DAMNED
So many petty people live in our world; some
sell drugs to wannabe gangsters,
while others sleep with your girlfriend and
don’t say sorry.
What would I do with these petty nobodies?
Shooting them would be too quick so I’d send
them to hell, a fire burning sulphurous fate for all eternity.
Back in the real world I live my life and
look after number 1, as no one else gives a damn – so why should I?
BAD PERSON
What makes a person bad? Is it committing
the worst crime, cold-blooded murder?
Does that make a person bad? Are they bad if
it was done intentionally, or what if it was a grave error? Are normal people
capable of bad acts? Is it forgivable?
There is a difference between the
cold-blooded murderer who kills for fun and the driver who kills in a car
crash. One is evil, the other unfortunate.
Have people forgiven me for my bad acts in
the past? Will I pay in the future for the trauma I have caused? Badness comes
in three forms, the evil murderer, the unfortunate victim of circumstance and
the innocent turned violent.
Sleek, so surreal shapes, blended colours,
invisible.
Yes, totally to us all. Power, stealth,
beauty and death?
No, there is no foreseeable enemy.
Internal
missiles, total computer control, massive engine power.
Yes, I have a pilot but he is only an
observer.
Artificial intelligence, of course.
I can do no harm as I am a machine of beauty.
I am the angel of flight and of
invincibility.
I am the Advanced Tactical Fighter designed
by an artist.
ATTACK HELICOPTER
Eight tons of metal, all armour plated and
guided missiles,
this is a flying tank with the handling of a
Porsche and the
beauty of a shark.
Armour piercing missiles and a 30 millimetre
cannon,
that’s the goods we carry, to use on some
unwary enemy.
We’ve been to Vietnam, Bosnia, the Gulf and
Chechnya,
dealing death and destruction.
We lie in wait behind the trees for the
little tanks to come
and meet their fiery end, for we are the
scourge of the
battlefield and yes, you are the victims.
We are made in America, Russia and Europe,
specialist helicopters for a specialist job;
yes, we can do
what we want as anything is possible with a
gunship.
THE OLD MILL
The big Victorian mill sits big and majestic
all on its own.
Not many are left now, since the fall of the cotton
industry.
It is such a shame – most were demolished,
but this is the way
to the future and of cheap concrete
buildings.
This one here is one of a few, preserved as a
reminder
complete
with huge old steam engine.
People take their children there to show them
how it used
to be over a hundred years ago.
DEEP BLUE SEA
I love the colour of the sea, the sound of
the waves on the cliffs
and the freedom the sea holds.
Everyone has seen the sea and has run through
the surf on some local beach.
Sailors still see mermaids after one too many
vodkas,
shipwrecks bring the end of many a ship on
razor sharp rocks.
Men of all races are still drawn to the
mystery of the ocean and to
Her beauty.
Pirates across time come and pillage the
cargo vessels of the sea.
Millions of ships have sunk in the perilous
sea, all gone; but
they still exist down on the sea bed in their
tragic and shattering beauty.
Even today the sea Gods wait for their next
victims,
yes it could be you!
FLYING
Everyone can fly in the sky,
no matter who you are
or what you do, we all can do it.
There are no dimensions we can’t reach
or lands too far away.
All it takes is for you to open your
mind and to dream that you are
in
the sky and you will be there.
