There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are gone time's moved on
we have to stop the sands rewind the hands
things are going downhill something's not quite right
the streets are ours mine and yours
let's make it safe to walk at night
mobsters pranksters jokers gangsters
losers one and all
dopers no-hopers gangbangers too
they're the ones should take the fall
now to be heard we need action not words
let's stand up on our own two feet
and take back the streets
Summer- embraced, like a returning friend-
from a distant land. Here warmth descends-
here, she’s standing at the green fence.
Listen- Summer’s chipping off her snack-
rain and leaves crunched, with the cracks,
incessantly- stirring a nostalgic hunger’s lack.
Summer & melancholic hopers/the night eaters
in awakened dreams that have a bygone savor
of love & loss becoming- temporary painkillers.
Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll be the last,
still waiting on into the night.
Leaves play dead upon the tracks,
witnesses of goodbye sorrows,
Reluctant feet climb Station Bridge,
chorusing metallic echoes,
And though you left so long ago,
I'll wait for you again tomorrow.
Bellicose actions destroy serenity,
I revert to my default setting,
An emotionless illusion,
A figment, just a hairs length out of reach,
Where you've always wanted me,
My need for you, chaste and tamed.
Thin cracks spider the sheltering veneer,
A brand new glimpse at lucid skies,
Mind now clear of all ambition,
I possess the grace to be ashamed.
Please, don't look at me,
Your potent gaze makes me ugly.
You make me nothing.
I don't deserve the love and light,
Second chances are for hopers and dreamers,
For wish-makers and the believers.
It's not just words you put in my mouth
These pills are all that matter now.
What are you doing?
Don't do that!
Don't give it money
It lives on the street.
I hate to see these no-hopers
No shoes on their feet!
It's puts me off my coffee and my tasty sweet!
They make me feel uncomfortable when they don't even have food to eat!
I bet his story is so pathetic, so young but giving up on life?
Well NO not really, he's just lost his wife!
Well NO not really, his friends are all dead!
Well NO not really, he's limping badly because he got shot in the leg!
WELL NO NOT REALLY, HE'S FOUGHT IN A WAR!!!!
Come home to be cast out because he's different from before!
He risked his life trying to fight for your freedom and rights while you sat on your backside!
You owe him your tasty little sweet, your coffee and so much more beside!
In this world of doubters and no hopers
it begins to effect you to be negative
making yourself to doubt everything
thinking you've been put on sedative
But when you discover real faith
grasping truth of God with firm hold
possibilities become real and true
you watch life begin to unfold
From that time you bow to God's will
making Him Lord to be in control
leading and guiding your every step
having given His son for your soul
Your soul is saved to all eternity
Jesus paid the price at Calvary's cross
there He took your sin as His own
now you're free He took your loss
So the impossible has been possible
you've received God's blessed salvation
He put your sin on Christ His son
now freely pardoned in redemption
This is available to all who believe
trusting God that this can be
when you believe on His word
impossible is possible you do agree!
Bellicose actions destroy serenity,
I revert to my default setting,
An emotionless illusion,
A figment, just a hairs length out of reach,
Where you've always wanted me,
My need for you, chaste and tamed.
Thin cracks spider the sheltering veneer,
A brand new glimpse at lucid skies,
Mind now clear of all ambition,
I possess the grace to be ashamed.
Please, don't look at me,
Your potent gaze makes me ugly.
You make me nothing.
I don't deserve the love and light,
Second chances are for hopers and dreamers,
For wish-makers and the believers.
It's not just words you put in my mouth
These pills are all that matter now.
Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll be the last,
still waiting on into the night.
Leaves play dead upon the tracks,
witnesses of goodbye sorrows,
Reluctant feet climb Station Bridge,
chorusing metallic echoes,
And though you left so long ago,
I'll wait for you again tomorrow.
Ladies dress up, looking their best
Pretty clothes chosen just to impress
Perfumed and pretty the ladies in high heels
Their menfolk look keen and prepare to do deals
It’s Ladies Day, at Ascot, an important event
For spending one’s money and not paying the rent
The crowd roars and cheers with tipsy excitement
Champagne overflows with the toffs and the titled
The royals parade for the eager crowd
Top hats lifted and politeness all round.
The fine horses parade sweating and anxious
Whilst trainers give jockeys tips for the action
Bookmakers sing out the odds for punters
Whilst tic tac men send secret codes to funders
Favourites are picked for substantial bets
Whilst outsiders are chosen by those with large debts
The stalls are opened and the horses surge out
Whips crack, and jockeys curse mounts
The favourite pushes through so beautifully
And the no hopers go backwards for all to see
The favourite is a winner just by a nod
the crowd cheers and eagerly collect their huge wads
For the beaten it is a day to try to forget
And the losing tickets flutter down with regret
The racegoers journey back home, fortunes spent
Whilst their ladies plan for next year’s event
London Calling
“This is pure criminality” the prime minister said, and his soft face
quivered in rage. “The guilty will be found and punished by the full
force of the law.” Yes, ok. I think the riot was more than criminality.
Suddenly a group of no hopers, people condemned to poverty had
a voice and their voice was violence. For the first time in their life
they had freedom, to break free of the shackles of misery and feel
the invigorating sense of power. Young people doomed to idleness,
living in filthy sub standard estates, now they called the shots.
Masters of the world, what a great time they had even though, they
knew it couldn’t last. This was their great moment to be savoured.
What comes after this is bleakness, a life of day jobs or going in and
out of prisons. They will be middle aged and poor; spawn offspring
who like them are without a future. They will get old poor and poor,
but they will always have the glorious days of August 2011.
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