I Feel So Awful,- Ode To April It was always about me, Never about your cavalry. I jeered and jibed Turned my back when you cried Your call was distant and far, I killed it with a speeding car; Smashed through you Without even a clue About what I was doing to you. The womb from which you were given #life, Lost its struggle and I made you pay the price. You lost your mother, And I could think of no-one other Than me, stupid me, Selfish me, ALWAYS me. I want you to be free, To succeed be happy and find love, as her kindly eye looks over from above. Because I know she's watching you. She'd be so proud of you. I hope you never return, I hope I am long since adjourned. I want you to shake me from your soul, cast my demon away So that you may fill your days in endless play. The talent you have in just one hand is sure to give you success in a band. Its no longer about me, I wish you the best, I hope you'll be the greatest Person, because you are far better, stronger than I will ever be. (Copyright L
Consumerism That magic feeling when a plastic card is swiped, and approved - those shoes are now yours; Inhale the smell, marvel at the soft suede and the perfectly toned colours. For you know own the same pair of shoes as thousands of others across the globe. You may be an individual but you have been swallowed by the masses into the depths that are consumerism. You stand in front of family and friends exclaiming "I condemn the exploitation of those working in China, India - they have human rights too!!" But look at yourself in your trendy tracksuit bottoms, branded with a tick or three stripes, your feet comfortably in trainers with a similar brand also- and what are you? A joke. A mere blink in existence, a star that fades. Unnoticed. It is those who go against all those who walk talk and act the same. Think different. Be different and show the world that you are the magnificent skyline, the blue#moonor that one star that shines eternally.