War Graves

War Graves

There up on the hill remain the hidden reminders of what went on there

Lost tunnels now half buried and covered by undergrowth

An old water collection system dammed form a stream

Broken pottery from dead soldiers' plates

Rusting spent bullets and abandoned tools

Old weapons now treasure to the serious collector

And most poignant of all the forgotten graves of the soldiers

Only God knows the number and where they lie

How they died is known to them and to Him

All of this is an example of war and its utter stupidity

Young men forever lost on a foreign battlefield

Sent here to fight and die by their government

Now remembered by nobody except me...

Views and Feelings

Views and Feelings

I love the hills and mountains for the solitude they bring

Nothing comes to close to how they make me feel

A feeling I cannot put into words but its there

Filling every single atom of my being with power

And other things from the high places way up here

Being at sea level is not like this and there is no compare

Higher levels positively affect my consciousness and soul

While slowly lifting my body up one boot step at a time

Even if I’m physically tired up here I am somewhere else

There is no worldly comparison to high ground views and feelings

Fucking Bird

Fucking Bird

I’ve never known stress like it doing a job

Do this and do that all day long

Put a brush up your arse and sweep up

Work seven days a week even at weekends

And do two hours over overtime

Adding to two hours undertime

So we have no free time and get no sleep

Our life is our job and the job our life

I never signed the contract for this crap

But now you have me by my balls

You see there is a special clause

Inserted by the company

Just in case I wanna quit

It’s one of those work till you die ones

But it’s fine for I’ve a solution

I’ll change my body and become someone else

Then I’m free as a fucking bird...

Phallic Sky

Phallic Sky

Plane flies miles high above us

Energy pushes it into manoeuvres

Nothing stationery about it

I see it turn, roll and zoom about

Stunning display of aerial prowess

I wish I was a pilot and flew like that

Not working in a stuffy boring job

The two percent get to fly in a jet

How they are the best of the best

Expensively trained Air Force pilots

Show boating in their F-18 fighter

Knowing they will soon be in trouble

Yes, they drew a huge airborne penis!

Family Rules

Family Rules

I always needed something to rebel against

From my school peers who I fucking hated

To my overly dominant mother who was the boss

And the neighbours who were stuffy pricks

The controlling school rules I loathed so much

I was always had to rebel against something

It was me against the world and still is?

What amazes me is I made it thru

Physically in one piece but inside...

There was a little bit of chop along the way

But I escaped the crap of life

That ensnared many of my fellow teens

Was this because certain family rules ruled me?

solitary bag

Solitary Bag

Down below where the plastic lives

Out of sight and out of mind

Seven miles down down down

On the sea bed in the Marianas Trench

A special type of plastic bag

That likes to hide from us humans

Tho we invented it a while ago

The plastic bag is fine here

Floating in the current

Where no light ever reaches

And the pressures will crush you

If the cold doesn't kill you first

In this dark world devoid of us

With a plastic bag relaxing there

Quite happy to be here

Not being thrown away or recycled

King of the block or the Trench

This bag is the boss here

With no rival to threaten his realm

The Marianas Trench which it owns

You need to ask the plastic bag

Permission to visit here

Or it'll take offence

And think you want to remove it

To clean up the environment

The only rubbish at the deepest spot

That our planet possesses

Ruled by a solitary carrier bag...

Soldiers to Ground

Soldiers to Ground

Old artefacts buried in the ground

Left over from the war

Now nothing but unwanted scrap metal

Slowly rusting away and losing their story

Once it was important but now?

For these metal things belonged to someone

Long ago from a different time and place

Old coins from Italy and Germany and Russia

Rusty bayonets from long gone soldiers

Bent rifles silent from past battles

Belt buckles and buttons from soldiers no more

Bent tin plates with knives and forks

Decaying ration packs from a last meal

All this and more from a ghost army

Now no longer occupying a nation

Or waiting for an attack that came

Rooting them out and killing most

Some who still remain here somewhere?

Along with their old historical finds

Silently part of history almost a century ago

Now a few dedicated historians look and dig

To preserve the past and tell the story