He is cool
And brave
Respectful
and respected
Men follow
Women swoon
Bright words from
His tongue bloom
Visionary thoughts
Mould the world
Strong and graceful
Effortless with grace
Steadfast, trustworthy
True, through and through
Yet
Where is he?
Not on our screens
Not in our books
Not anywhere that
The lost boy looks
There is a void
for our boys
So they fill it
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Shameful behaviour
Disgusting is the message
Relentless at men
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Education grows
Crime statistics are falling
Just saying, that’s all
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Changing times and names
War and scandal and divorce
Mother reigns again
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Debauchery swells
Lazy Princes and mad Kings
Produced and Empress
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The thistle embraced the wilting rose
Joined the lands as one
Wars still rumbled across hill and plain
Dividing faith from faith
The stewards who ascended high
Would rise and fall and rise
Held heads so high they thought divine
Then tumbled to the ground
Sons of the island lost to war
The people scarred and tired
One form of tyrant sent to death
Another imposed dark law
Return and rise the steward’s house
Shaky on the seat
Look to longingly to the holy see
The thistle withered away
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A renaissance across the land
Throwing off the far-flung shackles
For new ones closer to home
A new white dawn
Grabbing the holy riches
Gold crosses forged to swords
War in all directions
An empire to rebuild
Tall ships grew and multiplied
New lands found and won
The power of word proliferates
Especially the words of one
All the globe within the globe
Sounds echo down to now
Expose the hearts of Kings and Queens
Commoner, thief and maid
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The invaders became the natives
And the empire grew and grew
Still one tongue ruled, another served
Ambitious chances were few
Once King extended the lands
Far across the sea
A golden time of riches
For those who were still free
In wars the riches squandered
By the lion and the snake
Rebellion loomed open the crown
As liberty crawled awake
So some power leaked away
Through the reluctant pen
That signed the future of the land
Hope was found again
For many years this house ruled
Until the roses clashed
From golden empire this dynasty
To war and bloodshed crashed
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Rising up and crashing down
On the cold, dark northern sea
Through hail and thunder, rain and show
The dark behind we flee
Filled with fear and hunger
From their lands bereft
They gorged their souls on anger
Till nothing else was left
They crashed upon the naked shores
Like children of the thunder
And every wall they came across
The smashed and tore asunder
The burnt the words of holy men
Carved scars into the nation
But also left their words and ways
While singing their elation
Some stayed in the conquered lands
Creating yet more divides
Their echoes ring across the years
In our veins their blood resides
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The end of dynasties across the land
The removal of a class
The subjugation of a race
Custom smashed like glass
Upon the barest thread of claim
They came to take the crown
Rewrote the laws that bind us still
And all was written down
Here began the deep divide
Between rulers and the ruled
They claimed the justice of the lord
But very few were ruled
So across the short sea gap they came
With sword and shield and horse
Built castles high and mighty
Changing this fair island’s course
Adding new language to our tongues
Enriching and splitting too
Some words reserved for nobility
And some would never do
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Waves of gold crash onto the shore
Bringing fire and steel and songs and roars
Colour and light bleed into the dark
Writing new borders, new Gods, new laws
Times of war and the shining axe
The pagan, the warrior, the thegn
The land divided up once more
Darkness was here again
Lost the marble luxuries
Returned to hall and hearth
Here began the journey
Of these words winding path
And here were born the names
That linger down through time
That gives us all identity
Born from conquests crime
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Lines upon lines
Red and gold
Standing against
The wild blue bold
A stamps of order
And authority
Here is born
Conformity
Silk and steel
Rules the land
Gifts and death
In this hand
Shapes indelible
Left on the land
Words both spoken
And written in sand
Strength and order
The order of the day
The eagles left
Their order will stay
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Hard, cold and grey
Dull and unreflective
Sharpened for weapons of war
Blunted for tools of toil
Yet there is more
Glowing in the forge
Twisted into marble patterns
Delicate chains and swirls
Mounts for jewels
Brooches for queens
Pins and forks and hooks
A myriad of ideas were born
Flowing from use to form
New forms growing fast
The sword fights, the lock defends
The cauldron holds the feast
Times of war and growth of lore
Times of great halls a roaring
Look past the iron-grey mist of time
To see the colours flower
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They left a legacy written in stone
Plain for all to see
Yet there are less lucid signs
Discovered carefully
Lines that lay across the land
Tales of times gone by
Showing us in hidden ways
To be read by those who try
The tracks we walked long ago
The boundaries of old
A story laid on every hill
And every vale and fold.
And on our tongues and in our tales
Echoes of the past
Holy places beyond the cross
Beyond a gulf so vast
Shapes and forms from ancient times
Still glimpsed within the heart
Of dance and song and tales that burn
And every blessed art
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So they gathered through all the seasons
No plan, no goal, no reason
Anyone would have thought they had agoraphobia
Reality, they imagined, could be held back forever
Socially seeking some satisfying Saturdays
Never needing new nighttime neon
All agreeing an admirable agenda
Rich raw results really render
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The story lingers
on. History casts its shadow
Misty Times ahead
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I have been put in so many boxes
No wonder I have lost my head
My left hand has lost the right
My heart is by the brown bread
My eyes are somewhere dark and grim
Can’t tell where or when
My feet are tied to a tired path
They wander again and again
But it doesn’t matter
My imagination can fly
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I
Once held back the sea
My name lent to these lands
I
Wandered since the dawn of time
Wander lonely still
I
The unseen walker in the trees
Always close behind
I
The whisperer good rulers heed
Then drowned out by greed
I
have been, am still, will be
When the time is right
I
Fatherless, explorer, wisdom’s well
Poet for the fight
I
Spark and dart through time and night
Dealing fate some blows
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I hold aloft my steel
Scarlet streaked
With invaders blood
My flag whips
High on the hill
A victory that will echo
Across the land
At my feet
The dead
Men women and children
Warriors and supporters
Murder of an infant nation
That will yet rise again
Yet
My sword and I
Will be hailed
Through history
The hero and his weapon
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Brushed by crowded, swaying ferns
The scent of warm loam arises
Silence reigns, no birdsong rings
Signs missed by the men approaching
With their plunder they blunder along
Beneath the high arched canopy
And a new scent mingles with forest smells
fear and anticipation
Smooth and straight and true the shaft
Hard the piercing point
Today the plunder will be reclaimed
The price repaid in blood
Together, in silence, we draw our bows
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A pillow, a rock,
A wage slave and a lover
Is this all I am
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The lord of darkness cometh
draped in shades of grey
So many tastes of opium
are available today
Opium is not the only drug
to while away the hours
So much poison sugar
before which reason cowers
For every palette there’s a taste
for every twisted dream
On endless shelves in endless dens
the merchandise does gleam
So the sellers sell us
down the river deep
To dream our dreams of sweet success
though we do not sleep
And while we dream on endlessly
the future will never bring
The day we rise up and in hand
to solve
anything
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My head is twirling
And whirling like winter winds
Against solid stone
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Ho. Ah.
So, lah
Row far
LowGo shah
in kar
sar rah
sea
Hic ar tee, sec ar tee, el ar tee, ho
Billowing, willowing echoing deep
Dark shadows from afar
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Sunlight streams through clouds
Warm, cascading waterfalls
Dispelled by a breeze
The cold reaches deep
Frozen icicles of time
Teeth in red-hot jaws
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So we draw to the close of another year
An arbitrary space of time
And to me only one thing is clear
That out of the minutes does climb
Despite all the doom and the pressure
Despite all my weakness and fails
No matter my railing at life
No matter my aches and my wails
I am loved by the people around me
My wife and my smiling son
If life is a human race
Then I concede I have won.
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What good is a day
against infinity?
What good are muscles
against rock?
What good is a fence
against the flood?
What good is will
within a lock?
Somewhere there’s a key
the will open
The prison that holds fast
the will
The waters will part
The mountain will fall
Infinity will be
just a spark
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Angels falling forever
Angels lost from the sky
Angels hearing truth
From those devils that lie
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What can we say then
That will make a difference
In a noisy world
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Deaf to me the world
My voice lost in the clamour
Will my life follow?
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For one small heart
Put aside the pride
The bruised ego
For another day
And be better
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Choices, where are mine?
They seem to have slipped away
Somewhere down river
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Helping hands
Supporting
Cradling
Shoring up
Pat on the back
Giving
Strong
Holding
Controlling
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One light out
A film of grime
Kicked up from the road
Travelled on
Switches broken
Things won’t turn on
Or off
Squeals and grinds
And groans
Deflation
Thirsty
Dim
My car
And me
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Rock
Roll
Hard
Place
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Silver spar pierces the heart
Quivering
Threatening to break
Silver slit steals into the dark
Thrumming
The peace and the feel
Silver streak mars the black
Revealing
The years and the pain
Like rain
In a dark forest
Always silver, never gold.
Never warm, always cold
No longer young but old
Never saved always sold
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Green grass allures
On the other side
Reflects in green
In my eyes longing
But the green is not the grass
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Blood soaked steel
The sword of a knight
Held up proud
Aloft and bright
He hums to himself
“For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government
shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor,
the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace”
With banshee scream
He storms on down
To hammer home peace.
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Black wings
Rushing, beating, clouding all
Death
The all-consuming
Undeniable
Descends, swoops
Threatens and laughs
Yet
Dismissed with a thought
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Mercury sang to his mother
A plea for help against a world
That loved his every word and deed
But hated his most secret thoughts
They would not accept what he was
In the deepest part of his soul
When will the world catch up
With the genius and the lover
When can the Mercury Mothers
Love their sons’ very hearts
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Swimming in infinity
Our thoughts and words and deeds
Seeking out affinity
Where ideas can become seeds
And grow beyond the fates
Of our everyday lives
And open up the gates
where potentiality thrives
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Two
Ribbons
Of mist
Hang
Twirling slowly
Around him
Sitting
Silent
In his cage
A cage of
Gold chains
And
Silver bars
Built of responsibility
Parenthood
Husbandhood
Manhood
The cage compresses
The darkness that
Fills it
Darkness surrounds him
Tries to engulf him
But the ribbons of mist
Twirl
Slowly
As he waits
Until One Day
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Sighing
Trying
Flying
Buying
Here am I just Sighing, Trying hard
To start of my Flying, Buying time
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Exhaustion seeps in
Draining away all my will
Where’s my little pill
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Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window
I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true
Most the world walks by
Seeing a different way
This morning gives me hope
But the light washes out
Shadows darken veils
Traditions bear down
The beauty and the mystery
The reason and the truth
Are left behind again
The door is closed again
As ancient lore and law
Return us to the night
So we worry like old men
On the road to night again
Wondering what the dawn will bring
Will we hear the lonely blackbird sing
And then the heart beats a skip once more
as our dreams falter
Complex systems crowd our minds
Light penetrating through the blinds
Nowhere safe to settle down our thoughts
No reprise to high ethereal courts
And so we close our eyes to the blinding light
and slowly we falter
Solid waters chills our bones
Sitting in the orange cones
Going nowhere on this winding road
Never understanding the blinking code
So we ride on ignorance and bliss
and never alter
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Firefighting
The act of fixing someone else’s
Mistakes
With little
Reward
Or
As it’s also known
Life
Early sun rises
And a lazy eye opens
Alligator wakes
Old light from the past
Is still illumination
Wisdom echoes far
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