That which turns youth to age, soil to sand and life to death.

I strike a pack,
Against the one; who makes us weak,
Who turns us bleak; easy to seek.
Though it may never speak,
You find it does so often reap!

We must all beat, beat, beat;
Against the one who makes us bleat,
Who turns us grey,
With every passing day.
This one we must slay!

A faceless beast,
So full of nothing.
A trackless beast,
On souls it feasts;
This one must rest in peace.

Let us strike a pack,
Against the one of darkness & dread;
So many are lost,
So many are dead:
Will power; Sheds light ahead!!!

In remembrance of my Grandad Cole.

Written to this Clannad - Coinleach Glas An Fhómhair.
Whilst walking with my dad and Tess near pinks farm.

Clannad - Coinleach Glas An Fhómhair.

The National Health Careless System

The health-care system is a fucking fraud;
No brain'd Shamblers roam the ward.
Laughing, cahooting; unprofessional whores!
With frightful respect to our patients or laws!

They moist the mouth with nothing but spores;
Boasting about their reverential cause.
Quoting those long forgotten; pause
Because of certainty with flaws!

And why the flaws,
Without any righteous case?
And why the flaws?
Pathetic reason; apathetic embrace.

Therefore you tip them upside down;
Like cattle prepared for the slaughter,
I shun you; life-robbing soul harvesters:
Stringing us along, whilst you prance, FOOLISH!!!

To a happy poem for your new year!

Happy hardcore metal, you know it existed .
Ah pluto; you are so far away.
Why must you bark and bite in that way.
You twist your head and say; no way!

I am here, so let out a cheer!
You may indeed all relish this beer;
So again anouce a mighty bounce!
To let your fellows roam and prounce...

Toward time ticks but every ounce,
Click - clock; the hour of none.
It was not ment as a wicked pun,
Aboard time sails like feathery flounce!

So know they not but words too humble,
Abreed the on this vesil before the rumble;
To let your mind open and thus; unwind!
Sleep well you paladins of the midnight hour,
Avast; Will Power!*1

(This is a reference to the lyric from Hammer Time,"Stop; can't touch this").
This new poem was inspired by two elements:

1. Firstly I have recently had the  desire to want to express my creative side. I have missed poetry and this is a first attempt for the year. A proper attempt which I have actaully bothered to record .
2. I listened to this song and wrote some of the poem in time with the song

Remix - Manowar  Kings of Metal Techno Happy Hardcore

To the Sun that shines above

"Face of Sole"

Give a thought to our shining Star,
As we feel its warming from afar,
And care we for the beauty it shows,
Whilst it never feels its own; Glows
For all to cherish with greatest need!


Man has written with the blood of will,
A grand epic History!
A shinning scheme from Humanity.
The race of guards stooped in the foothold of greed,
And yet they forsake their greatest need!

The power of will is strength of life,
A master of will is a master of life.
The illusion is seen,
But the answer is dreamed!

So hail your fellows,
To bring on your parties!
And merry with bellows!
Shout: Ho Har We Are Hearties!

Give a thought to our shining Son,
Give the well on dreamt upon pun!!!

                 Fields Of Gold - Sting / Eva Cassidy - Acoustic Cover by ortoPilot

The song above inspired me to write this poem,
whilst the song below I listened to whilst writing.

 

Everywhere - Yellowcard

 

Let the snow settle

This is the song I listened to whilst the poem was written.
Enya - Boadicea 

(Thescriptionist remix)

And with it cast the purest vale;
Past the void of night time tale.
Whilst the bard sings you a fable,
True or not; your part of the table!

In what chapter do you see me?
Are you humble or do you rumble?
In the water a wizard watches;
whilst their hands wave wands & forces!

Does the mind allude your focus;
Presenting ideas like a unfolding lotus!
Do you subside & get smashed by the tide?
Or do you rise up and defend with great pride!

In the dawn the snow shalt settle,
It wilt not melt like smoldering metal!
Cast iron and steal; from Odin's Anvil,
To break the chains of Romes shamble!!!

This game must be rewritten!

Let me tell you a tale of a table; crossed in marks of black and white,
Two sides battle for the glory over the other,
Leading their troops from behind the safety of cannon fodder,
But the only losers in this game are the people on the map.

Whilst the pawns move straight north towards their goal, they move in turn,
No pawn can win alone, no pawn can safe his home,
And what of the lords and lady's who hide behind the troops,
Dodging the rules they laid in front of them.

Now what of the players who move these patsies,
Awaiting in turn their taste of victory,
A shout cries out "Check!",
A moment of panic floods over the competitor...

Then I hear you say, "This game must be rewritten!",
The pawns the lords and the lady's of both sides must cease their fighting one another,
And question the players controlling their actions,
The warmongers who battle our lives away like a sadistic sport!!!

To summon the good in everyone!!!

Propagating propaganda; pulsing power,
Peace makers march the streets,
Preaching pathetic police sanctums (sanctions),
Convicting citizens of crimes against the crown,

A cunning ruse they spin to you,
No doubt they summon all the clues,
And handing over foolish favor,
Send you away with dishonest waver,

So who hears the cries of the criminal,
Who stole your damned dollar?
And who frees the dozen delinquents,
From the mental prison that conceals your neighbor?

The word of man is not to damn,
The feeling of guilt is something we share,
The way we lead should not be to deal,
But to summon the good in everyone!!!