Contrasted Cliffs

In layers of scratches and incisions

your form evolves along the bumps and bends,

shaped by passing time and man's decisions

where sturdy lives may meet their crumbling ends.

But amongst the chalk, granite and the sand

there is something of beauty to be found,

for throughout the differences of the land

it's all anchored by the same common ground.

So let age not define your sense of self

nor be it the colour you have been formed,

you are not your possessions or your wealth

but sculpted by the beliefs you have formed.

Do not discriminate texture or tone

but see beauty in all kinds of stone.

All is Fair...

I once felt so honoured to be your disposable body,

the hero who would kiss your enemies to death.

You paid dutiful respects at the funeral of you and me,

but shed no tear over our final parting breath.

You pleaded ignorance when out of the public's eye

and searched for the next tangle to initiate

knowing very well that they would also die

blundering through the no-man's land of love and hate.

21st Century Ignorance

"I don't mean to be rude"

but the slights you make

have no basis in moral reasoning

but only in misguided hatred

and as much as you deny it

the generalisations used

are specific and targeted.

You disgust me more

than the so called evils

that you denounce

and I feel that I have more in common

with these subcultures I don't belong in

than any person who persecutes them;

afterall we are all humans.

Brutish Britain

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s lives

and now it’s happening in mine.

It seems the world is engaged with make believe strifes-

it’s apparent that humanity has lost their mind.

But what do you all fight to achieve?

Does your violence come with a cause?

Or am I to truly believe

that you no longer have faith in laws?

If this is all some moral act

to better our humanity

then you really ought to face the facts;

this is inhuman insanity.

There’s “cons” in constitution

but there’s “care” in healthcare

and crime is never the solution

when to the victims it isn’t fair.

Put down your stolen goods and your knives

and try to pick up some sense

and you’ll learn how your illogical protests cost lives

and your swag all comes with an expense.

If you live by the gun, you will get shot

so don’t feel so hard done by if you face consequences.

These actions, of course, will not be forgot;

you will all suffer for your offenses.

Forebearers of the Forecast

Clouds go into a battle arrangement

against the strong but predictable sun.

A legion of rebels in estrangement

from the unforgiving empire of one.

Civilians are caught in the crossfire

mostly indifferent to the heavy reign

Having to choose between ice and fire

guarantees a future of fear and pain.

So people do that for which they are known

and align themselves with the greater power,

not concerned with thinking on their own

as long as they live to see the next hour.

People are as fickle as the climates;

we are still the same ape-eat-ape primates.

Kvetch

They say that all women are from Venus

and men are from Mars

but I've been feeling like everyone else

are from different stars.

Both women and men are essentially

aliens the same,

all just different coloured opposing pawns

on their life's chess game.

But me, I am not one for these tactics

all so tired and tried

because you cannot crown a winner when

all your fight has died.

I have no desire to invade your worlds

nor move your pieces

I'll passively watch your internal wars

until your childhood ceases

and then I'll ask if you've learned your lesson

of the world and your words

and if you understand you won't be trying

so hard to be heard.

You're not a victim of brutality

so don't act abused

when there are much worse crimes in the world than

the rants that you've used.

Horticulture on a Haughty Culture

If the world is our back garden

then I don’t want these fences

that make all these tensions harden

and put us on our defences.

If the ocean is our pond

then I propose we make it shared;

it was produced that way au fond

so why did tempers become flared?

If this country is our home

why do I live amongst strangers?

Is it safer to live alone

when fellow lodgers present dangers?

If the world is our back garden

then it is time we mowed the grass

and pray the withered grant us pardon

for the Earth’s malnourished past.

A Resonate Sonnet

The world rests on textures intertwined

with life's soft harmonies of highs and lows.

Alone so humdrum, beautiful they bend,

dulcet ambience with loud crescendos.

Genres spread over different continents

each with unique sounds to love and behold,

filled with different lyrics and instruments

in magnificence, understated yet bold.

The chorus of our time repeats itself

and we grow nostalgic towards the past

when this sonic beauty was its wealth;

an abundance of long notes meant to last.

But every song must fade out to silence

when drowned out with man's destructive violence.

Candy

Such sparkling sweet tastes are in the sky

with colourfully flavoured clouds flying by,

a candyfloss sunset dyed by the day

signalling that these treats must fade away.

As we lie on the green candy cane grass

I want this golden tasting day to last

whilst gummy people pass us by jolly

and trees are blooming with bright red lollies.

I open my window and breath the scent

of tempting sights that tease and torment

for I want to gorge on this sweet beauty

tasting the sugar scenes glacé and fruity.

But I know that I must pace my feast

or else all beauty will one day be ceased

and all I'll be left with is a sickly gloom

that my glutton had caused this darkening doom.

Sulk

The day the Earth got wronged by Man,

Nature did not show her disgust.

There was no overflowing dam

nor snarling storm in sudden gust.

The rivers did not flow with blood

and tear away Man's solid stone.

She did not drown Man in a flood

and reclaim the Earth as her own.

She did not burn down the houses

that man had once so proudly built.

She did not choke Man's loved spouses

with the black ashes of their guilt.

She did not crack their foundations

and make their feeble hearts shake.

She did not divide their nations

to punish them for their mistakes.

Her voice did not roar in pain,

Sotto Voce sounded her sigh.

Her breath did not blow until all was slain,

no tempered tempest for Man to die.

No, she put up a silent sulk

that only heightened Man's dismay,

knowing that this beautiful bulk

mostly unseen must fade away.

Upside Down

The ocean's a reflection of the sky

where the clouds can float and the fish can fly.

Break to the surface and a new world is found,

strange and outlandish unlike Earth's solid ground.

Away from destruction, boundless and free

with many undiscovered places to see.

The movement of waves, tranquil and calm,

planes swimming away from Earth's war and harm.

The fish flap their fins and soar high above

and the sharks don't prey on the peaceful dove.

The starfish light up the night's cloudless skies

whilst the mermaids let out their angelic sighs.

The world would function better upside down

where we'd float to the sun and never drown.

Crossing the Commandments

He was born of a miracle

until his untimely death

brought by those satirical

yet he still had breath

returning to deliver salvation

he rid man of their crimes

by using his life as a donation.

The world promised better times

and yet people continuously dispute over their differing rules, race, and reality,

wasting their lives arguing about which of their Gods gave them vitality

with self proclaimed "religious" fanatics fighting, going against their motive,

not any single religion's revered higher being or deity would be supportive!

What is the point of devotion,

of deference to things divine,

if you battler over an ocean

spilling blood like wine?

If your intentions are holy

why kill the blameless

when you are slowly

becoming shameless?

I don't question intension

but the way you show creed,

if God was here he's mention

that war's a sinful deed.

So drop your grenades and guns

but hold your religion high

for all faces are each the sons

of a greater force in the sky.

The Battle of Pelennor

A great king in a time of great danger,

poisoned by the spiteful words in his ear,

freed by wizard, elf, dwarf, Halfling and ranger

he learned to keep the people he trust near.

A crusade of vengeance and of man’s pride

for every man, answered three hundred roars.

The fortress of Hornburg, secure inside

myth tells that none can penetrate its doors.

Yet amalgams and dark wizardry’s fire

would have triumphed but for Théoden’s strength.

Overwhelmed, but never did man’s heart tire

always keeping Uruk-hai at arm’s length.

Just as victory seemed out of man’s sight

Mithrandir, saviour, returned from the east.

Shining in the rising sun, clad in white

fear of his power alone quelled the beast.

This epic battle should have been his last

yet Théoden’s pride wanted just one more

The Rohirrim rode on, determined, fast

Gondor calls; to the fields of Pelennor!

Alas, the muster of Rohan was small

and was met by the deared, dark Nazgûl lord,

clashing mutual power, one must fall:

the dark dynasty conquered man’s stern sword.

It was said no man could kill this dark wraith

yet woman and Halfling avenged their king

and soon the fate of man was, again, safe

but Théoden was conquered in the war of the ring.

The Saligia Suite: VI, Ira

Satan, the adversary

who's hate has long rules this age.

He tempted man into his ways

and set his filth onto their stage.

God of this earth, of evil,

shows no patience for Hell's cage.

The prince of wrathful rage.

Skies are Falling

Starting, the slightest speck in the Night's sky,

kingdoms crashing downwards like shooting stars,

insides the debris, our creators lie,

eclipsing life to take the world, reminding us it's not ours

so, like stars, we've burned bright, but now must die.

Alerting governments with mystery,

repeating the cycle of history,

eradication is our destiny!

Fall down, let them come to restore their Earth,

air must remain fluid, adapt to their needs,

let our mistakes begin with Beauty's rebirth

leaves must fall and die before we plant seeds,

invaders now fall and bury our mirth

nourishing needs of vengeance for our deeds,

give back to these strangers, they were here first.

Resist or Serve?

Our ending is impending,

the death toll is immense!

Is this world  worth defending

when they offer better defense?

Or do we carry on pretending

man can make a difference?

With the caring love of Venus

and the deadly war of Mars

returns our exogenous,

realigning our stars.

They were here before us, and now they implore us

to give them back these lands.

They had more circumspection in nature's protection,

would the world not be in better hands?

With the caring love of Venus

and the deadly war of Mars

returns our exogenous,

reopening our scars.

They cam to create us, and now they take from us

this world we had controlled.

They are callous, burning with malice,

should we twist or fold?

With the caring love of Venus

and the deadly war of Mars

returns our exogenous,

reigniting old sparks.

Is it arrogance or proud persistence

to exuberate a false, final verve

and to try and defend an existence

we have done naught to deserve?

Do we carry our this resistance

or do we succumb and serve?

Rise Up (Search the skies, See earth's demise)

Supposed rights are no longer mine,

expressing your views is considered a crime.

Alienated by authority, blackmailed by bureaucracy,

repressed by the systems sheer hypocrisy.

Creating our hubris, they arrogantly watch us fall,

humbled and divided, who can now stand tall?

Too many fear to say what's on their mind

helping the government to lead us blind;

everyone follows but do we believe their lies?

Silence and fear will be our demise.

Killing both people and their self respect,

ignorance, guidelines, brainwashing, must we be politically "correct"

else-wise we render our every true sentiment void?

So say what's on your mind and let the distortion be destroyed!

Solidarity is our strength, we must believe and unite.

Everyone who's with me step up and fight

everyone who doesn't, you'll be allowing man to succumb!

Even this outlandish foe can be overcome

as long as we still love life and this planet,

rise up, don't let the government damn it.

Tell your friends, spread the anarchy, for we're not alone.

Help is at hand to harbour our home

'tis the only way to live, united together,

stubborn and wise, let us survive this stormy weather.

Defy the suppression by skepticism,

Earth must believe, and we must keep our optimism.

More will spread fear and even resort to mutiny,

invaders will expose their cowardly impurities,

so let each of us choose the fate that we deserve,

either rise up and resist, or succumb and serve!

The Message

Lend me your ears

and replace your skepticism with faith

for I must confirm my fears

and I must confirm your fate.

The government has schemes

much larger than poverty, weaponry and oil

like that of your darkest dreams,

a betrayal so corrupt the Devil would recoil.

They have met our makers;

not Gods, but beings from distant lands,

but now they will forsake us,

unknowingly giving our Earth back into their hands.

The government asked to be saved

with a treaty of treason, totalitarian,

backstabbing, cowardly, they offered us as slaves

so they could coexist with the aliens.

Neither party intended to keep their word

but with gritted teeth both agreed.

The others now toy with us as though we're caged birds,

plumping us up and watching us destroy ourselves with greed.

Seeing that I had unmasked

the powers that deceive,

they tried to have me killed and asked

"Now who will believe?"

I ask you not to take my words in vain.

Now the public must know and rise.

Pull together through the pain,

pull together against the lies.

This is fact,

the message is clear

you cannot deny it, swiftly act

for they are here.

I Want to Believe

I don't have much time

before I run out of breath.

There's something I must say

before I bleed to death.

Staining hollow white walls

in thick red blood I wrote,

telling you the brutal truth,

I leave a death note.

They have killed their own

for the sake of the others.

The government denies knowledge

in a covert alliance of covers.

Life slips through my fingers

painful and slow.

Realisation numbing my body

With my pulse growing low.

We're not alone,

the world must realise,

I left behind The Message

before all hope dies.

I want to believe

that this is a nightmare

whilst others want to believe

that life really is out there.

Life does exist beyond this world,

they will come, conquer, and kill.

Their masterstrokes are already commencing

along with the final strokes of my quill.

Ending with my signature

exposed for all to see

I left a note, thinking I'd die,

but my soul has not yet flown free.

Apocalyptic Bliss

The fire is surrounding

yet I feel no heat,

only the icy sweat of fear

as death is impending,

but our calm is astounding,

with hearts at a steady beat

we hold each other near

whilst we meet our ending.