Awaiting deaths knock to call at my door,
Often I wonder what I was put here for;
I feel the journey will be long and dark,
But death means nothing when you have no heart.

Hush little baby don't you cry,
Daddy left you with no goodbye;
Thrown about as you cry and shout
You beg and cry and bleed even more,
As he furiousley throws you into the door;
Next is his bed were all your memories were made,
Where he left you to rot and fade;
You hurt so bad deep down within,
But darling his acts were not your sin.

Pretty little girl as the sun dies down,
why were those lips cursed with a frown?

Her heart was once an ocean to give,
But her life was one that wasn't quite lived.

As the darkness takes her whole,
She feels her body apart her soul.
Falling long and far, she reaches out to touch a star,
As whispers float around her ear;
They tell her, her home is near.

The Department
I was walking down a long corridor in a Victorian building,
big and imposing stone place I was looking for a licensing
office.  As I passed a door of solid oak heard atypical
tapping of canes I opened the door the tapping stopped
a group of old men glared at me I meekly asked who they
were? Look at the sign on the door they barked I did and
on it was written “Department for angry old men.”
I joined them and was given a cane for free. A wonderful
place here we sit and protest against every invention and
women who work in offices and youth who never do as
they are told, some of them joining ISIS just to make
granddad mad. No respect, a word that flies around the room
and is spat out by old tongues. Secretly we are happy here
where we even can criticise Netanyahu and not be called anti
Semitic old Nazis.

End of democracy

I think we are witnessing a historic shift
the page has turned and our ideas about
democracy is regarded with suspicion
because it is in inclusive and give too much
freedom to the individual. This idea that
a person could have his own faith instead
of a faith that included all and those who
cannot conform must die.

This philosophy flies in the face of us who
has fought for this goal, only to find this is
not what the people want and you cannot
fight the future. For me this will a bleak time
murderous and peaceful, but it will not last
the conservative forces will not prevail.

It's prom tonight
And my date said I look cute
Whats the problem when I am a girl
And I am wearing a suit

I am the one who has to wait
For the right moment
To tell you
That I am not straight

I think thats kinda unfair
I am waiting for the day
That you are struggling to tell me
That you are not gay