Fear makes the wolf Look bigger

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Drink from the cup of anger
You blame each other
In gods name.
The painful exaggeration
Leaves a blood stain
Fear makes the wolf look bigger
Politicians of western world snigger
But they have left us high and dry
And capitalism like the dragons of old
Cannot be controlled
Everywhere a playground game
It’s all the same
Like limp bizkit said
It’s all about the he said she said bullshit
The blame game
Instead of finding answers
In amongst the playground fights and skuffles
I was picked on by people who were so called cooler than me
Unfortunately we never grow up
Living backwards
Living catchwords
Lets try to live forwards unlike the devil
After all lived is good start
Turn the page draw a heart
If you can’t say anything good
Don’t say it at all…

Objectification

Objectification

You were a girl with average ambition
Now your 17 every mans wet dream
Beautiful object
Human trophy
Men want to possess you
To Caress you
elope with you
Grope you
Forget about your personality
It’s of no use
We seek to abuse you
Another Barbie doll
We ignore your soul
Your heart your intellect
We have no respect
For you 
Take off your clothes
Barbie 
Groomed or doomed to be a trophy wife
Tenderness a Prince Charming
Only comes with pain and harming
why can’t people look beyond the face
and the body?
Why can’t we see the soul?

The moonchilds story

She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.

People you don’t yet know as friends will cry for you in the end

In dark places before we can be found
depression the hangman’s noose
won’t let our feet touch the ground
Won’t let us loose.
Remember the hope we had as children
don’t tie the knot and even when the darkness haunts
remember no mans an island
some of the people you don’t yet know as friends
will cry for you in the end.

A parents undying love (villanelle)

In the dark of evening
This is where I live, my tomb
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am sitting here, there is no leaving.
Stuck in the corner of this room
In the dark of evening.
Although in Nature’s glorious weaving
I have no shape, colour or bloom.
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
I am left with a heart full of caring
Trapped here in the gloom
ln the dark of evening.
My children and I are the only ones refusing
To accept my untimely doom
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!
My children still are yet receiving
Love from me, beyond the tomb.
In the dark of evening
Ghost light flickers, please keep believing!