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A world of rusty gears

Oh for the love of christ where did it all go wrong
Days on end spent caged and trying to stay strong
When all about me crumbles including my own will
And yet still I stay to suffer more of this bitter pill

What more can they take when take is all they do
regardless of the pain they know they put you through
More with less is the mantra we know so well
But is it still a joke to say I work in the depths of hell

We’re all about the people unless they speak their mind
For why should we listen when profits is always blind
A faceless organ grinder in a world of rusty gears
I am sure stands there laughing at all our wasted tears

There is no end to these days or the extra they expect
Start early, finish late and smile with respect
For aren’t you all so lucky and privileged just to be
In a place you adore,slaves too masters you can see

 

 

 

 

Choices

 

 

Choices choices choices

None made

None kept

None known

Choices choices choices

One step

One loss

One home

Choices choices choices

Too soon

Too far

Too hard

Choice choices choices

All gone

All left

All scared

stolen hours

Did it show or was I able to hide

Beneath the laughter behind the smile

Neither forced or in anyway untrue

A feeling I know well when I’m with you

The moment my heart broke in agonising pain

A moment I would live a thousand times again

It was always a folly of my own invention

A pain I caused so will never mention

A scream that deafened contained in my head

Threatened to overwhelm refused to relent

Ignored by shear will shut down at its source

To enjoy the hours that long consumed my thoughts

I have never known such a smile and eyes that laugh

Able to lift my soul in an instant obliterate any shadows I feel cast

For those hours I would sacrifice all

Without thinking I would happily fall

Because at its core I know only this

Those stolen hours are a granted wish

 

 

My Butterfly

 

They’re other people words
Or the stories they write
Yet louder than any siren
They intrude on my life

I hear their thoughts
And what I see is you
I wish they were mine
I wish they were new

What I can pen
Never seems to compare
Always lacking that feeling
Missing that dare

So I listen and imagine
And from there I yet try
To pen the words that I hear
When stolen by my butterfly

 

Jekyll and Hyde

 

Do you think I don’t see you lurking

There behind the glint in my eye

Always waiting for my weakness

The Jekyll I strive to deny

Not that my hyde is full of virtue

Or even close to morally safe

But when held in comparison

Still has goodness I can place

Less a devil on my shoulder

As a switch in my brain

Able to shut off all reason

And justify the profane

That glint I see now and that lives in my  head

Beckons me to freedom from thinking or dread

Questions my sanity and all I hold pure

Tries to control me with pure pleasures lure