look and cry when humanity 
touches me. I want to dune my own shore
and go back out to sea, I want to touch 
the colour blue to feel it swim in me.

THE SAME

The clouds are really moving today
Drifting right out of the blue.

Time is moving on away from me
Today is just like any other but

I can feel it drifting by, every-
Thing seems to be the same
But different?

MEMORY WHEELS

I’m branching out into

abstract realism, the un-

known, an evolution of col-

lure.  It goes with the flow

of the wheel, -chair in me.

the inner sanctum

memory wheels.

The plant of a painting, from

where i do not know? it does

not ask a question, what, where?

it just is, where i’ve been and

what i’ve seen de-term-mines

the flow of the wheel.

The elements are pouring

down but i have learnt to

swim, since i was a boy

almost drowning in the

Irish sea.







IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO

Words come right out of my blue

Like gifts of the moment, wrapped
In light or dark, they both delight. 

Dark and light are just the palette
Of humanity, as if life was a col-
Lure for the senses, melancholy

Is ok as long as the world lets
Me express that without being in
The suicidal 50’s, people have to
Realise that depression is only
A way of life.

Melancholy is a state that we have

to live in to understand. Were told

never go down that road that’s

the devils way, I know it’s not

The road for children buts its

A very creative state. We live

In two minds, one is good

And one is bad but we create

The borders of the mind. Think

Of it as an M C Escher illustration

You have to go down to come up.

BEING HUMAN

When life is desperate

We create a negative-

Capability within us.

When we can’t find

A way out or into life.

At this time of need we

All need a spiritual centre.

We dig deep to find a dharma

Or god that ejects us from

Despair and takes us to that

Higher ground where we

Can settle and almost be free.