My Greatest Fear

I feel like a weight is knotted tight 'round my feet, like the shackles of a slave, they won't let me go!

My mind is a maze and I'm lost a long way from home.

The clouds and the fog rain down on my thoughts, like a drought would never believe!

I am nothing but a wanderer, wishing to go farther than the breeze.

My dreams are my destination and my tears are nothing but obstacles on the way.

I must learn to take and to leave, as I come face to face with my fears!

Runaway I sometimes say, but to where can I go?

From the depths of the sea to the bright lights of the streets,

there's nowhere on Earth I can getaway from Me.

Mind vs. Heart

That's my greatest fear.

I must learn and improve at letting things go.

 I have to have the clear vision God wants me to have, 

To know when a good thing must end,

 and when a good thing should continue.

Half A Story

The rain pours down, slamming heavily into the windows, as the gusts of wind drive it from behind!
Everything fades away as I sit here, quiet, relaxed, wanting nothing more than to be left alone.
The hour is late yet still my mind is sharp, my eyes as clear as the raindrops that fall from the sky.
The kettle is boiling the water up for that warming cup of tea. My family are sleeping now.
The empty sound of silence leaves me feeling as though I'm the only remaining human alive.
15,16,17, I turn the volume up a little. Enough to get my feet bouncing, but not too much...I'd rather not interrupt my sisters dreams. She has big exams coming up you know...Maths, French...etc. She's probably having nightmares rather than dreams! I thought about it today. What a waste of 6 months of life, all that study! I can't remember anything from my high school classes.
The End
(just lost complete interest in continuing this story! Sorry for wasting 2 minutes of your life!)

The Corner

Ever present and ever listening,
where stories never go untold,
where stories never go unheard,

full of truths and lies of before.
A place where the fear to speak

is lost to the heavy burden of facts.
Facts of life and facts of actions,
actions that can't ever be changed,
or forgotten, but through their release in the corner.

A place where our common weakness
may come to the fore, without the
 usual embarrassment that one may bare.
Where your struggles become similar to mine,
and you no longer feel alone in the world.

With a cup of tea or a can of beer,
the stories will go on as they have before.
The corner is listening, so do not fear,
your words won't go farther than
that door over there!

Look Up At The Sky

I look up at the sky,

oh I look up at the sky...
I dream of days gone by when
 I felt that I could fly,
oh I could fly so high!
But I'm sitting down right now,
cloudy skies keep raining on my mind!

I fear the world I live in is nothing but a lie...
oh lies, lies, lies, nothing but more lies.
I feel it's time I up and leave to see it for myself.
 The bombs that do rain down, may not read 'from Palestine',
but David's stars and stripes they be, until they hit the streets,
where people of true peace and love are left to bleed and weep.
Lies, lies, lies...the tabloids they do read, one way traffic is all you see,
so please, please please...turn off the BBC.
Obama I do feel has lots of love appeal, but as President of USA,
he's a puppet on a string, locked into a history of 'I win, you lose',
no matter who you are!
War on terror, war on peace...they're very much the same!
Are we really fighting for true UNity, or is all to be 'just ME'?
Without my enemies I can't be true to me!
 Enemies are nothing more than tests for you to see,
the potential of the fire that burns in you since birth.

I look up at the sky,

oh I look up at the sky...
I dream of days gone by when
 I felt that I could fly,
oh I could fly so high!
But I'm sitting down right now,
cloudy skies keep raining on my mind!

And the same cloudy skies are raining down
 on African boys as they walk many miles.
Sitting in class, with nothing more than air they breathe free,
and the sun burning backsides with all its degrees!
No book, no pens, no hope. No way to break free from the shackles
tied tight round their feet!
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Who tied the shackles so tight 'round their feet?
Was it you and I as we sat down to a feast?
or was it the USA and all its 'Fair Trade'?
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Who tied the shackles so tight 'round their feet?
Have you got the key or did you throw it to sea?
To hide the lies covering defeat like #OBL is too hard to beat!

to be continued...

Babies In A Cradle

Dear God,
I think we need to talk once more!
Everyday I see the pain and misery, of your people that live down here!
 You sit on your throne looking at me, like watching volcanoes about to erupt.
But I'm blowing up inside and still I can't get my message across!
The thoughts of what the world should be, remain locked up inside of me!
One man against the world... it will not work as you may seek,
My word is not strong enough, so how can it be a message of belief,
 For all the world to feel and see that they are truly free to be!
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I trust in your beliefs for the peace of the worlds humanity
But when your blueprints were drawn I fear the lines were unclear!
The world is fucked up, like you didn't plan for the greed of one man,
Thirsty for power, our minds have grown more,
From Dublin to Dubai, Gaza to Hawaii,
the world has grown small,
so packed tight in this space, we were sure to start fights!
Like babies in a cradle, we remain in your power,
but lost in our thoughts, we think it is ours!

The Road Ahead

I walk around every day thinking what the fuck?
Thinking how fucked up is this place, in its funny funny ways!
As I watch the people acting in their strange strange ways!
1, 2 , 3, 4, once I saw a man alive, 5, 6, 7, 8, then I heard that he was dead!
Oh well!
Is life really worth all the fussin' about, running from funeral to funeral,
feelin' depressed at the loss of life.
To be honest I really don't care right now!
I feel like I'm the only one!
The man down the road is dead...so what?
Death is a part of life, be happy that you were here at all!
Don't be sad and don't be afraid!
You've lived your days here, so smile for all that lies ahead!

Breakaway

What is my worth??
What is my place here on Earth?
Do I exist through the eyes of my Lord?
Have I any control?

I look through the eyes of a person who's lost...not knowing where I'm going,
Can somebody please tell me the way to the top?
because, I've been searching but I just can't find my way to the top.
It's like a glass ceiling is right above my head! There's no way to breakthrough, bulletproof, I just can't win!!
I lie in my bed, frustrated by this life, this fire burning up inside, like this life is my hell.
But still I do get up, I throw my clothes on and then I slip into my trainers before I look into the mirror.
I don't know what I see but I think it must be me! Confused by myself, healthy and bright, fooled into thinking nothings wrong, but the world inside this case is something more irate.
 My life is a game and I think I'm pretty good. Everyone sees me and thinks what a lovely happy guy.
But the truth is that's really just a lie. I smile when I'm angry and I cry when I just don't care!
My mind is a maze where only I know the way. False identity takes center stage most of the day!

Don't Lie

From this day forth I pledge to talk my thoughts
Leaving all the stress and pain, free to roam the world again.
I think that I will face threats, to all my time of peace and faith

But my mind will once again be mine, free to breathe and see again.

With a breath of fresh air I will be ready to fight,
living for what's right in life, and ignoring all the pain of play.
Free from fear, I fear nothing, living only 'cause I need to be something,
more and more I see something, clearer and clearer it becomes something.

Barriers remain in sight because of all the lies they write,
BBC, write what they see, even if they cannot see.
CNN, well when did the page ever reject ink?