Home Is A Diving Board

Trapped between the sound of splashing and touching water

Wearing fanfares to allay fear

Fostering first finishes from ticks glimmering

They say…

Stand within ear shot of the gun to know your target

Is clapping the fruit of the harvest?

Drown, and become a compass from a floating carcass.

Another one who did the math only to make up the numbers

Saddled with sackcloth, shame and numbness

Straddling feint margins, seeking waves as markers.

Struggling to strum the melody of the barking.

Seeking to beat this with heartstrings.

A war-torn dome is only enlightened by stillness.

Choose your weapon before tumbleweed kills you.

Strike with every breath, release gold or reach home.

Time the trapeze, then reach and step.

Let your soul know this was a good body to rent.

 

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Lie Flies

I’ve never subscribed to the idea that footballers and those in the public eye are role models

I find the ethos of relegated responsibility somewhat bothering

It’s like a claustrophobic homeless guy praying for a fitted coffin to sleep in without dying

If all in the public eye are role models

Then we should all be bothered about being role models for the eyes that are forever spying

For we are watched and listened to by a government that is more corrupt than a tabloid journalist

Maybe they should teach reality television contestants how not to behave depraved

Or hadn’t anyone thought of this

Everyday is another day to be sensationalist

Seems to find a good news story every word has to be floodlit

Not that it would make a difference

The difference would be minimal as we’re cynical as it is

Maybe half the nation would sing praises to God if we

Slapped non entities we call celebrities

Out of the perennial hypnosis

Crushed the bed of roses called their ego’s

And turned it into the perfume of mass indulged sanity

For if we

Allow the permutation of a thespian nation

We’d breed the complex equation of a virtualised nation

That every song seemed to create for 2001

Nostradamus got mixed up with some of his predictions

It was us humans and not computers who were infected with the millennium bug

We crashed and powered down like time

How many of us read wide

Analyse more than the tabloids

Becoming mathematicians of the prosaic kind

Or are we just waddling around on a see food diet

Never dissecting or translating in case of offending

Though we have a basic right to constructively criticise

We love the dirty pretty things

I guess fantasy is now real life

Every word we speak has to look and feel right

Even test the audience temperature before even sees light

I guess Nescafe should be a bigger sponsor than Nike

Its gonna be a Starbucks society

Unless we realise the real lies and

Reorganise for real life

The Shake Up

In a world of broken systems I feel imprisoned by people seeing the light through twisting prisms and calling it divinity’s visions
They rule masses with soliloquies written for human fishing, intoxicating minds with a shot to the spirit
Reality is a shock when they get it, the revelation of the code, standing still in disbelief that no real strides were strode
Time bombs will blow with a din like volcanic ash in the wind
Bringing heat to your skin like the sun burning from within
It’s the will to win that keeps you inside the scope
For awards that will never go to those who gave up the ghost
You’ve got fathom your values, value, role and goal and be sold on making the most
Cos life’s never been beach though some love to coast
And in this game show not everybody can host, some of us can boast we’re the audience with the answers
But we have to play careful because our answers have damned us, sometimes hanged us
Honesty is a policy that is priority thankless so pray life thanks us through rewards and blessings.
For the greatest intimacy is hard work… I call it success caressing
But some just love the effing – too much solo stuff makes you blind
Though they be calling this the year two thousand and mine
I wonder is it the year of greed or the year I shine
See disaster’s been the blueprint of my destiny’s design
I want to litter my life with highlights getting higher than street lights without succumbing to the high life and becoming egotistic and blind to humility
Pride is draped in futility pitfalls are covered in mystery
Like unveiling a masterpiece at the Tate Modern success can be met with hostility
So Prepare