Oh For A Gap In The Sky.

Oh for a gap in the sky above, that is where I want to be something tangible beyond those clouds the comfort of a different world, a new model order without the smell of twisted aggression, on the back of vicious mind. It would be nice to be someone else free from the mess that is planet earth where anyone is pursuaded by the turn of a coin .

Modern Models.

Living for ghosts amidst the loneliness of a breed, change transference, modern models in detachment rolling out the clones of man. Model unkown,  a different breed not from Adam nor Eve moulded from the unknown, decanted to the educators of the frantic time of now,  to control divide and rule forevermore amen .

Aliens At Westminster

The removal of will, always they or them the country is broken but it is them they divide and rule,  difficult now as we are swelling by the household and foodbanks are really not banks of any kind or real kindness just a sweetner for the workhouse as workfare wades in with no visual difference.

But it is them who encourage more madness than we can cope with maybe they are aliens in Westminster and the human game of chess is endgame for some of us may god rest our lonely weary souls.

Oh Mighty Sea.

The wind horns of the sea I can hear them as I struggle to sleep the sound is hypnotising me and sapping my strength drawn to stand  I take slant through a small window no need to wonder a full moon occupied my vision.

 The strength and power gave an answer for the swell on a sea that hunts without sight or mercy the vulnerable. 

I turned and laid upon my bed at least safe for now and the sea cried, sleep calm and take rest oh vulnerable man fore that is what we are.

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