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.


The day I stop standing

For what I believe in,

Is the day

That I stop believing.


The day I stop caring

About those around me,

And feel nothing inside

While only caring

About myself and my needs,

Is the day

That I stop believing.


The day the devil stops

Trying to make these things happen,

Is the day that Jesus

Comes and makes all things

Right in this world.


We must stay strong

In this life

And resist all temptation.

We must never

Let the devil win

In his sinful plight.


Lord God I pray,

Continue to give me strength

So I never see the day

That I stop believing.

Well Off

A woman complains

About the quality of food

That she got

From a fast food chain,

Whilst another whines

About not being able

To find a parking space.


A man goes on

About being disturbed

In front of the TV,

Whilst another groans

About not being served

Quick enough at the bar.


The next door neighbour

Is having a fit

Over the price of their bills

And is deeply concerned

About how they’re going to

Afford their next holiday

To a five star resort overseas.


If they’re their only problems,

How lucky are they?

There’s a child in Africa

Trying to figure out

How to feed and care

For himself and three others.

There’s also a man over there

That just found out

He’s going to die from

A disease that’s curable

In our country,

Leaving behind four kids

And not a penny to spend.


There’s a girl in Haiti

That’s stuck

Living in slavery

Just so she

Can send money to her family.

There’s a woman there too

That’s wondering

How she’d going to survive

Whilst gangs roam the streets

And take from those

Who have none.


We complain about

Our own mundane lives,

But we should count

Ourselves fortunate

That for most of us

Our next question

Isn’t ‘where’s my food

Gonna come from?’

And that we can live

Our lives with modern



Spare a thought for those

That live in an impoverished nation

And are in desperate need

Of some sort of salvation.

They are people

Just like you and me,

But they’re not as lucky

And need our help.


Instead of spending our time

Being overly greedy,

Why don’t we help those

That are desperately needy.

We can spare a few dimes,

And a few thoughts

To help them make

Something good of their lives.


Why don’t we share our wealth

Across the globe,

Give a voice to those

That can’t be heard,

And lend a helping hand

To the unfortunate people

That are down on their luck.


Then we can bring salvation

To the desperate nations

Across the world,

And then man can achieve

True equality.