Missing
A perfect day in all our homes
Children play and some times roam
With their mates, pals from school
As parents, how hard we rule?
Hours pass
As our brains vision
My child
Missing
Panic sets
Hope goes
It's only hours
Woe flows
Cops are called
Search is on
To determine where
This kid has gone
Tomorrows dawn
Parents drained
This day
Not the same
Files checked
Precinct ready
An officer has found a teddy
On broken ground
Not far from home
Where innocents are free to roam
Suspects checked
Known as they are
On this day
Have they gone too far
Officers view but cannot say
As all around we all but pray
Days pass
As parents dread
Their little child
May be found dead
The phone rings
Hope or Hell
Voice choked
Tears swell
In a wooded clearing
Run down shack
A child is found
Thank the lord for that
This families prayers
As tears stream
Can wake up from this dream
All their hopes
And all their wishing
She's not Missing
" i pray all missing children will be found "
At Eight Years Old
At eight years old
And fostered out
To be taken in
Is what care is all about
Friends of their family
Lodger he was
And what he did
His perverted flaws
Hey son
Do you fancy a spin
Lets go for a drive
As his thoughts begin
After a while
As he parks off-road
His intentions revealed
Now in perverted mode
At eight years old
Naive to the world
In a lorry cab
His disgust occurred
What drives these people
To behave like this
Perverted minds
Lifetime of twist
Some victims recover
As they sink or swim
But this boy still remembers
Those days with him
Tears
Tears they fall for many a reason
Whatever the cause, whatever the season
It's when they happen, its when their met
Ours ducts are oh so deeply set.
Trauma, laughter can make them show
Some rain down, some take time to flow
They all show feelings, whatever the case
But they flow for reasons, it's a tears place.
The ones that fall to the ground
Are they wasted we have no founds
I think the ones, that fall and part
Once they hit, they turn into Hearts
FII
Fabricated or
Induced illness, elicit
Attention seeker
Sympathy drawn by
Parent, guardian or spouse
Munchhausen Syndrome
Saved by Angels and Unicorns
The ghetto's, estates
Of this corporate world
The profits they make
Stomach's churl
Posh offices
Limousine rides
They take each day
In their strides
Weapons are sold
To kill our troops
Friendly fire
Technology scoop
Bankers bonus
Like third world debt
In boardroom discussions
All preset
Fuel prices
Electricity
Can be taken from nature
Greed's simplicity
Then there came a day
It was their fantasy no more
Countries in turmoil
Financial war
From out of this world
To save the new born
Our future
Saved by Angels and Unicorns
Two
Captured, in full moon spread
The she of two in wanting read
Caress of touch in window round
Feelings of both in loving found
Desire to want, wanting to desire
Their love of two in evening transpire
Live and let live, as in harm there is none
Their interactions are varied, for not there be as one
Let be, and be as let
For the guidelines of our lives, have never been set
The Streets
The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not the person you will come to adore
Gangs pimps in a darkened craze
Can't stand the light in a living way
They need the shadows to hide their souls
To capture the innocent in their putrid folds
Prostituted girls, our sisters and nieces
Become use-able pieces
Nephews and sons, given guns
Do a deed and become one
The slime that rule, cowards are they
Hire big boys to do their say
Taken in, by dollars and booze
Where once they were someone
What respect they lose
Why should the neighbourhood
Not be able to roam
In daylight or night
After all it's their home
The scum all around
Should disperse and flee
Out of The Streets
Of our towns and cities
If it's ever a road you have to go down
We should have the right to clear our town
Vigilante or law, what ever to be
It's our right
For The Streets to be free
Knives
Obsidian and flint is what started it all
Before them life was a ball
Boys grew up, and turned into men
Until metals came, life would not be the same
Primarily a utensil, to be used to cut meat
Now a weapon to cut meat on the street
Many a person cut down in their prime
To this modern cowardice, I call knife crime
To stand tall, and fight with your fist
Nowadays, they stick it in and they twist
They have the gall, to laugh as they flee
These cowardly scum, never men will they see
No age is protected, if it's where your to be
In the right city, or any country
A knife is a knife, where ever you are
If you live or die, it will always scar
This darned weapon can be used for the right
Protecting yourself in an unwanted fight
But to pick it up, you become one of them
No longer a boy, that will turn into men
To all out there who have suffered this way
I pray the killers will have their day
Not to rejoice, but to repent
If it was not for those knives, no lives would be spent
This communication marvel
Loved
Let Down Again
She sits and ponders
In the summer shade
Wondering on
Decisions she's made
To turn away
Her man, her life
No longer her wish
To be his wife
Under the greened leafed tree
In her silky dress
Thinking back on her past
Her life a mess
Let down so much
By the man she loved
No longer the couple
Like a hand in a glove
Decision made
She's on her way
This girl stays single
No marriage today
