Crystal Hope

I daydream.
And my mind turns to you.

Hypnotises my heart.

So it beats...
Only for you.

Soul forsaken
For your lightest touch

I'd give anything.

It wouldn't be enough.
For the joy you bring,
The love you bear.

Your words of hope
Will bring me to peace.

Contretemps

Strikes like succubus
World's unseemliness
Disguised or ignored
Becomes America's aliment

Flash of flame and
Atrimental sky

Coruscate, glass shingles
Warm air
Dead Rubble
Destruction purity
With fire and brimstone

After the pain
the death
comes the blame

Annonymous soothsayers say
It's not THEIR fault

Shock then becomes
Defiance of mounting fear

Strong once again
United and found
With consubstantial pride
America screams "revenge!"

Gung-ho military
Prepare and scamble
Ignite patriortism
For the battle ahead

Prepare for war.
More death.
More destruction.
Bombs to dust.

TV Makeover

Fields and trees pass fast by.
In the warm summer breeze
The sky is hazed.

With whispy cloud.

Horses stand, beautiful
And untainted in
Unriveled innocence.

Then the tranquility
is removed, as the
corregated steel takes over.

Brick and tarmac
Cover the timeless fields.

Like a TV makeover.

Some cities are
Inteligent and structured
Designed and layered

But this one is not.

Endless buildings
Grey concrete and twisted metal

Like a schitzotypal engineer
Designed it all.

A giant quarry conveyor
Scars the landscape.
And gulls gather
On islands of sewage.

Symatry and "perfection"

Spoils true nature.

And the peace.
Is gone.

This isn't a poem at all. I wrote this last week. After Tuesday 11th Septmber, 2001. I feel it is more correct than I imagined.
It's personal opinion, it's art, it phychology, it's whatever. We just got to the desruction point. Now we need to evolve.

How about we remove the destruction part from now on? violence makes probelms worse, it makes them escalate, it makes war.
It has never in our history, and will never in our future, solve anything.

Love

Love needs no justification
Love defines ethics
Love creates morality

To love selflessly
Is to love the world
And everything in it

To feel it's pain
And to take it's pleasure

If human mood reflects

The state of the world
Saddens
Demoralises

Dissatisfaction
Comes from remorse

That feeling you feel

The empty lifeless
Removed
Emotional
Wrenching
Crippling
Pain

That's love

Affirmation

You are your head
You are your heart

From those you'll find
You never part

Your clothes
Your hair
Your looks
Your name

Someday they may not
Be the same

So say it loud
And say it true

You only need to
Live with

You

Mind

Before the cure
Comes Acceptance

That's the most difficult part

I wish I could
Differentiate

Between mind's fiction
And true weakness

At least over critical
Is never arrogant

Apocalypse

Insignificant

Puny

Inter-stellar cannon fodder

Earth trembles

And explodes

Into particles
Pieces of rock
Scattered

Into universal nothingness

I await the apocalypse
Sometimes longing, urging
For the slow but painful

Inevitability

I lust for it
Not today, or tomorrow

All of mankind
Will be punished

I hope we have time to repent.

And strangely
All I feel
Is righteous

River

Flushing

Conveying

Escalating

Powerful

Inspiring

It takes troubles
Starves them of thought

And washes them
Clean and away

Congealed at the bottom

Forever lost to flow

Rebirth

A new day dawns
Startled sun rays
Dance on bedroom walls

This morning they purvey
Hope
A new chance

Delicate beauty

The day belongs
To a collection
To a museum

So fragile
I feel if I touch it
It will shatter

Tiny fragmented shards
Lost forever

Just opaque
Translucent
In another day's light

Recuperation

Quiet
Reclusive

The silence calms my soul

Congregation

People everywhere
I am angered and frustrated
Cars, buses, trains
Commotion disturbs my thoughts

We think only
To live
Obey
Produce

But for humanity
We do not strive

Left to artists
Musicians and poets
We philosophise
Predict
And Contemplate

Warning: this poem may offend some people who have close links with the school shootings in america.
If it does, I'm sorry. If you are worried it will offend you, please don't read it and complain later okay?


It's a different take on the whole gun thing. So, who's fault is it? The guns, or the shooters?

"Guns don't kill, people do"

Bleeding bodies scattered
Across the remains of a burning school.

Teachers fleeing while children are gunned down
In cold blood.

The man with the shotgun doesn't care
Addicted to the carnage ,
He takes down people with ruthless abandon.

He pulls out a desert eagle, a rifle.
A few grenades should finish everyone.

The society that fuels his rage
Blames him, not his arsenal of weaponry.

(He bought from a gun show in texas)

So whose fault is it?
He was driven to this.
'Normal' people don't kill.

(unless they get hold of a gun and watch too many movies)

Maybe he was so neglected by people
By the social care workers who,
Should have spotted him earlier

(who could care less)

Maybe it was the 'terrible' music he listened to
It drove his perfectly sane mind
To insane thoughts.

(lyrics about death)

Maybe he was ignored
He just wants to be part,
Of this great 'whole' that is a school.

(fuelled on popularity and materialism)

Or maybe it was the fact
He possessed a lethal weapon
And was strong willed enough
To make a statement.

(like the other 200,000 times it happens every year)

(He's just a kid.)
So why's he got a gun?

Distracted

The heat on my face is wonderful
The sun shines through the windows
Glazing the world with sweet hope.

The sun washes away
The ugliness of our cities
Our homes
Our lives

Complete happiness and perfection
Can never be achieved.

The sun only serves to make us more
Materialistic
More Pedantic.

Life goes faster
More productive
More efficient

Faster
More Cognitive
More Logical

Don't stop.

Never stop
Achieving
Working
"Progressing."

Slow down

Your beauty means nothing
Your fast car means nothing
Your pop music means nothing

The universe doesn't care
About "posh and becks"
About the latest fashions

Long after you've gone
The trees will still grow
The sun will still shine
Appreciate them.

Eventually you will be a part
Of the very earth
You worked so hard to destroy.

The Blue Screen

The fan spins abrasively against the stale warm air.
Smoke rings high in the air hanging like stars…
The fan can't quite reach them,
only the man at the desk,
his utter concentration spoiled by the beast.

Amongst the feelings and talk,
The Blue Screen.

Social Geometry takes hold
And soon we are all caught spinning
Self-centered, and how so

It amazes me what I realize, the emotions I can express
And so pure,
the emotions take hold of me…
My body feels every sentence.
Everything I say has a response.

Sometimes my actions express myself
More than I would be happy with.
But only because my friends
Are here with me too

To the outsider it's seems like nothing
But to the stranger it's joining a group
Getting used to people's emotions
Can be difficult and weird,
But convey the right ones
And you are there.

The Evil Sceptic

Once I had a sense of belonging,
A right place in this capitalist country
I call home.
Now it seems as conceited
as the people that run it do.
I'm an idealist you know?
But the scepticism often overwhelms me.
Like a hot poker in my eye every time
I make a sound.
"The way life is" I often hear.
The ability to ignore and mock is
grounds for a callous heart.
And sometimes you hear of people
trying to change things, putting their
heart and soul into doing
what they believe, and many others
believe is right.
"Never gonna work" I hear.
"You got to live in the real world."

Still Alive

Heavy head
hard to concentrate
Or talk.
Pain washes over me in waves
Like the ultimate resolution
To whatever else I am feeling right now.

Nothing matters
But what I'm feeling
And conversation is hard to maintain
because the words can't be formed
And nothing seems real.

A constant state of semi-consciousness
Never actually happening, never full.
Dulled and tainted
Vibrant colours fade
Into eternal darkness

And death feels close
But I'm still alive
I'm still alive

Love to Live

It's raining again.
My heart feels dead...
A lump of meat in my chest,
It doesn't function.

The rain comes down
on me.
I feel it washing me
Giving me the cold, the chill
To match the one in my heart.

Desolate concrete buildings
In the dullness they look even uglier
Their diabolical shapes fill the skyline

Desporation and despair
Ripping down the sunshine
Our crowded streets dull and lifeless

Everyone has their problems
No one seems to be happy anymore.

They aren't.
They like you to feel their pain
To absorb it so they won't feel it anymore..
They love to sacrifice
Love to hate
Love to complain
Without it the world would be nothing to them,

Useless lives wasted in superficial meaningless ways,
buying their phones, their ringtones
their clothes, their haircuts
Their BMWs.

their fashion drugs.

The world is just one big game of life.

And they don't get it.

These Feelings

Often I feel this way,
Not bad, or good, or great
But indifferent

I feel nothing
My heart is empty
My body frail

So weak, I can hardly think
Hardly do, hardly care

I don't care.

Not anymore,
Nothing means anything
No pleasure gained
No loss
no nothing

It doesn't even hurt anymore
Pain is insignificant
To the feelings inside

They prey on happiness,
Destroying it's very will to live
It's endless struggle is pointless.
Eventually it will lose.

It's very purpose questioned by
these same feelings

They ask me;
What is the point in it all?
Why live at all?

I wish I could ignore them

But I feel them

Inside me
Outside me
Everywhere.

Argument

Heated and bitter
The argument began.

Starting with the points raised
And almost without thinking
We sink

Soon becomes name calling again.
And hatred and pain comes through.

Suddenly, the debate is a farce..
A folly, a wish-we-hadn't-done.

And it means nothing.