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 individual...

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 Greas...