Breaking the Illusion

At times you sit

In the darkness wondering,

What is it that I’m hearing?

What is it that I’m seeing?

Is this a vision,

is this a message

that I’m meant to be receiving?

While I sit and wonder

Can anyone else

Hear these words

That are echoing in my head,

Or see the epiphanies

Dancing, shaking,

Falling before my eyes?

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

These voices swarming

Inside my head,

Thoughts that are mangled,

Or incomplete,

Screaming for attention,

To be heard,

To be seen,

To be shaped and moulded

And put into a message

To give to someone else.

To give to those

in need of answers.

To give to those of

You who can’t see

what’s in front of you!

Where you see peace,

I see destruction.

Where you see fun,

I see self-harm

Much more violent

than hidden acts

in your room when

you feel nothing at all

and much more damaging

than a sharpened blade.

It’s standing in front

Of you screaming

In your face,

Wake up and see

All The damage that

you’re doing,

not just to yourself,

but to all those

around you.

Your way of life,

A constant pursuit of joy,

In vain as you’ll

Never find it where

You like to look.

Open your eyes and

Picture it if you can,

An endless cycle

That you don’t want

To escape from,

Trapped like the line

Forming the edge of

a circle,

destined to go round

till you’re as long

as a piece of string.

Do you see an end?

Do you see a goal?

Why even bother

If week in week out,

You do the same thing.

Make money,

Spend it.

Labour for money,

Throw it away.

Painstakingly earn

A handful of pennies

Just to fund another lap

Around you’re closed

Circuit track.

Take heed and notice

Before it’s too late.

Listen to the voices.

Accept what you see.

Change your ways

Before you drag everyone else

Who’s following Your lead

To their own dark room

And leave them there

To find the light

Switch for themselves.

Look closely now

At what’s in front of you.

Look past the illusion

Presented by those

Who are also misguided.

Listen to that voice

Speaking inside your head

And now tell me

If you see what I see.


Omen of Reverence

Sick of the eternal darkness

Taking over day,

I go down this long avenue

Walking in the shadows.


Cursing this eclipse

That takes the light away,

I seek a place of refuge,

Peace and sanctity.


As I continue to wander

I pray that I will see

A light in the sky

A signal of hope for me.


The distance looks bleak,

Nothing like what I seek,

As terror takes place

On the side of this street


Many others wandering,

Stumbling through the darkness

But in no way succeeding

As they keep on falling.


All these people around me

Succumbing to the urges

To give up all sense of hope

And abandon everything readily


I wonder why this has to happen,

Why they have to fall,

As I keep on waiting

For the light of the sun for all.


Sirens can be heard

Coming from the distance,

A crying call

For a form of peace and order.


No one comes to help,

Nothing comes to relieve

All these people crying

Out on the street.


Familiar faces linger

Waiting for the sun to dawn

For the perpetual darkness to lift

So that they no longer morn


I clutch at this pain

Now inside my chest.

This shouldn’t have to happen

They shouldn’t have to suffer at all.


Then I finally see it

A sign to end it all

To make the nightmare fade

An answer to the call.


A small light in the distance

Glows for all to see,

But so easily missed

When everyone’s head is down


This time won’t last forever

Light will illuminate the dawn.

This is preparation for the future,

An Omen of Reverence

Disturbing Image

An Elderly lady

Enjoys her coffee and hashbrown,

As she reads the paper

In a McDonalds, sitting down.

There’s nothing wrong

With this image I see,

And yet something about it

Keeps bothering me.

I can’t put my finger

On whatever it is,

As it sends my head

Into quite the tizz.

I keep thinking and thinking

About what it could be

About this image

That is bothering me,

Yet I come up

With no answers

As they slip away

Like well-trained dancers.

Is it the fact

That she’s in a McDonalds

Instead of a café

Without several Ronalds?

Or is it because

I am there too?


Sitting at a table

Eating for some reason,

When I could be somewhere else

Enjoying the season.

Instead I am sitting

In a corner alone

Away from everyone else there,

All on my own.

Maybe it is

That I am there too.


Maybe it’s not

The lady that’s bothering me

But more the fact

That I’m there to see,

As I sit there

Without any clue.

Drunken Misperception

Staggering around

With a drink in your hand,

Thinking you’re really cool

Because it’s your seventh drink tonight.

You’re at the point

Where your speech is slurred

And you feel you could do anything.


Stop just a minute

And take a look at yourself.

You’re a blind drunk staggering,

Stammering idiot

With a lot less brain cells

Than you had back in year eight.

You’re not cool,

You’re just plain stupid.

Is it really worth going somewhere,

Drinking some alcohol and ending up

Being the laughing stock of the night?

Don’t kid yourself.

You don’t need to drink to have fun

Or better yet

You don’t even have to drink at all.


Just because everyone else is doing it,

Doesn’t mean that

It’s the cool thing to do.

Bottom line,

There’s no real point in it at all.

We shouldn’t be drinking

Just to fit in,

Or getting drunk because

It’s supposedly fun.

What’s fun about having a hang over

The next morning,

Feeling like trash just so you can

Act like a clown

And damage your brain even further?



We hear of alcohol fuelled violence

And many stupid acts

That were committed

Whilst the committer

Of those actions was highly intoxicated.


Stop just a minute,

And think about your life.

Is it really worth wasting your money

So you can be a court jester,

Or so you can feel a slight buzz?

Think of all that you could do instead

And how much more respect

That people would have for you

If you didn’t drink at all

Or at least didn’t get drunk

At nearly every party.


Think about your actions

Before you end up doing something

That you will haunt you

For the rest of your life.




Pig Sty

Sex, Sex, Sex.

All over the TV.

All over the newspapers.

Look to a billboard

And it’s up there too.

It’s everywhere around us,

We can’t get away from it.


Sex, Sex, Sex.

Some guy in a movie

Saying ‘next, next, next.’

To all of the women

After sleeping with them,

Giving teenage boys

The misconceived idea

That it’s the right thing to do.


Sex, Sex, Sex.

Girls going around at night

Showing the boys

What they’ve got

And leaving very little

To the imagination,

All because they read about it

And see it in the magazines,

Giving them the impression

That boys won’t like them

Unless they go around like that.


Sex, Sex, Sex,

Is this what society has come to?

Is this what is accepted

As the social norm?

We’re becoming a filthy civilization,

Controlled by a dirty desire

And influenced by a tarnished world.

‘Sex sells.’ they say,

But it corrupts the mind

At the end of the day.


Sex, Sex, Sex,

Do we really want our children

To be exposed

To all of this,

Corrupting their innocence

And forcing them to grow up

Quicker than they should?


Sex, Sex, Sex.

That’s all that life

Seems to be about now,

When it should be about

So much more.

We look down on porn,

And yet it’s well embedded

Within the world order.


Sex, Sex, Sex.

We’re all people of the same

Value and worth,

We’re not objects to be used

To fulfil someone’s

Dirty dishonourable desires.


Sex, Sex, Sex.

Let us cast this demon

Out of our society,

Free our people from

Its lustful entanglement

And deliver us from

Its evil embrace.


Sex no more!

Let us restore

Its original god given

Intention and meaning,

And heal a world

In much need of cleaning.