This is how you do it Step by step, dismantling of a life Marginalisation first Age, disability, race Deny employment While pretending it’s nothing personal Remove services Because who can afford to subsidise the useless Repossess homes, transport And sneer at the human rubbish on the street A job well done
Future
Walking into the fog It’s a real pea souper Can’t see a foot in front of my face Glimpses of possibilities Murky and unclear Can’t see the ground on which I’m walking Might fall off a cliff any moment Feeling my way like one blind Living presently Now is all that matters Leave the future…
Peace
Looking for peace In a world that won’t be still I turn to God And wait for answers the lily of the field allows worry to float away blown by the wind beyond sight and thought Lord, I am not a lily And I am afraid Don’t let me fall
Intention and perception
I intended good You saw evil You intended humour I saw hurt I chatter when I’m nervous You call me aggressive I’m hurt by your actions Only joking, you said Where do I stand Up is down and black is white We speak a different language You and I I am tired of…
Hope reborn
In a field ploughed with scars I sowed my hopes and dreams Watered with fear Fed with pain I waited. This field is barren, they said Nothing will grow here Your crop is dust Your dreams are dust Your hope is dead In the waxing of a new spring A single green shoot…
Hero
Living in the darkness Loving behind the walls of your eyes An object of scorn from those who could not see Unable to show how much you care You knew only one way You suffered for them You died for them You killed for them You put yourself last You have accepted their scorn Accepted…
What He does for us
There is so much our father does for us And sometimes the most special Are the little things The things you didn’t expect And barely dared to hope for You didn’t get rained on The bus came on time You got the job, made a living, met the One You were in trouble and He…
Maybe
Maybe I’m blind But I can’t see why It’s so hard to help people live. Maybe I’m dumb But I don’t understand Why some grab more and more Why others have less and less. Maybe I’m deaf But why can’t I hear Protests for a better way That are louder than a whisper When they…
The Well
The well was full, once Brimming with hope, with love, with empathy Gifted without measure to any who needed it But you drank and drank You drank it dry with tricks and lies My well is empty now Barren and dusty You stand and scream Where is your water? I have nothing left for you
Wildness
Pools of yellow-white Splash the straight way down the straight grey Behind the false light Gnarled brown skin with grasping fingers Tangled roots dig deep and dark Secret growth in nurturing darkness Striving, conniving, always returning To Wildness from structure Crookedness from linearity Life from plastic death
Eclectic Assemblage 