They tell us That When remembering our lives Autobiographically We should not begin By stating where we came from Or By relating to the reader The date we burst in to the world.   We must not be drawn Chronologically To impart memories A list In order To be understood.   Endeavour to show them Through pictures in their heads   I don't remember the day that I was born   I will never recall A photograph The first to steal my form On a black and white beach Ardrossan?     Memories of mother Father working hard We are oblivious when young Freely fed we're warmed By the ties we have The bonds we gather Hold Cherish Love   School comes on And At first you fall in line Measuring up Reported as being fine   Disillusionment  takes longer   If you are so inclined   Try as you might Personality Is diluted by the might Of sheepish individuals Too weak to allow Young minds to take fl

What is it that compels Goodness in some? Who go beyond the expected limits of  care and of grace? Why do they do it? The selfless and the golden Shining like the sun Not ever defeated Enduring of great pain The blisters of exertion Staying calm, remaining sane Those are the Praise worthy Devotees of human kind Who do it Not for glory But mercy And for love Not for god or for disciples Laurels or for fame Neither Allah, Jude or buddha They do it just for dignity Simply Because they care. AGL

We watched with disbelief As those selected by democracy Followed their own hearts Driven by nothing more Than What must be  Loathing for you and for me   What else could you call it   I don't want to bomb the Syrians Just like I felt before We should have spared Iraqis from our man made fire Extinguished False-hood And indignant ire   Terrorist scum Don't represent the masses Just as Bombs cannot discriminate Blast blown tornadoes Murdering Those Already tired   Children dying in their beds While western powers And The Rest Protect us all from thousands of miles At least In their inflated heads   Oil well fires will Go out Blow them away Then restart Fuelling governments need for wealth Destroying innocents in a flash Raping each continental shelf   It is fossil fuels that turn the wheels Without it We'd be living in peace. No palms to grasp Nor Greased up oily-tycoon's  

Democracy? Lords Appointed with a word and a nod Unevenly representative Democracy? Oh Lord! Not by any stretch Of anyone with imagination Lobbies Populated By wealth and privilege Working class Some were once But not any more Lords and Ladies I give you Democracy. Elected No! Needed No Sickening Yes! Robes adorn The infirm Snoozing Salivating Noses in troughs AGL

My eyes have seen all that has passed before them During wakefulness My ears heard music Sung by the angels I have smelled the sweet aroma of a garden full of roses And touched, gently Silk woven in nature I see when my eyes are open hear when I pay attention Prefer to smell aromas, forsaking odours Feel the blunt It does not cut me open As long as I live I will observe as best I can Listen with all of my audio awareness Use my olfactory sense, enjoying the knowledge within In gardens or tips I will know where I am Use my fingers, the magical tools To manipulate, work and stimulate Until I close my eyes for the last time As the sounds diminish The smells are clinical And I can feel no more I have tasted life, the gluttonous The repulsive The proteins and sugars Salivated over morsels Eaten my fill. AGL

If I watch and do nothing Am I culpable If I listen but do not hear Am I as much too blame If I smell the fire Do not put out the flames Will the earth be scorched Could I be blamed If I walk past someone in need When I ignore the heartfelt pleas Discard as though unimportant The injured or the dying Should I feel shame Am I to blame When thousands die each year Drown In mediterranean seas Gurgling as they are released From a life that has tortured them Unsaved Deprived of sanctuary Is it my fault That their lungs fill with  sea salt fluid Am I too blame? Should I feel ashamed? I try to elect those that should feel compelled To avoid the coffin swell Look after those in need The poor, impoverished There to feed Or to send the necessary seeds A life jacket Offered A child supported A tax pound sent Retrieves a life Almost spent Is it my fault? No! I did not consent Powerless! I will always resent My feeble soul. AGL

What if all of the things that rush around inside of your head? Came true A cacophony, a jumble Untested, untrue Factual and surreal Coloured by the imagination Of you What if? You sort through each item Deleting the worst thoughts Saving the interesting Publishing the wondrous Contemplating the weird Of those saved A gem appears A passing notion A flicker of light An image so obscure to you It almost causes fright "If I invent a button, that can cure the ills of man A mechanism for salvation, but not spiritually planned An emblem of innovation so superior in its working. That it causes world leaders to stand side by side.  And no longer hide A wish for peace and harmony In this crazy fucked up world What if? What if? I could publish with a click the way to dry the blood A bandage placed on freedom A shake to wake a nation A point on which we agree Seven billion happy humans What If? What if? It happened Unplanned. AGL

The smile evaporates As my eyes read the news I can simply close the page As the needles of despair pierce, The pain that I feel Injures my screaming soul Imagine if you will How it must have felt Abused until death Beaten broken bones Feel if you can What they feel in every minute Of every day Mummy doesn't love them Pain endless pain It's all he knows All he's ever known Starvation Seeps from the pores Of neglected Skinny children Who know nothing of warmth Excuses come a flooding From the gaping mouth of the accused ones It was an accident I cared for him My son My only one Take them outside Let them feel the wrath Of one hundred tortured infants Given space to play Nails that will tear Little teeth nipping sharply Skinned to the core While they are alive Lies unwritten Eternal vengeful torment Quickly forgotten. Feel for them Think of them As the cold winds blow Tying little

Streets washed by pouring rain Gutters try their best to accept the deluge Blockage upon torrent Sound, gurgles, lapping, dripping Feet sodden Canvas shoes on wrinkled feet Sock-less Penniless Starved and homeless A crust for a feast A coffee from a caring stranger Coinage  Thrown not placed Flippantly produced From well heeled pockets Doorways Unforgiving Hard-hard floors Aches and pains produce Voluble groans Tossing and turning Scared to sleep Forced insomnia Gaunt fragile face Chilled beyond the bone Cast out of comfort Into hell Death would be warmer A rotting empty shell No employment with no address Opportune less  Never will he redress A tipped balance Too far stretched He once had a job A second hand car A mother and a father A sister and a dog A roof and a bed Couches to defend A shower to cleanse A pillow on which to rest A sleeping sleepy head Illness took him Disguised 

The kid on the edge Watches while others frolic He stares blankly Envious of popularity Astounded by Cultural freedoms Ideologically apart Even from those who he would have as brother Saddened and lonely The speck among a world of frivolity Spitting the dummy He envy's them their toys Hostages taken Women, girls and boys Any excuse Murderous intentions I do this for my god Not because I have been soaked in falsehoods Born in another time Perhaps able, to make up his own sweet mind Circumstances impaled him To the banner of the chosen? ones. On the periphery Looking through ornate glass windows He cannot look too closely The curtains drawn The curtains drawn In my prophets name I sever your head Hate filled Now they are dead Now they are dead. FOR GLORY? The innocents bled Red in red AGL