For the Sake of Love

I walk in a blind world
Its heart has become hard
Its ears are now deaf
Like a cataract, the blindness spreads.

They slaughter without conscious
Lie devoid of intention
As they bow to death
And become enslaved to its power.

They forgot how to love
Forgot kindness existed
They forgot the truth
So worshiped a lie.

And I fight
Not for Freedom
Not for Equality
Not even for you.

I fight so truth is told
And love made known
I will battle till my death
I will fight for us all.

But don’t be mistaken
These words don’t bring peace
These words make child fight father
While brother kills brother.

I’ve been told they’ll hate me
I’ve been told they’ll exalt me
But I don’t fight with a sword
My sword is the word.

Yet when they kill
For their hate of love
For their love of hate
I’ll stand and smile
For the sake of love.

Did you see the city?

Did you see the city?
Burning without flames

Did you hear the city?

Where the song of silence sings

This is the city.

Where the free are born in chains

Where the skyscrapers cry,

For the blood of their slave

This is the city.

Where Babel was rebuilt

Where self imposed Gods dine,

Feeding on a beggars crumb

This is the city.

Like Atlantis lost in time

Both behind and before,

Yet now the sinful saints fall

Did you smell the city?

Burning without smoke

Did you feel the city?

Trembling in its hope

Dear Scotland

Dhá millennium ago

The butcher diced Gaelic brains

Watching blood ooze from the veins 

Still they held immunity

To not caress Rome’s vanity

A Childbirth Juxtaposed

Scotland’s freedom triumphed

Behind a wall in isolation

Devoid of foreign entanglement

Their glory was theirs alone

English Kings grew jealous

So English Kings did march

The kilts where burnt in blazes

The kilts where born in blood

For three centuries of time

The wars of blood did loll

Brave heroes died immortal

Till Scotland’s peace did fall

A Scottish King would rule both lands

Such irony be heard

Scottish knees that bowed before

Now walked on England’s throne

A birth given not in blood

A marriage given without love

Two nations then, one nation now

Seventeen O’ Seven

Welcome to this noble land

Free markets born

Steam engines roar

Bacteria are damned

Yet happy endings did not come

For Peace did meet his match

Our soldiers died eternal deaths

As poppies fed off thistle and rose

An elected Caeser now sailed the sea

So soldiers bore war for liberty

In kilts they duelled, in kilts they died

For English Boys and Scottish Girls

Now blind men walked the earth

For the chasm was hard to see

The sick lay cared by Doctors

While The Doctor walked our screens

Welcome to this noble land

Sporting muggles born

Wizards soar

Mars bars are deeply fried

Yet the ghost of divorce comes creeping

Though not born in blood

He steals away our love

Twenty O’ Fourteen

Now Scotland you must choose

To keep or break your vows

I ask that you would stay

Leaving walls to histories’ town

So Salmond can you kid

If you think old Britain’s done

For though not born in love

The Union still is one.

The Wave

I’m in a wave

I’m in an all consuming wave

A wave born out of the chasm in Gods heart

It’s when my soul meets his, and then meets another

This is not a tame seaside wave

This is a cosmic, eternal invincible wave

It’s a wave that will carry on, till I’m dead in my bones

It’s a wave that will carry on, till time is buried in his grave

This wave is so powerful, it’s carrying me paralyzed

My heart cannot simply contain what this wave has put inside of me

The wave goes as far as I can see, and as far as I can see it’s pounding straight for me

This is wave that will have cataclysms on the being of time itself

It is an all consuming wave that leaves my heart breathless in amaze

You see this is a wave that has come over me since the day it began

A small wave at first, is now reaching land

Like a tsunami let it destroy all that it may reach

Like a hurricane may it destroy the foundations of alters on which our knees bow

This is a wave that echoes in the eternal history of time

It is a wave that comes from the sea of love

In all four forms of love

This is a wave that leads men to die

It is a wave that was born of blood

That has been moving through generations

Until its will would be done

This is the wave that will see all things come

It is the wave that creation has longed for in eager expectation

This is the wave that will bring captives from there chains

This is the wave that will bring a broken hurting world free from pain.

END.

This is the end
Humanity’s last futile breath
All the tyrants, born self-proclaimed Gods
All endured for nothing.

When the ice blood stops pumping
After Humanity wakes at the dusk of immortality
What will we remember?

Power, Wealth, Status.
Or those we forgot
Prisoners born of our ignorance

When a generation looks back
Remembering us as condones born of blindness
Who murdered the human inside us?

Love, Fight, Serve.
So your silence won't be judged with your sins
That the lamb won't be cursed as the lion
When we walk on the road to eternity
Will our love have bled us empty?

Futile, Sinners, Oblivious.
Our last mark on this earth
When all is done.
If nothing is done.

A Look Behind

The men of earth mourn

Begging of lights dawn

The children of men sing

Singing their fathers lies

The years behind wore us down

Old demons haunt us now

Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq

Taunt of when peace did bow

Bankers ate their weight in gold

Vultures famished of gluttony

Made us despise elected kings

Monsters devoured ancient truth

Expressed truth as lie

That war makes peace with war

Or money's jewels born to adore 

Across the sea

The war of donkeys' rage

Men caught in piety

Fighting eternal wars

Yet chained to death they lay 

Still we believe

Every nation formed invincible

Our ideologies immortal

As anniversaries of chaos loom

Did you see the day

Immortal armies fell

Did you see the day

Came the angels of hell

Now we crave love to fix

To end our invention of death

But we've sold our love as sex

All wear a prostitutes' dress

Still You forget love is a man

With two holes in his hands

Who will redeem all things anew

By the peace of his land