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Send Him Down, Let Justice Be Done

"send him down" LET JUSTICE BE DONE.
 
"send him down "spoke the head of talking wool.
the victims crowd cheering at a volume suitable to fit the crime.
the judge looks lost with his last boom of the gavel.
another day,another life lost to life.
but life don't mean ten years or more.
he's done two on remand,and will be free in five more.
life don't mean love no more.
the rich fly the sky's as the poor share the floor.
 
 
"we'll appeal and repeal"said the barristers stare.
matched timidly back by the broken man's glare.
the crime he'd comited was to want to survive.
he fought his attackers and paid with two lives.
should he have laid still there and died?
and had he died there and laid.
would justice have come and made his child less afraid?
would confusion have gone up in smoke with the blame?
 
"we love you and miss you"read the letter of volumes.
the solicitors are writing through a red taped army.
here are some kisses from us all for you to consume.
your name will be upheld and no longer tarnished.
we love you old fool like the wind loves the rain.
like the birds and the sun, we'll rise together again.
untill that day dawns let hope be your sun.
send him back up,LET JUSTICE BE DONE.

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Then Came The!

they drag there feet through the dust of charred land.
observing and writing all's that they found.
smoke bellowed high in an eruption of cloud.
all in it's way was incinerated down.
then came the calm compared to the storm.
the local's forgot and returned to the norm.
cutting off fruit from the tree's by the lawn.
almost forgetting what they saw in the storm.
then came the day that the world was shook still.
three crater's erupted and raced down the hill.
leaving the sea as nothing more than a stream.
krakatoa had spoken and was now to be seen.
the local's prayed to the god of the fire.
struck dumb in a trance they raced to ground higher.
ship's in the sea were smothered in ash.
the breath's of the crew choked as they gasped.
86 mile's away eruption's were heard.
survival was second,panic was first.
tropical city's were drowned in grey ash.
then in the morning cataclysmic sound's passed.
then came the water intruding the sea.
all in it's path became the deceased.
first came the heat now come's the wet.
dozen's of feet high with the force of all death's.
black and white photo's show familiar sight's.
once stood tall buildings gone over night.
then came the fiercest measure of all.
krakatoa had bounced from the earth like a ball.
light colored magma mixed with the dark.
causing directly the sea to embark.
off on it's journey to show all's who see.
that mother nature is here and al way's shall be.
then came the final eruption of all.
heard round the world like a universal call.
pushing on further the sea to the sky.
the tsunami came quicker as the tidal wave's climbed.
panic had gone as the world was to end.
no longer have family,no longer have friend.
do you think that the sea care's who's holier than thou.
no god shall ever hear the prayer's of the drowned.
only the calm of the few did survive.
the world now stood still,shocked and surprised.
who's god was it that sent down this plague.
pushing the night into all of our day's.
mother nature creates us and can take us at will.
so be kind to the lady and hope she is still.
respect her and understand she rule's us all.
don't be surprised by her power,when she stand's tall.

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Who's Future Is It Anyway

i see a future of darkening days
where children are treated as vermin to slay
adults possessions are held paramount
where only talk of money spill's from their mouth's.
i feel a destiny of communities broke
suspicion's are cast at the few kind words spoke
people of power prefer things this way
technology rises as intelligence fades.
those few left willing to speak for the weak
are told that their futures are futile and bleak.
the only thing worse than this future i say
is the fact that this future is really today.

i hear the rumbling's of a gathering storm
as the lightning strikes fear of a terrible new dawn
stars in the sky are dull in their light
for they feel the shame of watching earth's plight
as we all watch it come furious and fast
not one of us learning the lessons of past
so shelter yourself in money and gold
and hope that your god's will rekindle your souls
the devil is stirring in each of our hands
as we are the labour that works to his plans
and the worst thing of all that causes dismay
is the future i write of is really today

but fear not my friends for all are not foe's
suffering will fade as redemption comes close
the devils and demons that laugh loud and sneer
will turn on their heels and finally face fear
children of suffrage will rise with the sun
and learn nothing of pain for it shall finally be gone
the dawn of free love will exude once again
crash into the present like a white knighted ghost train
and if anyone tell's you to live life how they say
ask them who's future it is anyway

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You Got To Get Outside

do you see the dove in flight
merging into blinding light
if you dont well that's allright,--as long as you know it's there.
do you feel the midday breeze
giving summer sun releif
lifts you up from of your knee's,

you got to get outside.

roll me off the steepiest cliff
watch in wonder as i live
ask for some of what i give,--ther's plenty enough for two.
spin me in your hurricane
land me onto baron plain's
i shall come back less restrained.

you got to get outside.

pass me as your animal caged
shout that i am all the rage
print me onto your front page,---you got to stay outside.
put me in a higher class
of servile knight's and aristocrat's
let me show you why they're crass.

they carn't come outside.

put me on your right hand side
in a ditch of paracite's
start to read me my last right's,--will no-one come outside.
blame me for your timely fall
never answer when i call
kneel me blind against a wall.

all is mine outside.

track me down and wish me well
speak to me more your hard sell
take my wishes out the well,--the story's half way told.
i could regail for far too long
put right with pen all my wrong's
sing the same old sorry song's.

but the story's end outside.

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Bought With Gold,Sold On Green ,Wrote In Blood

where go those men with dignified eye's
who stand against the wall facing a volley of fire
ready to drop dead,blind folded and bound
all knowing and waiting for destiny's sound
where goe's the justice promised us all
for there aint no justice in where these men fall
the crime they committed was to stand for their right's
but corporate suit's don't stand in the fight
don't stand for no cause less it's golden or green
sat counting their money in number's obscene
they're building their bridges over city's and town's
and all in their way become's dust on the ground
so take to the bank's and withdraw all your cash
spend it on  freedom and have the last laugh
the world and it's structure will fall into flame's
afterward's Goodman will build it again
the same men blindfolded and stood against the wall
will pick up their brother's from were once they fall
will pick up their shovel's ,hammer's and nails
and search on together for a new holy grail.

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The Tides Will Turn Again

i didn't build the world so/dont ask me to fix it.
i didn't invent the wheel so/don't ask me to twist it.
i didn't label the classes so/don't ask me to climb them.
i didn't make the people lose their mind's/and i ain't about to find them.

never knelt and prayed to god /wouldn't know which one to choose.
never came up with such a game /where so many people lose.
never thought myself a thinker/but thats the only thing i own.
never felt myself partial/to living life alone.

well before we are all dead a dark eyed sect will rise.
slaughter all our ruler's and show us our reprise.
the trigger for this triumph will come with a hail of storm's.
our ruler's already know this and duly have been warned.

sure there will be victim's crushed innocent's that pay.
but a world of self reliance is the sacrifice they make.
go burn your bra's,book's and boat's all tool's of their trade.
they're trading in smokescreen's the smoke will be our rage

the world we find ourselves stuck was decided round a table.
things like hope and liberty are a precision pointed fable.
the biggest conspiracy going is that conspiracy's a joke.
well read between the lines and see the wheels spokes.
they're turning faster each day driving into dirt.
then they wonder why so many of us lay all consumed in hurt.
block your road's and railway's condemn yourselves's to change.
the time has come for turning the tide's will turn again.

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The Word According To the Tainted

my curtain flickered furiously to the beat of an ever increasing new day
my hands all withered like a weather beaten out of season holiday
my eyes sunk down to the pit's of last night's cringe worthy hear say
my face as ballooned  and bloated as a recently exhumed body.

my thought's tainted by the trigger of early day psychosis
my psychosis triggered by the thought's of early life tainting
if hope is but a breath away then i am emphysema
and you are the ever increasing need to chain smoke

still, all is not lost to the vast sways of shade blue
i see green when wearing your rose TAINTED spectacles
my mood's deify even the most salacious of rainbow's
my eye's burn vivid against the injustice of all comer's

my skin's no match to your already and readily sharpened wit's
my stomach car'nt muster a fight for it's food
scrutinize everything  scream's my mirror of moan's
and the scrutiny show's on all people's faces

all corner's are closing and wall's pressing in
the same wall's that are marked with my footprint's
if suicide was an option i'd make the world commit it
so the only thing committed is me to my hospital bed

like all people I've the propensity for great good and great bad
and that certain battle rages without one clear candidate
my sky is covered by one large and looming stratus
come redemption and feed my under nourished soul

inseminate light through my insidious handicap
and flutter free my wings of mercy full exemption
these word's are the chain's bound tight by my demon's
loosened by my wish to resolve

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An Old Movie

all the wild in it's wisp and brood.
fly nature in and scented skin.
fell silently her silk new bloom.
back in the arms of the one she calls him.
lay on clouds of pull and press.
arms of brambles twined and beating.
sharing stolen summer breaths.
watching all the world in it's dignity repeating.
shyer eye's would deny this zest.
prying lies would seem much less fleeting.
she senses as he molds her breast.
that her arching spine is for his pleasing.
rancid thoughts of past conquests.
ship's that crashed on shores still freezing.
are repaired bye his hand while she rests.
she will pay him on the night of receiving.

all the time bye it's muted actions.
self respect will show it's hand.
and disband itself from older factions.
and find a newer pleasant land.
rolling tanks will lose their steel.
smelted into natures consistent overgrow.
left as furniture for new lovers to feel.
as hand clasped hearts flail too and throw.
an old movie will play on their reel.
this audience has two,no more.
and if anyone dare to taint or steal.
the hand of romance will turn red with woe.
so shelter no longer your appeal.
let it dance on your flourishing soul.
know that life with love is real.
an old movie that for always will show.

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Give Up Your Soul To Your Children and Wife

take out your eye's from your cavernous head.
put your nose in the flowers bye the garden shed.
let your ear's whisper wildly down to the brook.
take off your brain from the world on it's hooked.
dismantle your skeleton and spell the word LIFE.
give up your soul to your children and wife.

pull out your heart and see it beat strong.
decide for yourself the right's and the wrong's.
spear your spirit with a sharp knife of hope.
cut it up quickly and watch skepticism elope.
Maraud on your moral's for they are not your's.
this is my bible,my own moral code.

each of us are born with all knowing wisdom.
then lose it when taking the bad advice given.
the meaning of life are in babies words.
but we are all to foolish to let them be heard.
we worry of money and the neighbors new car.
if materialism is your goal,then dead's what you are.

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Elegantly Dressed Gargoils

the fueding curtain of sky shattering world's end falls.
in the donation plate i leave all well being and good intention.
with purpose of mistrust replaced by elegantly dressed gargoils.
these are the voices of my apprehension's.

a spitfire engine spit's out it's contents of one last brutal engagement.
as the past look's at me with dissapointed eye's and doubhting grimace.
here is a world sick to the stomach of it's own inventions.
find a cliff of white side's.fall off and be finished.

in the damp northern streets the poor share their salt with the earth.