Inspiration comes at anytime, words tumble and crash in the head. Time to write it down, play around and hope it works. If it doesn’t nothings lost. It’s not the end of the world, THAT is coming from all around us faster than we think!
Eyes Blind, Mind Blank
EXTINCTION IS COMING
It’s not to late
We are the Earth’s worst enemy
Late arrivals in its eon history
Monkey men fighting for survival
Now endangered, climate fighting
Raping all our earthly resources
Air breathers, we are now polluters
Gods creatures die on the run
Extinction by the poachers gun
Can we learn from past mistakes
Change all our destructive ways
Live on in reconstructive days
Extinction
It’s a lifelong tragedy to be civilised
Yet edge ever closer to extinction
Be slaves consumed by our greed
Blind as we rush into the withering
Of Earth’s gifts given to sustain us
Lemmings on the path to the abyss
Taking no heed to the consequences
Our planet raping will surely bring us
Rapidly and surely to our extinction
Orangutang: ‘Person of the Forest’
Desolation lies around me, growth has died, seed suicide
Soil dries, cries for rain but the sun denies this in its pride
Yet here I sit, Orangutang, clinging to this solitary tree
Bark cracked, leaves have all but left, so now it’s just me
Memories remind me of the time before all things died
When tree’s were legion, when rain told me the world cried
Back then I wasn’t lonely, wife and child, many friends
Climate changed but humans wouldn’t make amends
First my forest was taken slowly by humans with machines
Profit, greed, no thought in the rush to grow more proteins
Second, came heavy rains that drowned and took the soil
Then, from my solitary tree, I saw heat make water boil
The sky is empty, the birds have all flown, dying on the wing
The only sound is when the dry winds make my tree sing
My stomach is as empty as this harsh and desiccated land
Soon I will fall to the brittle, dry, earth when I let go my hand
There to lie, my hair and flesh dried and blown with the wind
But before I pass, I will remember all those of my kind
Living free in the swaying green, feeding, loving, raising young
Orangutang’s; I am the last of our kind and my memory is long
Thirst
Dirt dust and fly blown sand
They tell me this was once green land
Down and dirty no pay work
Daily digging countless holes
Hoping for the mother-load
Water spade water blade
You fight to dig dig to die
You have no shade
Your tongue laps sand
Seeking drops of Earths sweet life
Dust devils tumbleweed
Kiss the cities empty streets
Broken glass broken souls
Sensing deaths soft caress
Killing first blood quenching thirst
Water spade water blade
You fight to dig dig to die
You have no shade
Your tongue laps sand
Seeking drops of Earths sweet life
Hydrocarbons gave out first
The haves retreating behind walls
The have nots left to drift in droves
Walking digging tattered rags
Searching skies for signs of rain
Savage hearts in savage times
Water spade water blade
You fight to dig dig to die
You have no shade
Your tongue laps sand
Seeking drops of Earths sweet life
Will we still be fighting each other
When our planet spins its last
Still dying of thirst and hunger
Unheeding as our star grows larger
Poverty
Why do we have nothing, why are we still poor
The rich ignore us, we are all shit at their door
Austerity is over so why are we as skint as dirt
Our church is empty, dark, silent, so full of hurt
There isn’t a Motherland to feed our daily need
Our stigmata are the red bloody tears we bleed
Now we hear the world is heading to extinction
Its our time to go, nature makes no distinction
The poor are the walking dead in a dying world
Washed Away
There came a night when the last ice flowed
Morning light, cities drowned, blue sky bright
The poor, floating, lives given up to the flood
Still the rich can’t hold their breathes for ever
Water, cold & dark creeps its way still higher
This liquid apocalypse takes away tomorrow
As Mother Earth washes away all trace of us
Bomber 666
You ride the helltrain on its away from heaven
On the long road down to Satan’s halls of fire
See there are two sides to the number seven
The seven heavens rejected your soul as dire
For you awaits one of the seven gates of hell
Where you will join in the agonies of the fallen
Your silent screams drowned by a tolling bell
From your promised virgins you will be stolen
For eternity your eyes will look up to the stars
And cry dry tears at the pointless waste of life
Your kind cause by your senseless holy wars
