It’s Not My Fault!

A portrait of Victim’s consciousness

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Does the World Owe You Anything?

Life’s Rollercoasters

Don’t Worry

Diffuse Arguments (Haiku)

Diffuse arguments
With grace, love and forgiveness
Melting hearts and minds

Believe in Yourself (Haiku)

Let faith resonate
From within to enable
Belief in oneself

Black Friday Madness

Black Friday
Day of gluttony
Of greed and mass excess
Of crowds; of lost souls; stupidity
And silly covetousness
Forgetting that they just don’t need
This stuff they stop to buy
Where hearts are trampled on to boost
Profits in shops sky high
And whilst the smug economy
Rubs hands with greedy might
Those fools who’ve spent what they don’t have
Will not sleep well tonight

If I Built The World

If I built the world
I’d think for a bit
Of the things that are needed
What would make it a hit
I’d ask myself questions
I’d try not to lie
And consider what improves
Our lives til we die

And asides all the stuff
Like water and fresh air
Green parks, rural spaces
And plentiful fayre
A little shelter, a fire
And a system to ease
The chances of illness
And heinous disease
I think at the top of my list
There would be
A couple of people
Call them Adam and Eve
With a system in place
That would help then evolve
A family, a race,
And a means to then solve
Life’s little conundrums
The good and the bad
A means to endeavour
Happiness over sad

And in time I would hope
That whatever they made
Would enhance what I’ve given
In the blueprint conveyed
For that would be perfect
A chance to imbue
The diversity possible
With equality too

But would I give them free will
Would I give them a brain
Well do you consider
I’d make that error again?
For it seems that these tools
That should make things so good
Can be turned on themselves
And do not as they should
Make ridiculous choices
For who would dare think
That with all that’s been given
The best thing to drink
Is the poison of plunder
The extracts of war
Consuming all evil
So that more and more
So many lives are corrupted
Ruined, wrecked and destroyed
By the things human do
And the games they employ

So if I built the world
I’d think for a bit
What makes love, hope and joy
For that’s the best bit
And the rest I would fix
In their heads and their mind
So this revised edition
Would be much more kind

Bleeding World

There aren’t enough tears to be cried
Nor near enough droplets of rain
Not enough lakes, oceans and seas
To wash away all of this pain

For the world has a gash to her heart
A chasm of untold deep grief
A bleed that cannot be stopped
Where mere words won’t bring any relief

For as long as disunion exists
Persecution and terror abides
As long as guns blast away peace
The split will open wider; divide

And there won’t be concord til the day
Humanity joins together as one
Where judgement is counselled by truth
And love in each other runs strong

Where the light of freedom shines so bright
And filters deep into the core
Where unity will triumph and bring
Harmony in place of all war

No Heart

He has no heart
No essence or compassion
No soul, no spirit, no charity
No kindness and no passion

He has no love
No cordial tenderness
No zeal or beating drum within
No gentle graciousness

He has no understanding
No desire; no fond rapport
No sympathy or sweet accord
Just gaping open core

And yet inside he bleeds; he cries
He wants; he craves; he yearns
For all he’s lost; his wilderness
Where fire ice blue cold burns

Like pain that sears; frost bites so hard
Bitterness his delight
Alone; abandoned; so forlorn
Deserted in the night