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That Old Dog

That big black dog s behind me
He's breathing down my neck
Hes got me staring through the cracks
I know he's got me tracked
He knows my little weaknesses
And all my aching flaws
He stops the sun from shining
and trips me up at doors
He makes me feel I'm small and lost
Yet won't leave me alone
And though he leaves me starving
For him I have a bone
That old black dog he's restless
He's biting at my heels
He wants to make a meal of me
He's got me on my knees
That black dog he has me beat
He has my head in tatters
He rags me in his drooling jaws
and spits me on the street
But my old dog he's faithful
and I keep him by my side
For though I know he holds me back
I match him stride for stride
For without him I would not be whole
I wouldn't be complete
My fears and flaws are part of me
make up the being of my soul
I must learn to live with me
and with my black dog
To live for just this moment
See the sunshine through the smog
But I must remember who is master
Is it me or is it dog?

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A Haunted Green Sea

I am haunted by a sea of green eyes
A whole people fleeing the terror of death dropping skies
I'm hating the government and their murderous lies
These people want only to live safely in peace
When will this horrific and senseless war cease?
At least let's have the humanity to help these men flee
With their women and children to reach some safety
For tomorrow in their place could be you or me
And I'd like to know that there's people who see
That war is not made by the wee man who just wants a good life 
But the corporate killers with their greed and their strife
I hope and I pray that these people some day
Can return as they wish to those mountains and skies
And that love ,joy ,and laughter can return to those eyes.

To the refugees at Grande Synthe, Dunkirk
and all those fleeing from dreadful deeds.

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Loki

Loki son of giant's
and bender of rules
Trickster of gods
Ignorer of fools
He's the sight of the spring time
The sower of oats
Deity of mayhem
Of fire and smoke

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Open Sesame

Aladdin and his magic lamp,Ali Baba and his thieves. 
Sinbad and his sailors ship , a thousand tales like these.
I wish I had a djinni, who could open up these doors,
that men with dead eyes sceamed and planned to order borders closed.

Because these people never chose to leave, the warm hearths of their homes,
to trudge a thousand miles and more, through rain and wind and snows.
Their elders and their children, carried on their backs,
the memories of their brothers lives ,in tears shed down those endless tracks. 

These honorable ,proud people, their stories will live on,
but the land that they were born in ,ancient Persia it is gone.
And the drones keep dropping bombs on them ,at a hundred grand a pop,
and so these people have to leave,is this murder ever gonna stop?

And then to be treate so badly, when forced out of their homes.
Young girls ,and boys,our children, frightened, hungry and alone.
The faith that it can give you,to meet a kind and caring face,
can feed magic to the heart again, like feeling safe and out the rain.

As where there's creatures cold and lifeless ,there's also humans full of life,
and a gift of grub and coffee can give meaning back to life.
And the monsters think their dosh will save them,when the worlds been blown apart,
the seas and rivers poisoned, the mountains hearts ripped out!
But as a red man wisely said "you cannot eat money"
I wouldn't give those fools a week if our bees stopped making honey.

For every living creature should be welcome to a space,
that's safe and warm and comfortable ,and no man should judge that not the case.
So those of us that can,should stand up and be heard,
when there's people sewing up their lips ,to say nothing is absurd.

For all the magic in the world would sadly be just wasted,
if men refused to help the weak,picked up guns and were racist.
And if we could call a djinni, he'd spread out both his hands,
he'd wipe the zombies from our world and give the homeless back their lands.
And happy ever after could still end a thousand tales,
and magic can live on in us, and in Arabias forever, drifting sands.

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Dalia

My daughter made her entrance
while in the heavens Hale Bop danced
We lived high up on a mountain
and the signs weren't great
the car had broken down again
I guess you'd call it fate

Is there room at the inn today?
Her father knocking on doors 
 pleading for a bed for us on any body's floors
Dolce the innkeeper s mother
She looked me eye to eye
And knew that we were ready
That kinda look don't lie
A big old key for a small barn door
Our maternity bed ,a few coats on the floor

So she was born in a barn that day
Amongst the bike bits,the crates and the hay
And the Angels sang
"Waaaaah" she exclaimed
as her sister poked her in the eye
making sure that she was real 
And really was alive
"Happy birthday" cried the Bombaderros
With a smile that lit the gloom
"Your a little late " I mutter
and hugged my newest wee sweet bloom
Born strong my youngest daughter
Strong and Pure and True
and "Shut the bloody door" we shout
As she's scooting out the room

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My Wild Woman

My wild woman 
Roars in me 
A mountainlioness stalking 
storm surging waves at sea
She rages to be
My wild woman dances                                         
Without fear
She sings flamenco flings spins and things
Are crystal clear
My wild woman she can hold
the whole world in her embrace
and keep all her children safe from harm
None dare envade her space
My wild woman will never take no shite
knows nature can be cruel
but who gave man the right?
My wild woman is a flaming dragon queen
Emerald eyes bright celestial skies
and her fiery breath lights up the night
my wild woman
You wouldn't wanna mess 
Fiercely gentle are her ways
And shes gorgeous in a dress

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Punk

Diamond in the rough
Not intelligent enough for some
A drunk
Staggeringly fkd up burnt out punk
A wasted shell
A washed up piece of junk
Or maybe I just smell
These fking insecurities that follow me around
That trip me up and tie me down
till I'm beaten blue and broken on the ground
And as I fly here spinning round
by fragile threads of hope
the spidermen came down from mars 
and loosen up my ropes
And that cloak I wear to keep me warm
That  woven web of shite
I throw it off that husk of shame
And dance into the night

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Fortress Europe

So many people surviving on hope
risking their lives to reach fortress Europe
how do you choose which route take
walk 2000 miles or take your chances to  float

The beaches of Lesbos ,where so many have died
they have wept oceans ,these women that cry
their children washed up on the shores of that land
picked up like driftwood lying grey in the sand
nameless and voiceless these lives that we've lost
how can we recover what is the true cost?
Cause after the Nazis ,we said "never again"
and yet here we are relieving that pain

How can they allow this, these powers that be
to shut out these people, let them die in this sea
The world never had borders ,till man came along
and built up defences, and got so much wrong
Let's have faith in each other, and let them in
they've been through so much horror ,in the place where they've been
give them back hope and a place to call home
Show them love and compassion in some 
as who would wish anything like this on their own

Let's get rid of these monsters ,who would have this so
they can make more power and money 
 make their machines go
We don't wanna live in a fortress like this
we want to live where theres freedom and bliss
 So let's knock them down ,any fences and walls 
Let's take them down and have freedom for all!

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Feed Em To the Crocodiles

Feed em to the crocodiles
Cameron and his Tory liars
Their monstrous atrocities
make crocs come across all soft and fluffy
They like to give us someone to blame
the jobless ,the homeless, the sick and the lame
cause otherwise we might get it together
to add up their crimes ,to suss their sick game

so let's feed em to the crocodiles
The people of the British isles
were daft enough to believe their lies
so desperate for a bit of hope
they gave those Tory cuntz their vote
and now that the factories and the library's shut down
and the workers lay down their tools
and the shite that they happily shove down our throats
that their companies sell us to keep us all fools
their rich snouts are stuck in the troughs on our tables
greedily stealing the food from the country's less able

So let's feed em to the crocodiles
for this I'd walk for miles and miles
to hear an enormous gruesome crunch
of a sweet fitting end to this Orrible bunch

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Pointing Fingers

When you point a finger
There's three that's pointing back.
I was taught as a nipper,and I have learnt just that
To stand and judge another, you must be squeaky clean
And even then,who put you on a pedastool to be my king or Queen.
As to err is human,but to forgive sublime
And I have to live with my actions,its not your life its mine.
Until you've walked another's shoes,
how can you say which path you'd choose.
I try to treat others the best that I can,
can't be doing with judges ,they're against natures plan.
As with the laws of chaos,there's a very fine line,
Between love and hate,good and bad,sunlight and moonshine.
I have to take, whatever I have coming,
to forgive myself first,its about mindful knowing.
I do know people judge, when they feel guilt themselves,
cause its easier to point at others,then breaking down their own shells.
So if you've got a problem, come out and say it straight.
To hold inside and fester,will only create hate.
Then when its laid before us, we can work it out,
sometimes we gotta cry, laugh ,talk and shout.
Then we can leave the judges,to stand in their great courts,
to wear their robes and silly wigs, and treat their lowers worse than pigs.
And I'll answer to the goddess,and her crazy plan,
and I'll carry on being, exactly who I am.