for love that can never be

 

She makes me see stars

whilst I walk around

with my head in the clouds.

She makes me feel so alive,

so high, like I’m bubbling inside,

she makes me smile so wide.

For I found the girl

that sings the stars

to sleep at night.

 

And when

she opens my eyes

with a softly spoken word,

when she cuddles the night,

the world turns

so much faster.

A superstar of hearts

I’m drawn to her like the

tides to the moon,

and I’m tied to the thought

that nothing this good

could be true,

but then she speaks

and I know that love lives

in her lips.

I could close my eyes

and see her face painted 

in the colours that

dance behind my eyelids,

those blue eyes, that smile,

every perfect inch of her.

 

And I sigh.

Knowing that

I will always

walk right on by,

because love can never fly

as its wings are tied

like the tongue in my mouth.

So, I let my thoughts fly south,

away from this room

where love won’t ever bloom

because the flowers are watered

under the watchful eye

of a saddened full moon.

 

And I wish for that girl

to find happiness and warmth,

love that overcomes all.

I wish for her

to see how wonderful

and magical she makes the world feel,

for she deserves the stars,

the moon, the earth and the sea.

And I wish silently

that she would one day see

some hope in me.

Love in the stars

 

See those shooting stars

playing for us.

See them dancing

in their star dust.

See the comets

gracing the sky for us.

See the moon

as she glances down in love.

See the trees that grow so tall.

See the hills that roll,

the canyons that fall.

See the leaves blowing across

the landscape painted in chalk dust lights

and rejoice at the wonder of the sights.

 

See those nights,

how they remind me of you.

The enticing way

they hold me close enough

to feel the heartbeat of the stars.

The way they

make my spine shiver in delight.

The way I'm all a quiver

at the thoughts

of what this night will deliver.

See the truth

spelled out in stars,

like glittering love hearts

painted over this canvas of sky.

See the questions written up there.

Could you love me

until time leaves

and eternity enters?

 

See those nights.

They remind me of you,

because when I see you,

I see stardust in your eyes,

I see the magic that lives inside.

I see futures and possibility,

and I never want to hide.

I just want to dance

and have everyone looking our way.

I won’t flinch away

I'll hold out my heart and say

I don’t care

what any of the people see,

or what they may think of me.

As when I see you

I see the stars out to play,

and that makes me happier

than I have any right to be.

Justice

 

Is it justice

to have a list of victims,

where all the perpetrators

are kept hidden?

Is it justice

if those who have money and fame

get their names redacted?

Leaving the victims

with their names

shown as if in blame.

This male led world

where blame lays

at the victims doors,

she was begging for it,

did you see what she was wearing?

She brought it on herself, I’m sure,

just after attention, money and wealth.

Suck it up.

It’s not like anyone ate any kids. (Ohh wait)

 

The grass-fed herd chow it all down

without realising they are just eating

their own shit smeared ground.

This problem goes much deeper

than a former prince

and a few rich people.

There is no party divide,

it isn’t one side or another.

It’s on our doorsteps.

It’s in the men who act like

the world was made for them.

It’s in the people who vote them in.

It’s in each of us for turning a blind eye

when we all knew that they were not right.

 

Page after page,

degradation and depravity,

moral compasses all at sea,

when they keep their names

hidden from us to see.

Where is the rage?

These people need to be shamed,

locked in a cage

and the keys

melted into symbols of hope.

So, pick up a pen. Share your anger

again, and again until they listen.

 

Let us fight for justice,

but be under no illusion,

this needs change at the deepest level.

We need to be on an even playing field

to even start to unravel this mess.

Men, that means looking deep inside,

changing our outlook.

accepting our parts in all of this.

And look, it’s really quite simple.

Treat everyone as equals.

Turn off the hate for just a moment.

Stop thinking the world is against you.

It is not.

The world doesn’t give a shit.

She just spins on through the cycles,

wishing we would treat her better.

The rich on the other hand

want us to start digging

our own graves into the land.

So, aim your anger at them

and let us all do better, we owe this to the world.