Visions of control part 2

 

They say to protect us they must control us

Freedom is just a state of mind

They say the best form of defence is offence

War is our only sacrifice.

 

They say to help us they’ll control all our lives

Inflexible they bend it till it suits them

Rising like a phoenix consuming all in their path

Climbing on the backs of others we feel their wrath

 

And we live our lives just like our fathers

Working for something we cannot attain.

And we live our lives like our mothers

sacrificing all in vain.

 

They say that thought is dangerous

The only way is to comply,

Our lives are expendable,

There is no choice.

 

They say our freedom comes with a price,

That we must forsake our liberty.

To keep us safe they must see everything we do or think.

Difference is to be feared

 

And we live our lives just like our fathers

Working for someone else’s gain,

And we live our lives just like our mothers

Forgiving and forgetting our own pain.

 

They say that ignorance is bliss,

But it’s no excuse not to change.

They can’t see there’s another way,

Blinded by their arrogance.

 

They say we can choose the life we lead,

As long as they provide the catalogue.

They say they are here to save us from ourselves,

Whilst sacrificing us to their false idols.

Visions of control part 1

Sometimes it feels like I have a thousand voices in my head each one demanding it own space its own time.

Sometimes the people around me are merely mirrors echoing myself, distorted but reflecting.
My life feels like a dream sometimes I wish it were sometimes I fear it is.

 

Life is an illusion

Where fear is a weapon,
Knowledge is a key
And death is a release.

My Day Out

I was surrounded, trapped in a forest of legs. All day I have felt them shoving, pulling and pushing past me.  See that’s the problem with being small, no one ever notices you. Adults are always too busy, always rushing, they miss so much. They squashed me between their bags just like in a game of sardines before I fell over.

We had stopped at the corner near the blue paper sellers hut. Do you know he’s so noisy you can hear him all the way back in the shopping centre? It’s true.

‘City final, City final.’ He cried waving his papers around.

            It was wet and noisy there were people everywhere. Some were running down the street trying to keep dry, some had lots of bags.  You could hear the cars splashing down the street honking at each other.  The ppsssst sound of a bus stopping made me jump and made me turn around.  I looked towards the road but it was like looking though trees there were so many people. I saw a shiny red car in between the moving legs; red is my favourite colour; it matches my wellingtons and raincoat.  I tried to tell Dad about the car but he wasn’t listening. He was busy, he’s always busy. Today was supposed to be our day but we haven’t done anything I want to do, like feed the ducks. So I moved forward in to the crowd to see the car better, it was really pretty and had shiny silver bumpers.

            My hands stung when I hit the floor, I wasn’t wearing my gloves. I felt alone as I looked up. All I could see was a blur of feet and legs splashing past me. No one stopped to help. I sat up and looked at my hands they were dirty and grazed. I could feel them ache all the way up my arms, it was really sore. All I wanted was my Dad but I couldn’t see him. My hands were bleeding and I couldn’t see my Dad. I was all alone sat on the wet pavement and no one noticed me. Everyone was too busy. I felt the tears come running down my cheeks like rivers. All I could think of what was I going to do without him? How would I get home? Would Mum and Dad miss me? I hadn’t noticed the crowd moving away from me or the desperate cry of my father as he came towards me. I only felt his arms pick me up and hold me tight as he spoke softly to me.

‘Danny, oh Danny!  It’s ok sweetheart! Thank God are you ok. Where did you go? Don’t ever do that again!..You must stay close to me... I thought I’d lost you... You really scared me; I don’t know what I’d do without you! Come on lets go home son.’

Empty hope and empty promises, nothing changes and nothing will. Retail lies seen with real eyes. empty inside, dead and long gone, lost to an imaginary world they won't come back from. Bitter like coffee grid in the base of a cup an opinion forms. shapeless at first  it gathers form and pace, then like an avalanche the truth hits and it hurts.

beginings

The street was awash as the rain fell, cars appeared to sail like ships past the restaurant window where Cadence sat. Surrounded by friends she was alone, still isolated. Today was her birthday hence her current situation. Her wide eyed smile disguised the inner turmoil.