When We Are Young. (Good Over Evil)

When we are young, we are told good over evil will always prevail, as I've got older, I am starting to think that was an optimistic fairy tale.

When you look at the world around you today from a neutral point of view, it appears that good is in decline yet the evil still grows.

Good news on the television is very hard to find, just full of wars, ha...

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Moron’s and Sheep. ( British Riots)

All the young morons charging down your streets following anybody like a flock of deranged sheep.

Reading the messages on the Internet saying we are fighting for our country and for you. Believe in every word they see and hear without the interest or intelligence to check if it's true.

They had nothing going on in their lives I need someone to blam...

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The Merrie City Serenade

Behind the market hall, riding the Ark

Hand in hand lovers strolling through the park

Carving their initials deep in the bark

on this Merrie City Serenade

Old men and teenagers sitting in The Chance

Ian and Peter refusing to dance

Across the mighty Rafters dance floor expanse

to the Merry City Serenade

On Cannonball hill beneath a ...

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I run through the streets in the dark of the night, 
A black hoodie, sharp trainers, a knife for the fight
No morals or goodness left in my soul
Others money , phones,  wallets,  my only goal.

Smoking and drinking, not school do I care
I live on the streets, do ought for a dare
A vandal , graffiti, the life of a villian 
My future is bars, held in a cold prison 

My childhood was taken,...

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No bird remains to sing his song.

so silence pounds the whole day long.

In beat with memory of the day

I clapped to make him go away.

The fault, it clearly lies with me

the bird was what the bird should be.

Now I live knowing I was wrong…

to want to silence any song.

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It reaches further than "please fuck me" or "don’t touch me"

It’s a liminal in-between 

A line we like to call blurry

But I never asked you to undress me

My body abandoned me

My words went slurry

Tongue too thick to go beyond a mumble

Kind sir escorted me to save me from stumble

Four times play on my mind

One of them I even forgot

Until it accosted me during a usual d...

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