Hate and war So whats it for It closes gates Locks all doors Blood it stains War of pain It breaks a law That kills the poor War a creeper Death a reaper Crops of love Become straws of blood

Sand and dust Hands to cusp Tears to cry Million reasons why Make a note sail a boat Travel far A burnt out star A thought a day Oh lord which way Broken down Chased by hounds Sand and dust Lost and bust Shots i drink

A curious cherry pie Always asking questions why Thinking stretched out long Connecting to make things One Hope brings gain Life is fixed to a chain Figuring out a web Surfing upon a ebb Closing to an end Finding a new bend Life is a straight line Thoughts circle in the mind

No confidence to write or sing What thought does that bring The world is full of broken toys Hope and imagination for a boy Troubles that are locked away Mother believes in silent play Voices hurt when they shout Do as you're told with a clout Not aloud to play with no football team Life to me is like an evil scheme I'll make you work and never rest You tell me god is love but your the best

Betting tout Scream and shout Horse to race Fastening pace Weather right Clued to sight Tick a book Hope for luck Money a sin Need to win The thoroughbred Wins by head

Life In correction Debate to section A beautiful mind Solutions to find Life across time Vivid in line Voyage is far Mathematics in stars Moon is a weight Scales to fate Universe and time Digits do shine

Things fall apart; the centre will not hold. The best grow tired; the worst are bold. First rides War, in drone and steel, From Kyiv’s streets to Gaza’s seal. Putin’s tanks, Hamas’s fire, Old hatreds in new armour tire Second, Famine, thin and grim, Climate‑drought, war‑blocked grain with him. Sudan’s fields, Yemen’s port, Markets gamble, people short. Third, Pestilence, unseen, swift, Wuhan’s lab, the cargo lift. Masks and myths in equal share, Next plague bred beyond repair. Fourth, a shadow, self‑made night: Screens alight with endless fight. “Woke” and “bigot”, trade‑off dead, Union Jacks and prayers misread.

My crippled intention I never mention My hands come clean Thoughts polished to a sheen I think of advice A view point of life My bleak depression Teaching me a lesson I failed my thoughts A life of warts My crippled intention Back of the class, for succession

Perfection and connection Connection and perfection Line to circle Life to cycle World of song Universe one Big bang explosion Planets Fusion Dark matter Endless platter Beginning of time Never ending clock chime

truth is a shape-shifter some protean sea foam frothiness prima materia impossible co-existence of surface tension fictions and deep mythic elements flowing through the currents of time from the carcass release the bees to nurture life’s restorative trees the sweetness of honey rediscovered in the depth of our psyche the taste of logos; self revelation we are present once again emerging memory expressed through our minds, hearts and hands