If the rich don't get him the butchers will,
For now he's said that Vegans are alright,
Just watch it now as blood begins to spill
As all the carnivores put up a fight.
I just don't have the time to discuss this,
We each must choose the way we feel is best,
I hit the mark sometimes but often miss,
I try my hardest but still fail the test.
It's not that I don't care about the world
Nor that I feel that killing isn't cruel,
It's just that in this place we've all been hurled,
It's hard to justify a single rule.
So we have to allow and not place blame,
And understand we are not all the same.
457 (23.09.2105)
Oh why is it that I never feel free?
I'm restricted by invisible chains.
That drag me down and steal the best from me
And I am left the little that remains.
I have no need to be at all depressed,
My life is better than it's ever been
And yet I somehow fail to do my best
And cannot understand what it might mean.
An aim, a goal, a purpose in our lives
Something that gets us up and out of bed,
A thing for which the individual strives
That helps the universe and clears his head.
I have all of these things and want for none,
Yet into self indulgence have I spun.
I'm restricted by invisible chains.
That drag me down and steal the best from me
And I am left the little that remains.
I have no need to be at all depressed,
My life is better than it's ever been
And yet I somehow fail to do my best
And cannot understand what it might mean.
An aim, a goal, a purpose in our lives
Something that gets us up and out of bed,
A thing for which the individual strives
That helps the universe and clears his head.
I have all of these things and want for none,
Yet into self indulgence have I spun.
456 (22.09.2015)
For years we've known that he's a fucking pig,
(He's lead us all right down the garden path),
But now we know that he's a Piggy-Whig,
It seems that it's our turn to have a laugh.
So he wakes up with his dear darling wife,
And holds up a black mirror to that face,
And it remains forever in his life,
A particularly public fall from grace.
You wash it off but it won't go away,
Your little willy went between those lips
And it is there no matter what you say,
The image that no picture will eclipse...
"...PM who just can't control his hard-ons,
Munching on a plate of greasy lardons..."
(He's lead us all right down the garden path),
But now we know that he's a Piggy-Whig,
It seems that it's our turn to have a laugh.
So he wakes up with his dear darling wife,
And holds up a black mirror to that face,
And it remains forever in his life,
A particularly public fall from grace.
You wash it off but it won't go away,
Your little willy went between those lips
And it is there no matter what you say,
The image that no picture will eclipse...
"...PM who just can't control his hard-ons,
Munching on a plate of greasy lardons..."
455 (23.09.2015)
Today I'm going to try to make a note
Of all the times I feel out of control
Of every time life grabs me by the throat
Or I feel that I'm sinking in a hole.
I'll write all of these things down one by one,
On bits of toilet paper that I find,
Then burn them in a pile beneath the sun
And banish them forever from my mind.
I'm trying to work out just the way it works,
Why is it that I seem to lose my grip,
The world it never seems to smile, it smirks
And never are we warned before me trip.
Again, again, again things out of place,
And peace of mind is gone without a trace.
Of all the times I feel out of control
Of every time life grabs me by the throat
Or I feel that I'm sinking in a hole.
I'll write all of these things down one by one,
On bits of toilet paper that I find,
Then burn them in a pile beneath the sun
And banish them forever from my mind.
I'm trying to work out just the way it works,
Why is it that I seem to lose my grip,
The world it never seems to smile, it smirks
And never are we warned before me trip.
Again, again, again things out of place,
And peace of mind is gone without a trace.
454 (21.09.2015)
Do you understand how much I love you?
Although I can't express it all in words,
Sometimes the skies are sunny and bright blue,
But still they are not filled with flying birds.
If I could breathe you into me I would,
I wish we had been born as siamese twins,
Perhaps there is a scientist who could
Attach us both together via our limbs.
Even when you're standing next to me,
Sometimes it feels like we're too far apart,
And so I hold your hand so you can see,
That only then does my heart's beating start.
For when I am with you the world is good,
And all things seem to function as they should.
Although I can't express it all in words,
Sometimes the skies are sunny and bright blue,
But still they are not filled with flying birds.
If I could breathe you into me I would,
I wish we had been born as siamese twins,
Perhaps there is a scientist who could
Attach us both together via our limbs.
Even when you're standing next to me,
Sometimes it feels like we're too far apart,
And so I hold your hand so you can see,
That only then does my heart's beating start.
For when I am with you the world is good,
And all things seem to function as they should.
453 (20.09.2015)
Somehow today I feel lost and alone,
The world seems to have spiralled from control
So many little things have turned to stone
I'm floating on a thread above a hole
And everything around is real and dark
And all the dreams that yesterday were true
Today have somehow lost their sacred spark
So nothing in the universe is new.
So we live lives in bodies and in thought
Yet each of us is slipping all the time,
Reality's a trap and we've been caught
And can't be free no matter how we climb.
Today I feel like this and it's a shame,
I hope tomorrow I don't feel the same.
The world seems to have spiralled from control
So many little things have turned to stone
I'm floating on a thread above a hole
And everything around is real and dark
And all the dreams that yesterday were true
Today have somehow lost their sacred spark
So nothing in the universe is new.
So we live lives in bodies and in thought
Yet each of us is slipping all the time,
Reality's a trap and we've been caught
And can't be free no matter how we climb.
Today I feel like this and it's a shame,
I hope tomorrow I don't feel the same.
452 (19.09.2015)
Surprises all around the world give in,
For nothing beats the shock we've had today,
We are so stunned that you could hear a pin
Drop. Let no one take this moment away
From those braves who deserved it oh so well
They smile and we all know what they all think
They have a story they'll forever tell
Of how they got South Africa to sink.
For once in every while these things occur,
The world that did not know they had no clue
Yet nothing could those Japanese deter,
They had a chance at victory and they knew:
That he who trusts himself and tries his best,
Can rise up and be better than the rest.
For nothing beats the shock we've had today,
We are so stunned that you could hear a pin
Drop. Let no one take this moment away
From those braves who deserved it oh so well
They smile and we all know what they all think
They have a story they'll forever tell
Of how they got South Africa to sink.
For once in every while these things occur,
The world that did not know they had no clue
Yet nothing could those Japanese deter,
They had a chance at victory and they knew:
That he who trusts himself and tries his best,
Can rise up and be better than the rest.
451 (18.09.2015)
My children on my lap we watch TV,
We watch The Octonauts on CBeebies
They're on an adventure under the sea
My children and myself aren't hard to please.
There are some moments in the day when peace
Is once more allowed to descend on us
And for a while the frets and worries cease
And our lives are no longer made of fuss.
The rugby World Cup starts again tonight
It's Friday and the weekend days await
They got their forth try so that's all alright
The children got to bed a bit too late.
Somedays are much more normal than the rest,
Perhaps these day though are the very best.
They got their forth try so that's all alright
The children got to bed a bit too late.
Somedays are much more normal than the rest,
Perhaps these day though are the very best.
450 (17.09.2015)
How deep, how deep, can this corruption go?
Into the very root of all our souls.
Where all is covered and nothing's on show,
As dark as all their secrets, hate and goals.
I pass you this, you pass me that my friend,
I give you this, you give me something more
Is this the way it will be till the end?
Until the waves no longer hit the shore?
But is it fair that I have friends as well?
And surely I must want the best for them,
And should I not protect them and dispel
The possibility that I lose friendship's gem.
So I will help my friends for they help me,
And this is sadly how it just will be.
Into the very root of all our souls.
Where all is covered and nothing's on show,
As dark as all their secrets, hate and goals.
I pass you this, you pass me that my friend,
I give you this, you give me something more
Is this the way it will be till the end?
Until the waves no longer hit the shore?
But is it fair that I have friends as well?
And surely I must want the best for them,
And should I not protect them and dispel
The possibility that I lose friendship's gem.
So I will help my friends for they help me,
And this is sadly how it just will be.
449 (16.09.2015)
This sonnet's written while I'm on a train
Remembering my friends from long ago
Who I'm going to meet now once again
I hope my nervousness it doesn't show.
When we were younger we all met in school
We grew up there together for five years
And we were taught how to be hard and cruel
And how to magically conceal our fears.
It's over thirty years since we all left
And thirty years of life that we've all led
Tonight we try to conjugate the theft
And ponder how those years so quickly fled.
I hope that they're all happy, loved and free,
And that they all look much older than me.
448 (15.09.2015)
Let every voice that reads a word be clear
And let those words ring from the farthest hill
And echo back so once again they're near
And all our empty hearts with love they fill.
A whispered word is stronger than a shout,
The silent words of truth will win the day
At least if we don't all just mope about
And let the devil speed us to decay.
So busy be and and play your gracious part
Lift up your candle high into the night
If you have not begun then make a start
And help to guide us all towards the light.
If everyone did as much as they could,
The world would be less evil and more good.
And let those words ring from the farthest hill
And echo back so once again they're near
And all our empty hearts with love they fill.
A whispered word is stronger than a shout,
The silent words of truth will win the day
At least if we don't all just mope about
And let the devil speed us to decay.
So busy be and and play your gracious part
Lift up your candle high into the night
If you have not begun then make a start
And help to guide us all towards the light.
If everyone did as much as they could,
The world would be less evil and more good.
447 (14.09.2015)
So now he's won what chances will he get?
They'll let the wheels of vicious rumour spin,
And speak of him like he's a national threat,
And like the labour party has caved in.
And all the little propaganda pricks
Will stab and ruin everything they can
Again, again the same old dirty tricks,
To tarnish and degrade a trying man.
Yes they'll attempt to ruin every chance,
That Corbyn has to change this crooked place,
Lead readers on a merry little dance,
To prove that he's a communist disgrace.
Let's hope for once their evil spinnings fail...
Not everybody reads the Daily Mail.
They'll let the wheels of vicious rumour spin,
And speak of him like he's a national threat,
And like the labour party has caved in.
And all the little propaganda pricks
Will stab and ruin everything they can
Again, again the same old dirty tricks,
To tarnish and degrade a trying man.
Yes they'll attempt to ruin every chance,
That Corbyn has to change this crooked place,
Lead readers on a merry little dance,
To prove that he's a communist disgrace.
Let's hope for once their evil spinnings fail...
Not everybody reads the Daily Mail.
446 (13.09.2015)
When all the world is quiet and at peace
See how the war machine it blunders on
Creating havoc that may never cease
Unless we tell those mongrels to be gone.
But it's so easy for them to divide
Humanity to give them more control
And gradually we sink and we subside
Into their nasty money-grabbing hole.
So very, very cleverly they spin
And weave their lies, and all the truth they crush
Until at last, of course, we all cave in
To deeds that would make Machiavelli blush.
And then poor modern man, with little hope,
He slips upon an ever steepening slope.
See how the war machine it blunders on
Creating havoc that may never cease
Unless we tell those mongrels to be gone.
But it's so easy for them to divide
Humanity to give them more control
And gradually we sink and we subside
Into their nasty money-grabbing hole.
So very, very cleverly they spin
And weave their lies, and all the truth they crush
Until at last, of course, we all cave in
To deeds that would make Machiavelli blush.
And then poor modern man, with little hope,
He slips upon an ever steepening slope.
446 (13.09.2015)
What is the sky that is so bright at night,
That teaches us what we still have to do?
It dwindles me, but makes me feel alright
Are we just this, could that really be true?
For when I sleep at night I know I'm gone,
And when I wake again I make the world,
Between the spaces that the sun has shone,
A million shadows still remain unfurled.
Another tiny star just like the rest?
Another speck of dust on someone's sky?
Or is this just another little test,
That's made to make the world of you and I?
When I look up into the skies above,
Their vastness fills my soul with aching love.
That teaches us what we still have to do?
It dwindles me, but makes me feel alright
Are we just this, could that really be true?
For when I sleep at night I know I'm gone,
And when I wake again I make the world,
Between the spaces that the sun has shone,
A million shadows still remain unfurled.
Another tiny star just like the rest?
Another speck of dust on someone's sky?
Or is this just another little test,
That's made to make the world of you and I?
When I look up into the skies above,
Their vastness fills my soul with aching love.
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