News from a friend of time to
Short
So life goes on

Wakened in a  mess
My drunken lack of sleep
Life goes on

Bills all laid in a cluttered fall
House crumbles  
Bones creak
So life goes on

My friend my friend
Life goes on

The birds sang to the raining dawn
People woke
Many took their last breath
So life goes on  

Let your music play
Let your heart be open
Be the one you always always
knew you was
Life goes on

Dont you ever get tired
Tired of this day and last night
Tired of drinking coffee made from the gravy of a cows ****
Or tired from the vile armpits plastered in your face on the tube

I get tired
Tired of drivers that try and cut me in two like their scissors or something
Tired of so called men in cars with big exhausts and white vests parking in A disabled bay or parent and child when they are by themselves

I get tired too
Tired of all the fake news on the tv about a failed pop star loosening their Clothes whilst kids around the world starve
Tired of politicians telling me how much better off I am than i was 5 years Ago ....really !!!

Tiring aint it
Tired of people always moaning yet seeing them never take a step to Change their life's
Tired of the world in debt to itself from this so called money that doesn't Even exist
I'm tired of all this

Why cant we live together
Why do we do such harm
I want to live in heavens eyes
I want to live the land

Why do we fight for dusty tracks
Such evils are not born
It's time for us to change our rights
I'm tired of all this harm

So tired

Gentle in he walks
A dog to follow obedient to his masters rule
The Thirst from the day
Ready
See's him drink away the water to belly
Full of a laughters cheer

A kind man
That talks away the night
In his own mingled fashion
Northern up the here
He says
To a room full of souths
Still the drink flows divine

His ails now gone
Be the gaunt a distant reminder
On his love for life
All wed and settled
To a way the village breaths

Yet I know of him
Words for soothing be given
For those about to grieve
My grief
And
My loss

But that was then
And
Life is now
We know how to play
Our game so much better these days
So it is alas my friend

Just one Cornetto

It is my ink inlaid with blood that I do write from my heart,I fear not what lays before me I fear not what walls my quill may break. I need no shame in what I write nor feel as my writing will and shall remain so from me and my heart My sword is sharp,sharper than any steel for I need no threat to obtain my feelings,no anger in my voice for only in your mind will I blossom and win the war within ....the peace shall be my Eden

We carry on our daily roles
We breath the air
Control our goals
And yet I wonder if we do care
Our world is broken
In despair  

I watch the news  
It's bitter taste
All this anger
All this rage
No food to feed the poor and needy
Bankers bonus  
Hungry
Greedy  

Fighting over dust of land
Politicians killing grand
All because a dollar bill
Yen or sterling
All gods will

Blankets hidden
Cold go shiver
Fine the starving
Feed the killer

I believe we've come to far
The world is broken
Self the harm
The world is broken
I'm in tears
Ive seen the future
This my fear

Note ....Having watched the news tonight I am completely broken,canceled children's operations in my own back yard ,fighting in Syria,bankers gambling our pensions away,bedroom tax,sanctions for those most in need of food ,profits for big business while the poor go unfed,police soldiers and yes big brother watching us.
Why do we allow such countries to fight,is it not the people that suffer,why do we allow the likes of North Korea,why do we allow the likes of America to treat their poor as so yet spend so much on warfare.Why do we treat our elderly so awful in the UK.
Why ???
Why ???
Why ???

Because The World is Broken .....