Empty

It’s hindersome, this inward way when the outwards one is restricted,

raises the kinds of thoughts usually dismissed by that e-mail or phone call,

no distractions has freed the mind, filling it with the normal and the wayward,

into the mystical and fantastical, into the dreamy, and into hell,

and it’s tiresome, this battle to keep the darkness in its rightful position,

it’s downright impossible those times I cannot help but let the tears flow,

when a song I loved, a song about love and life, sunshine and movement,

highlights this current state of isolation we find ourselves in.

Yesterday I drove the pass on our doorstep at the proper speed deemed for my car

because I could, there was no one, not another car, not a moving creature, nothing,

four lanes of emptiness... and that’s how the chambers of my heart feel right now, empty.

The biggest trick of all time

This is not right, no-one can tell me this is right,
looking over your shoulder to see who is around,
who is watching, who is friend, who is foe,
the fear-ridden snitching on their own neighbour
in the name of everyone’s wellbeing???
Who needs police and prison wardens
when you convince the majority at large
of a threat so great they would betray their own brother
to ensure every living soul locks themselves up voluntarily,
in self-imposed isolation, to ward off an enemy
as real as the Emperor’s new coat?
Yes, there is an enemy, a very real threat,
and when the puff of smoke from this magic trick evaporates,
you will find yourself in a world of unimaginable ruin and destruction
in which few will be free from the dominance of the darkness,
in which few will be free to wage the ultimate battle long foretold.
Or are there more than the few that we think?

Damnation

There was a time people locked themselves into their houses

because the sick were lining the streets, dying,

today we hide in our homes when we have yet to see an ill person.

Is this fear innate programming, used by the supremely wicked

to manipulate us into subservient beings, free only to do their bidding?

Will society be ruled by laws removing every vestige of freedom, joy and light

which too is innate in our being?

Does our joy and light pain our masters so, them, who are riddled with greed

and a hunger for power and possessions, that empty void they never can fill

and they know it. So they will destroy all that is good, that is love, that is light

to live in eternal darkness and damnation, because, believe me, justice will prevail,

if not on this plane then in the next, and that is a fact, that is what I believe!

In the blink of an eye

Is it as hopeless as predicted,

is there still hope, as some say there is,

is there a solution to the conflicts that dwell

in each of our hearts and minds?

Will the villain be successor,

will this be the end of all good,

have we really all forgotten what it’s like to be free

of the fears and threats thrown at us every day?

How did we get to be so programmed

to acquiesce no matter the bullshit served to us,

I am shocked to stupefaction,

I am mortified at my own response,

I am stunned by the deceptions,

the devious methods and intricate networks

created for our convenience and pleasure

now turned Warden on its prisoners,

taken, our self, our courage, our belief between right and wrong,

we have been hammered and attacked at every point, they grasp our every weakness

and they are one step away from flicking the switch and we will be imprisoned,

in both body and mind, am I the only one desperate to put a halt to this madness,

for heaven’s sake, please look and see!

In this rain drenched night

In this rain drenched night

only the wicked are walking,

prowling for the lonely,

seeking out the weak,

hidden from the innocent

by the veil hanging in the streets.

Is the monster really walking

in the streets or is it maybe,

the knowing you’ve inside you,

you are capable of the very worst,

yes, you want to,

yes, you can,

yes, it’s fright’ning, just one thought

can erase all you’ve fought for, all you’ve ever sought.

In this rain drenched night

I am walking with my demons,

hitting out of hurt,

punishing out of pain,

overruled my latent goodness,

in this moment madness reigns.

If you could...

Have you ever considered how much bigger the world would be if you could,

could bypass your fears and step into the unknown,

could shrug off your anxieties, syndromes and labels,

how much more you could do,

how much more would be open to you,

how much more would be possible

if you didn’t willing step into the boxes placed before you,

without option to personalise.

Have you considered how much freer you would be

if you didn’t have to conform to the roles imposed upon you by society,

if you knew you belonged, without having to meet pre-set norms,

how much easier you would breathe without the load of the outside world

pressing down on you,

how much more fulfilled you would be if you lived your dream, if you lived your belief,

if you were free to follow your heart…

What happened to the world

What happened to the world where the young respected the old,

where the migrant moulded to the settled,

where the existing was treated with deference?

I have no more patience for the cries from the weak,

demanding respect and tolerance,

outraged, when the abnormal is treated as such,

where the choice of who and what we associate with is no longer ours,

and our words are strangled before we can utter them.

I have no more tolerance for those who beg out due to their own inefficiencies,

who need to be treated with kid gloves lest they are triggered by the inconsequential.

The world is harsh. Treating the weaker as equals, has created a society

where abnormal is normal and right is wrong.

When differences were a choice made by the strong,

it led to a better existence, with stronger, healthier, happier people.

Instead, the incapable dominate by sheer noise and pushy brusqueness,

pointing fingers at the outside world instead of back into themselves.

How can you hope to become strong and independent if you keep hiding behind a label,

a safe space, bowing out instead of manning up, expecting the majority to tiptoe around the minority lest we inadvertently trip them up to melt down into a worthless puddles of fast evaporating water in the heat of the midday sun.

When did strong and capable become the undesirable?

When did being balanced and healthy become a threat?

When did normal become an aberration, something to be avoid, downplayed, even hidden?

When did I start censoring my own opinions and beliefs?

Who has handed the power over to the weak?

Have I passed over into another world?

[of you]

It’s empty, where you used to lie,

cold, where you used to touch me,

hollow, the songs which meant so much

to you and me,

dusk is falling in showy colours,

soon it will be dark,

and I will be alone

with my memories

[of you]