Tis only the surface breathing giving life to the drowning. Light absorbing, lending, illuminating colour to those that caress the ocean floor. ——————- Occasionally lashing out whipping its face to a foaming fury, raging against the futility of standing against the deep poisoning of synthetic excrement: ————— Micro, macro, fishing lines and the essence of… Continue reading The Ocean
Brexit Baker
The wind howls through the halls of power; a place where the theatre of lies and misled royals recalled by people and law, the ass has spoken, like Balaam’s donkey truth is told and angel tears drop in grace, from soft stone eyes as the portal to parliament is pushed aside, open hopeful ——————— on… Continue reading Brexit Baker
Climate Strike!
The earth is like an old woman rattling her tin for coppers and hoping to buy a sandwich to keep body and soul together. ———————— Embarrassed they shuffle on passed and feign indifference while their minds adhere to the potency of power riven politics. ———————- Instead of coins though they make her pay more… Continue reading Climate Strike!
Climate Strike!
The earth is like an old woman rattling her tin for coppers and hoping to buy a sandwich to keep body and soul together. ———————— Instead of coins though they make her pay more and more until her flesh has shrunken and her energy leeched. —————— No sandwich, no hope, then children loudly shout out,… Continue reading Climate Strike!
SCREAM!!!!!
I want to scream from the deepest part in my belly filling every cell with rage and letting it out with a scream that will rattle windows and shake Westminster because ——————– I am so crushed to see it all happening again, the poor having putrified options, and the friend I once had informed that… Continue reading SCREAM!!!!!
Prorogue
A darkening shroud grows greater in our streets and lanes; as a government unvoted for decides their future and drags us along to a place of privilege poverty and oppression.
Lost again.
Shouldering the shadows he shuffled the cards and dealt again directly, calming his mind in the mindless losing of his inheritance to his children as they watch hungry.
Brexit
Ancient stories tell truths but modern ones lies. Are we called to hear but not to question? each of us thrilled to the sound of hope to be dashed by a creed of half starved children in containers in our streets. ———————— Sweet innocence sold for an ideology forced upon us by men and women… Continue reading Brexit
Weeping Angels
The dust baked blood caked, form flew into a space beneath the breeze, black, blocks; and laying her sweet head she stilled in death. ——————————- The bombs blown, rained, down and little mites murdered dying amidst dust, and and not one to note their passing, from life. ———————— A child’s shrill cry filled a ransacked… Continue reading Weeping Angels
Emergency Climate Over
The skeletal remains of the last of lives sightless eyes stare up at the bleaching sun, while the grit gilds them. ——————————– Broken cities dry as the dust from fallen homes and human bones silently cling to costly crippling pasts. ——————————- High over the hills stretches the storm ridden. hope hidden sky, where no bird… Continue reading Emergency Climate Over