red

The sea is running red,
My heart is pumping blood,
For the creatures left on the sandy shores,
Bodies split wider than garage doors,
What kind of people are we?.
Who think we own the sea,
attacking creatures from beneath the waves,
they can't hide,
we track them with our sonic rays,
they can not escape the exploding gun,
They can't hide, They can't run.
The sea is running red,
Blood is swirling in my head,
as I look upon the Scean,
Creatures bleeding on the beach,
What right have we to take them home for tea,
are we blind, Can't we see,
that they have rights,
to live in harmony,
left alone in peace,
in their sea.
You might disagree,
But the picture’s infront of me.
and the sea is running red,
with whales blood.
Soon they will be none,
All dead.

What right have we?
What right have we?
To take them home for tea,
invade their ocean world,
shoot them with our guns,
It isn’t really fun,
They can not hide and have nowhere to run.

प hunters

Last night I spent the evening in a pub with a pirate Hunter. The beer fowed nd the stories were told a life on the wave lots of money to be made have a great sunday.

Today

The blogger asked me for my phone number? Said I could loose all my info if I did not give it a phone number? Hope it does not start to call me?
Meanwhile;
Back in the real world chaos acid rain falt on the bike wind in my face and all time I thought of you and you and you and it made me smile for a while the I stared to laugh because life is never bad we make it sad as we have been had over listening to jerks who want us simple and stupid doing what they whis us to.
Freedom is another word for chains ...
Think about it .......
It
will
get better
and better
and better
and better
so sing that song of freedom!
sing the song of love
look up and
smile.

day

World seems odd as the money runs dry? The MPs lie as others try to make ends meet. A war billiond spent on choppers that will not be ready till 2016? Big two bladed choppers that are very easy to shoot down...we know that as we shot one of own down in the Falklands! Riots and diets go as most the greggs bakers have been closed lost of fat lazy give me a hand out will be with out the staple diet of PIES!

Inside

Monkeys
In trees
Living
Like its meant to be.

Men
Women
On the ground
fooling around
Touching
Fingering things.
Flesh
Darkness
Breath

Sweat runs down.
Men
Women
In the dark
Coming apart
Lying
Stealing
Souls
Fingers
Wet Wet
Sweaty moist holes.

Inside
Not your own
Groan
Climax
Separate
Break
Golden ring
Hart stings

Dark
Foreboding thoughts
Edge
Knife
Plunge
Not mine
His...........Wife?

अ लॉन्ग लॉन्ग टाइम ago

dreams

Are real at the time of the dream and broken dreams are like broken glass they can never be put back on track. You can control the dream go deeper and change it or step back and try to understand it ... I just enjoy mine in time.