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Friday 30 December 2011

european capitalisms rapid demise

we have relied on the ruling elite and had the reward of a financial meltdown
as bankers rush to collect their bonuses to hide away small business are collapsing through lack of capital
we the workers students and people of the fifth international are mobilising

Freecommunist manifesto 2012

communism was damaged by dictators who use brutal suppression on the masses
this will be a new beginning for the system of communism


more aligned with the peoples of western Europe it will

1 serve the masses
2 serve the poor
3 serve the worker

capitalism must have a serious feasible opponent that can swiftly replace it
we are starting on twitter with
#freecommunism wanting input from the social media masses

our people will develop this system not the rich nor the intelligentsia workers the unemployed the young the educated and the illiterate will have a voice under the new pure version of communism
heading for a utopia we will not brutalise those who do not join with us
we will have an army to stop capitalism's counter revolutionary tactics
The Paris commune failed badly to defend its first great work
we will wok with a management group all selected for their great skills within transport education finance defence etc
we seek closer ties with our brothers and sister of China Russia Cuba North Korea
we will trade first with socialist countries for mutual benefits

the first stage will be to build the new manifesto 2012

we have a small team working on this and want more to contribute
our first item will be

1 no man shall financially profit from the labours of another
2 real hunger will be eradicated
3 families will be the highest priority
4 banks will be told what interest rates to apply
5 all people will have some work
6 all will have education
7 fuel for heating will have a low maximum price per unit to end fuel poverty
8 there will be no evictions from family homes
9 food will be produced locally
10 chemical use on foods will be abolished
11 the young without work will be given places in small businesses paid for by the families or state
12 the young will be employed in the production of food in small city farms and trained
13 the Old will live great lives free from fears of poverty and crime
14 drug users will be treated as ill
15 no child under the age of 18 will be in any secure establishment unless they are a danger to others or their selves
16 fathers will be traced and made to live at home with the family they created as long as there is no history of violence the state will help them
17 major roads will close stopping commuting ensuring all workers reach work within their local area in 30 minutes or less
18 NO child shall experience any form of poverty
19 the rest are yours put ideas in comments and i will add


Sunday 11 December 2011

The Moon shines

The moon shines

The great winds turn
Glazed under the blazing sun
Cooled as they crash into the sea
Oblivious of man

The world turns
The moon shines
The tide turns
But not to look on man

All you wish to tame is free
All you want to conquer dead
All you wish to own is lost
All you have is time

Jamaican storm

Storm over Jamaica


Silence
And a Erie calm
Then birds scream out

The tropical green
Greener against the darkened sky
The calls louder on the growing wind

To the music the rhythm of the garden
Starts to rise
Turning and bending
And thrashing

Frenzied
And out of control
The sea trying to rise off
Its now cloudy bed

In a spiral the debris
Is whipped into flight
And the moon watches pleased
While the light flashed out

Then the base cracked and rumbled
Then the light flashed again
And the garden lit up bright
And was froze

Then a slow spit and splatter
Then a rising cascade
Of rain fell to earth
Then the light flashed once more

And the cloud left the beach
And it wandered away
And the light now lit up
In the distance away



And the dance slowly
wound down
And the rainfall died out
And the birds all fell silent
The island was still

our cottage garden

Our Cottage Garden - Hartland Point Devon

The sun goes round
To wake the flowers
Who call the bees
Who buzz for hours

They bumble on
The bluest breeze
Across the lawns
Up in the trees

Their flight is mocked
By a dainty pair
Of butterflies
On buttered air

And through it all
A voice calls on
From a distant spire
A distant dong

Not Stupid no just easily led

Not stupid

Not stupid just
So easily led
Not hate filled
Just believe what’s read

Caring sometimes
When it’s some one close
But a little less when
It’s others folks

Industrious but with out
Good aim
Creative without
Inspired eyes

Relentless in our Strive to prove
Lack lustre
In steps to improve

Driven by some old screwed up notes
Screwed up by the ones who have more
Blind to the perfect place we live in
Deaf to the past and a billion souls

Tired of the walk yet never seated
Sad for the down trod and defeated
Then in an hour it serves them all right
Then in an hour let’s join in the fight

Not stupid no, just easily led
In search of a better world instead
That we brush past each blinding day
Never to return, and never to stay

Man and the Millenium

Man and the millennium

And when we look back
What have we all achieved?
Since man first made his tracks
And started out to weave

Man the mighty architect
Controls this fragile earth
In vain he tries to concur
While feeding nature’s mirth

All our great achievements
Are geared so selfishly
For mankind at his table
And we still fail to see

We’re a tiny minut fraction
Of a mighty galaxy
And the only skill we’ve mastered
Is to kill efficiently

Our destiny will never alter
We no longer have the time
To stop and make a difference
Our apathy’s entwine

Lets hope in the future
When faded tracks are gone
There is something left to ponder
What on earth went wrong?

Winter

In the winter you are so violent

So unforgiving of those
Who share the years
Un caring cruel and determined

You seem to relish the suffering
And many of you dear friends
Who no you well
Leave

Then as if you have been testing
The resolve of those you hold closest
You forgive relent and lay out a show
Of gratitude that explodes in every corner

Some would buy a bouquet
You, you lay down thousands of acres
Colours so vibrant and against
The Arctic canvas contrast they glow

Yellows, delicate rhythmic whites
All moving with you soft breath
You never speak a word
But from each hedge and leaf pile
Come forth a myriad

Of friend of such diversity
That stood by you so they reap
A feast that you lay down
As you shake and nature all

Within your expanding fresh domain

Honest Eyes

Honest eyes

I’ve sat in silence
And wept the night to day
Rode the wind
With laughter by my side

Kissed the lips
That reached so tenderly
For mine to touch
And burn with ecstasy

I’ve helped the ones
Who had no care for me
Turned my back on no man
To this day

I’ve heard the treacherous
Lies of fools
But gave them no time
And left as if no words were said

Give me a heart
Filled full of honesty
And eyes that glimmer
In the truth

Hunted Hunter

Hunted Hunter

Darkness comes and from a place
A gentle footstep treads.
With intermittent gate and staring face
Adorned with silken threads.

Greenest forest blades apart
Spread as frantic search begins.
For fill to power the tiny heart
And guide the smallest wings.

The hunter totally captivating
Senses turned and honed to catch.
Fails to check, the trap is baited
Who the bait and where the match.

As launch is made to snare the feed
A streetlight shadow falls.
And trapper turns to trapped at speed
With the lightning flash of paws.

Wet Poppy

Wet Poppy

A wet poppy sodden on a dirty street
Trodden on by a thousand feet
A memory for a day and then forgotten
Cast down and trod on by a thousand men

An old soldier tired in a dark front room
His death on the cards but won’t come to soon
He remembers his pals and their sepia smiles
And he remembers each step of a thousand miles

What do the memories matter to you?
Too busy for silence, was it worth it for you?
While he sleeps he is burgled and wakes in the day
To the sound of a coward scrambling away

If it’s war then you feel he’s no longer a use
But maybe his son will be more good to you
And you’d take him and if by some luck he survived
He’d be trampled just like his poor dad

On a wet street a soldier rattles a box
Still fighting, why should he be out there at all?
Years in the cold and you still ask for more
And he shivers and listens to the streets footsteps fall

Good

Good


While children wear the barbed wire crown
Their tears and terror stop their play
And summer skies to winter nights
Are filled with silence from the heart

When weak are battered beaten down
And poor exploited for a coin
And greed and hunger sleep at night
Under the same dark star lit sky

With all the pain out in this world
Then peace is the last thing that we need
For the good must fight the tide of all
Who seek to turn out any hope

The actions of a caring heart
Bring together welded strong
The kind the good the mighty force
Who are mankind not doves or hawks

Dawn

Dawn

Fishnets hauled up
Under the amber sun
Dark silhouette
Out on a darkened sea

No friendly lights of home
There you stand-alone
Fear gone in the chemical waves
Pride and hope burned away

Trawling crawling fisherman
Don’t care nor give a damn
Where you are, or where you go
Its just how much he needs to know?

It’s Dawn if anyone cares to ask
While pulling at the nets
Fifteen years and lost at sea
Seems cruel in any time

Her captain beats her tired limbs
Her dealer takes reward
Her punter takes her on the sea
Then casts her overboard

It’s Dawn if anyone wants to ask
And care seems to be a stupid word
To describe a life of a scalded child
Now blistering in to womanhood

Dare you look into her eyes?
Under that amber lamplight hue
Then go about your sad cruel act
With Dawn looking down on you

Never a kiss from a loving man
Never a real embrace
Never loved from cradle to grave
Just Dawn on another day

Graft

Graft

And when the workingman grows tired
No longer duty bound to serve
His life to waste in endless toil
To ensure the boss is full

And the digger cuts another turf
For an infant who should still be here
But for the lack of basic care
By a fool in white and no time to spare

We’ve lost all faith in the upper class
To many times they fail
On the battlefields of France we fell
While they quaffed vintage wine

So raise a pint to the honest heart
Of the soul of this deep English soil
The results of a lifetime at the plough
And the selfless sweat and graft








Dreams

Dreams

Beat me down
Take my home and all in it
Torture and bring me down

Break my bones
And free the blood from my veins
Make me scream out against the pain

But if I am alive
And when you leave
You will have my soul
And I will have my dreams

Barbed Crown

Barbed Crown

When efforts turn away
From toils that always fail
To lay to rest our goal
Of eternal peace

And the cowardly self concerned
Hide in the shadows, like frightened ghouls
Longing to clear their minds
Of the conscience they ignore

From the terrified tear splashed cheeks
Of the barbed wire crown
On the head of an aging child
With no smile, no love, no hope

To the ancient grief torn face
Of the fighters who never sleep
There only trusted friend a
Polished Russian rifle

War virus plagues the world
Its cure another shot
Of scalding lead, sent deep into the heart
Of another brainwashed fool

We must stand and help
For the truth is our lives today
Have all the trappings of great wealth
With a bait laid down in hell

Fireside

FIRESIDE

I’ve sat in silence and wept the night to day
Rode the wind with laughter by my side
Kissed the lips that reached so tenderly
Then fell to sleep in loving arms caress

When I woke I walked with honest pride
Helped the ones who had no care for me
I never turned my back on any man
Or called on to those who turn away

Each journeys mile I wandered at my pace
Heeded some words, ignored a few as well
My strides been matched by feet that joined me for a while
Then softly left, an echo in my thoughts

By the fireside of deep content
I took my chair and placed it in the path
So I absorbed each radiant fall of bliss
My smile a gift from every trodden mile

Pests

The Pest


They drive you crazy
In the summer months
The ants and flies
And snails and slugs

Them pesky birds
Eat up you seed
The moles trash your lawn
What a dirty deed

Even our friends
Our trusty hounds
End up outcast
In the lost and found

Foxes they’re by far the worst
They kill our chickens
The farmers curse

The rabbits eat up all our crops
Along with gliding hare
With big brown eyes and floppy ears
We cull without a care

Then those nasty badgers
They spread disease around
So we cull again or wipe out
Where ever the are found

Big is not a problem
We take the elephant
And turn it into key fobs
Or dusty ornaments

And if they dare to fight back
Like the tiger or the shark
Then we turn them into medicine
Or blow their brains apart

Did someone stop to ponder?
How everything above
Survives in perfect harmony
Without a pest like us

Time

Time

For the memories of the greatest times
Spent entwined within your arms
The laughter echoes daily when
I think of you

A friendship built within our lives
Of hardship and triumphant times
Without you I would have deeply missed
The reason I exist

You bring the morning when you wake
You take the sun when you must sleep
Beneath the autumns leafy piles
Our footsteps tread for mile on mile

Love is molten burning bright
But time will cool and stop its flow
But it’s then that love sets steel and true
And that’s the time I share with you

May we be joined if that be fate?
By an image flesh of ours
To share our love and spend some time
Treading again the fresh turned leaves

My valentine, my love and all
Take my heart and keep it safe
For it is brittle as your own
And by your side it makes its home

Lynmouth

Lynmouth

What a day out in the throat
Of Exmoor and fine Lyn mouth
Grey teeth smile and Bluest breath
Salved sea drips from the jowls
At another Devon feast

No foul breath instead
A cough of cooling ice runs free
Across the stubbled, chiselled chin
Of purple, yellow, green

Razor missed but for fine styled ways
Time worn wrinkles
That make old Lyn mouth smile

Summer at 6 am

Summer at six am

White crystal corridor
Wrapped in clear web
The mornings ray held fast
The spider unfed

This world, of the early shift
Who drink the morning’s breath?
While snails lay down a stardust trail
And foxes seek their bed

While man sleeps and dreams
Another world unfolds
Of tiny dew soaked footprints
Then the world explodes

To the break of gliding hare
Through the green and bending grass
Sending out a mighty galaxy
Of diamonds from his path

A moment then the silence comes
And this world returns to calm
Just a tattered crystal corridor
And a faint distant alarm

Jamaica

Jamaica

I hear you
I hear your distant call
Through the mountains it echoes

I see you and watch your mane
Twist in the sunlight
Riding on the crystal breeze

I feel you, feel the power
The great dignity
That never will be tame

I watch and see a might
Carried on limbs
That strides out with your pride

Nature is your neighbour
And the sea your tears
The white beach your place to rest
Away from passing cares

But your eyes, the people
Reflect so all can see
Your heart beats in their gaze
Exposed with soul set free

Jamaica the lion
I here your roar
But I have felt your heart beat
Jamaica in my core

Jamaican Bride

Jamaican Bride

White whiter still
The smile so clear
I remember it and
Will do so forever

As you drifted through
The garden into view
By your side your father
Smiles mingled and spread

They crossed before you
Reaching our friends
Then bouncing back to you
We waited

I nervous but so so happy
The wind whipped up the garden
Into a frenzied dance
We watched your beauty walk in
A frozen moment

Our friends looked
Ady shuffled by Nic’s side
Helen and Roop’s beamed
Kim filmed as Debbie shot
And your mum shone

By my side
Then the preacher opened his good book
We came together
As the blue rushed up the beach

Each wave scrambling up
The bleached white sand
Jostling the sea horses and star fish
For the best view

And Jesus went to Galilee
And we swore
And became one
And your deep beauty
Eclipsed all this
Out did the falling sun
Your eyes a deeper blue
Than the ocean looking on

You dazzled the tropical flowers
That watched from their stand in the garden

And you smiled
And we all laughed
And your mum shone
And we where Married

The Sun

The Sun

And when the white coat nods
That all is done
The very place that life begun
Then flickers turn to rising mist
And light is dimmed to never burn here again

All around the darkness does embrace
When solemn grey
Becomes the mask of stolen smile
And where the candle passed around its warmth
Now cool and still abound

A slight noise
A breath to help you burn
Now silent but for
A teardrop to the ground

You burned more brightly than the sun
And now our darkest days begun
And when we woke
From what we thought a dream

The hammer clattered
On the steel of truth
That you had left
Never for us to speak again

But then the curtains are turned back
And the spring sunshine pours in through
And you our son and you shine free
Fanned by the winds
Of all eternity
I Paid The Ferryman
Poetry 2004

Grey might

Strange but spring arrives regardless
Of how we treat it through the years
Totally oblivious the crocus
To the poor old humans plight

The sun warmed neck of a snowdrop
Would bow down beneath the sun
Even if we were not here to witness
It being done

The gulls don’t care, because they are unaware
Of the grey might sailing underneath
And its destiny like its ancestry
On a futile trip to sea

His fellow gulls
With there mocking screams
Or mimics of the loved ones tears
As they glide through
black, out and on
Through Pompeys tired eyes

Emerald world

Emerald world

When efforts turn away
From toils that always fail
Turning labour to the plough
Instead of wasted stride

No mans eyes shall see again
Your hate filled or forgiving stare
No rage flared nostrils through the flames
And evil withers in its pain

When the good reap all rewards
And flowers wrap the blades of swords
And falling rain turns steel to dust
That blows out on the summer’s breath

When youth tires of ancestral past
Turns instead to hold the hands of foes
And share the warmth of his caress
As peace grows wild from friendships sowed

A carpet creeps across the line
That once barbed wire would divide
And emerald fields walk out of sight
On every hill in all mans eyes

The summer rain feeds the growth
And fertile soil holds fast
And all that witness understand
Life and love grow hand in hand

In time the planets fresh cut wounds
Are healed by summer time
And the only race is all mankind
With sunshine on their mind

Wednesday 7 December 2011

The Occupy Movement

can a none violent protest group remove the rich from power
Occupy has gone about their business without violence so they have been rewarded with police brutality and forced removal
we are the masses we can now communicate better using social media
68 million people in the UK and 600 politicians
we are lied to once they get into power
if we don't vote they get in because their supporters have no competition
if we do vote we vote for a party we do not wish to elect
a simple way forward is for independent socialists to stand along with any other independent candidates a deposit of £500 is put down and the support of unions in this could allow us to field hundreds of independent candidates
this group then gets a free mail slot for the whole of the constituency
we can then put pressure on the media for coverage of the candidates and tweet their support online
we need backers and volunteers to stand
and take back this party system for the real democracy of the real people of this nation and all nations
politicians working online for the people workers and poor without the influence of backers or business FREE DEMOCRACY FOR OUR TIMES
WE NEED THE UNIONS AND SUPPORTERS ON BOARD FOR A REVOLUTION AGAINST THE PARTIES

Thursday 3 November 2011

Capitalism the corpse replaced by the workers republic

we are in the end days for capitalism a system of boom and bust cycles that destroys the lives of the poor.
The workers are slaves and they are used to produce income for the rich capitalist slave masters
Humanity under the Occupy Movement now begin the great struggle to eradicate the cancerous bile of the capitalist
Banks are bleeding to death the euro is debt
and we the workers are breaking free
we now need to start with the requirements for the best way for humanity to live in freedom
1 we want peace but must bare arms to protect our system as the Paris Commune failed to do
2 we must enable the workers to benefit from their production
3 the socialist intelligentsia must not be allowed to take over from the workers
4 politicians will be independent and political parties will be smashed
5 peace will be our number one objective
6 the Internet will be our tool for the people to talk with the managers there will not be and hierarchy we will all be involved a cooperative
7 we will have zero unemployment all will have work
8 we will collect each ten years the peoples requirements for them and their families
9 education and health care will be free
fuel will be state owned
water and transport state owned
10 the managers will be replaced if this is the wish of the people at any stage of their employment following an e vote
we want ideas from the nations and world great thinkers
for the way to build a nation led by the workers for the workers
please put your ideas down it is our nation

Sunday 3 July 2011

we need to get the brakes on
we need to grow our food at home
farmers with small holdings should plough using the horse no more diesel price hikes tractor parts etc the cost would be lower and free manure
we need to use sailing ships to move goods overseas with the free wind power backed by motor they would save billions
we need to harness the power of the rivers and seas for our energy while designing homes that use less
we need to live off the land and socialise with our neighbours start enjoying their company and stop the competition
across the world we should introduce a 4 day week creating jobs for some and time for others
families should be encourage to live near each other and the state care system would be redundant
we need more nights Sat by log fires under the stars enjoying the company of others

Thursday 10 March 2011

March 26th

the above date is the start of the uprising of the english against this vile unelected coalition
follow tweets for updates
the NHS is being privatised
the poor are paying for the banking scums loses
families are losing there income
fathers and mothers are unable to feed their children
and the bankers get fatter and fatter as our politicians spit in our faces
well march 26th is the peoples day and the furnace of our revolution will be lit
gather round it feel its warmth
and free us all from the chains of capitalism
Freedom justice hope and dreams in our time
unite and change the nation
Peace & solidarity with The North African revolution

Thursday 10 February 2011

we are the future and the new revolution

tri party politics has failed us
we are forging ahead with a independent band of revolutionaries
all we want is work for the young the poor to have enough and the rich to have their wealth reduced away from obscenity