*What
The Lord Sees As He Watches His Creations*
The Man stares
The children play on the harsh metal play equipment
The futures of the human race..
Playing make believe games
About dragons and princesses
But this time the princess gets killed
Destroyed by an uncaring prince
Who loves someone else
And has broken their vows of love
Still the Man stares
The sun sets, the children flee home to the safety of television
And the men of the night come out to play
Rough women, men with breath of alcohol
Bottles in brown paper bags
And love that is as cheap as the spirits they drink
These are the present
That play games with each other
Like a twisted follow the leader
Still the Man stares
The sun rises again, the drunks and whores leave
For their shadowed corners, to hide from the light of day
To drown their hangovers in yet more drink
And the cleaners emerge from their council trucks
With the orange leering stripes
The old men, the past, clean the filth left by the revellers and the children
Staining their hands with empty bottles
With condoms, and lolly wrappers
The bags are filled, the men with the sad faces leave
The truck drives off in a puff of blue smoke
So the man smiles, and watches the children come and play again
*Observation from a city corner*
The pretty woman
I watch her pass me, I see her smile
Plastered on with this mornings makeup
Her body is her life
Her perfection is her goal
The sad man
I watch him pass me, I see the indecision
Like a permanent frown chiselled into his forehead
His problems consume his life
His solving of them is his goal
The teenage girl
I watch her pass me, I see her black nails
Like a message that only some can read
Her shattered beliefs are her life
Her acceptance is her goal
The teenage boy
I watch him pass me, I see the fear behind his eyes
Wondering if he’ll ever be able to act the way he feels
His hidden truths are his life
His expression of them is his goal
The faceless nameless crowd
I watch them move past in groups or alone
Some to work, some to school, some to unknown hollows
Some to the horizon, some to the light and some to death
Like lambs to the slaughter, like falling stars
They go on, unknowing
Forever Unknowing
*Cry*
Don't
Put your hands to your eyes
Let the tears
Fall like rain
Upon your clothes
Care not
For smudged eyeshadow
Just let it out
Go on
Cry
You've held it in so long
You've held back the pain
Cry
And let me know you feel
Let me know you breathe
I won't tell a soul
I won't let the world know
That you
Cry
You can be strong for them
But I want to see you
Not the wall you erect for others
Cry
Let your soul out
In tears of silver
And let me be there
For you and you always
Cry
*Untitled*
There is
something
Deep inside me
That wants to be normal
I don't know how I can
Because I have been
Strange all my life
Instead of Football
Rugby Tackles and bloke
Talk. Looks like I
Shall have a strange
Life. Imagine I
Always do what if
I hadn't been born
With this brain
Would I enjoy life more
Even if I couldn't write
Poetry or essays
Or recieve hollow
Awards on speech night
Live a little
Rather than die a lot
Enjoy the sun and
Run with friends
Rather than sitting
On this damn computer
Inside
Away from prying eyes
I should get out
But I know that
I never will
I hate the desires that
I feel inside knowing
They will never be
fulfilled. perhaps
Death will end this
dreary existence or
Perhaps I will change to
Greet the new day
Get in and enjoy it
Or sit back and grow
Further from life
