In the city, the police sirens screamed, as the poets, and the musicians, and the writers and the artists they dreamed, and lay amongst the empty bottles of alcohol, after the nights talk of rock n roll, and after a night talking of books that lift your soul, and after talking of music that made
One of those days, dull and grey, one of those days, oh, this is the life, simple and plain, this is the life, this is the life with not too much stress upon the brain, this is the life, simple and plain, stood here waiting for a breath of fresh air in the city, the
Inside the coat, a gun, inside the coat a note, a note for his mum, a shopping list, something for dinner after he has finished killing someone, and inside the coat a bottle of rum, and inside the coat a gun and upon his face the early evening sun, and in his mind killing time,
Until you go back to the very beginning of existence, and creation you won’t know how existence came to be and what the creator was, and you will never have the truth of who or what it was, so, all you are left with is interpretations and untruths. Every single thing that comes from a
In the cafe, I was here for a little while, as the snowflakes fell out of the sky, and I saw you cry a while, in your designer clothes, and with nary a smile, and of such a mood, a mood as black as the day, and you, you sat alone and I looked at
Black sky, warm heart, dressed in my coat and hat, and looking up into the pitch-black night, gazing up at the stars, as the clouds are scattered by the winds, and the meteors they shoot across the sky in majestic arcs, and as the moon it glows reflecting the sunshine’s ebullient revelry, I stand beguiled, awed by its beautiful majesty,
A day,some way,to somewhere,to where,anywhere,apart from the city,the city,for which,I do not care,for I,am sick,sick,of the city air,and I,am leaving,with no despair,and so,with a smile,upon my face,I run,a mile,to catch the bus,out of the city,the city,which brings me stress,the city where,there is no peace,and no relief,from the constant anxieties,and the rushing,about the place,which only,brings me
A solitary feather upon the breeze,as I watch and am stood mesmerised,a solitary feather upon the breeze,floating gently down from the sky,a few seconds where you feel true tranquility inside,yes, a simple thing,a simple act,in a suicidal pact,a suicidal pact with the ground,where it will decompose and be gone in very little time,very little time
The world needs to work together more often,we need to think more simply,we need to think more logically,we need to work together more often as one,we need to work together to solve problems more efficiently by eradicating needless and ineffective bureaucracy,because life is too short,and far too many of us die and suffer,and far too
Imagination.I imagined a nation,whilst sat waiting at the bus stop in the rain,I imagined a nation without anger,without violence,without suffering and pain,I imagined visions of happy people,hordes of joyous people with no sadness in their eyes,and with no complaints,I imagined a nation and the world as the rain drops fell,I imagined them both without problems,where
