Stand up against Injustice

Travelling on a bus one night I was sat talking with a girl
in the background a large group of teenagers were setting off stink bombs
when I looked back an elderly man was standing to open the window as his wife was distressed, both of them were in their late sixties.

The man then sat and as he did a youth stood and closed the window
the elderly man stood again and opened it, only to have his hand trapped in the window
I was alone apart from the girl
I stood, walked over and forced open the window freeing the man,s hand
looking at the gang I said
this couple are someones parents and grand parents all they want after a night out is to go home in peace

we all sat down

As I waited for the gang to attack me I heard them all plotting as we drove along
the ring leader stood and left the bus at his stop and the bus moved on

The elderly couple than rang the bell a few stops later and stood to leave, the women turned to the bus and said their was only one man on the bus and thanked me

later the gang came to their stop and stood and walked by saying to me well done mate you did the right thing

I was scared at the time adrenalin pumped through me but the fear was held back by the need to fight injustice

I remember that couple and will do so till I die her words still bring on a tear

and I will always stand when it is required

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.

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

We are lost

we are rich so they say,every technology is available to us yet our mothers die alone on Piss stained mattresses
Our Nations Children suffer abuse neglect hunger and bullying while we grind out a wage that is enough to get us one day further along the road.
Bankers brought poverty to the doors of most families while they carried on taking massive bonus payments saying we will go abroad if we are not paid for our failure.
This is a snap shot of the capitalist state in 2012

http://ideas.repec.org/p/nbr/nberhi/0016.html

WE CAN'T GO ON AND MANY OF THE RICH WILL ADVISE THAT NOT TO DO SO WOULD CREATE A HELL WORSE THAN THIS

We started the year with Occupy at the forefront of a western revolution, it was crushed by the capitalist simply by using the hygiene issues around the camps
while they do nothing about clearing up the inner city slums or the ghettos around the world.
we can and will have a new system to replace this vile capitalist slave trading that they call employment

we want our freedom back we want work for us and our children

I believe the world of freecommunism is our Path

we must create a manifesto that brings to it the aim of improving life for the masses

no dictators setting agendas the people the commune working for the thing that capitalism denies us UTOPIA

we can all have employment the riches can have less the poor enough 

Teenagers must have jobs and their mothers must have help from their fathers who MUST STAY IN THE FAMILY AND WORK FOR THE CHILDREN

we all have wants but needs must be met for the masses first then wants can be addressed

FOOD 4 ALL not just the fat rich western pigs

HATRED IS MAN'S GREATEST CHALLENGE WE CAN ALL love

I have started work on a manifesto and it goes like this

we wantAn end to child abuse today
Full stomachs
Empty prisons
Full colleges
Teenagers with hope
Pensioners warm
More trees
Fewer cars
Clean water
Mosquito nets
Not limos
Love songs
Not rap songs
Hand shakes
Not war
Families near each other
Schools next door
Work for a workers life
Company
Not solitude
Friendship
Not hate
My son proud
My wife pleased
My employees busy
And me home for tea
I don’t want excuses
Or promise filled lies
I want all on this list
Without compromise
We have waited too long
For this mess to come right
Let’s take back our England
All join in our fight

Let us start the work let us work with other communists and create a freecommmunist system dictator free and 4 the people

Join us on THE PATH help us cut it through the jungle of CAPITALISM

AND LET US DECLARE TODAY THANKSGIVING THE END OF CAPITALISM

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

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