Memories of Blue

When the lights are low, dark and blue
they flow into view, reflecting the mood
filling the room - a sullen sunken gloom
with memories; Shadows born to moonlight's anguished cries
glances at yesterdays weary goodbyes

Memories painted blue, no longer feel true
just a black hole piercing through
to where once there sat a star burning bright
now just another lonely night

Memories of blue - I cry
faded scars on skin - a patchwork quilt of the stories within
memories of you and I
yesterdays dreams - today's tears wearing thin

Memories of blue quickly fade to grey
when the downpour drains the colour away
memories of you take longer to fade
those moments I wish we could have saved

Memories in blue, like seeing underwater
where the whirlpools swirl in spiral dances, I get pulled under
to where the chances at hope helped us breathe
to those memories, when you said you'd never leave

When the colour fades the stains don't wash away - they set
like indelible ink on bare flesh, a tattoo of pain and regret
just memories in blue, a painted picture view
of those days that I trusted in a future for me and you 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

War Child

Born unto dying screams
under bomb blast explosions as gunfire streams
made an acquaintance with death
before his very first breath
an orphan entering the world of fire and fury, hate and rage
the world his private prison, his own little cage

First cry drowned out by shellfire as the skies spoke
gunpowder the first taste that hit his throat
charcoal and sulphur, his first taste of this hateful power
his first sight a vision of hellfire, as blood ran sour
 

In the war torn night, he takes his first strides
guided by hands, filled with hate he thinks is love, given a sense of pride
the scar on his heart a constant reminder - a lone survivor
as he takes his role as a fighter

Doesn't know what the fight is for, just that this is a world at war
born into the fire downpour, enemies could be behind any door
he takes his arms, and sets the sights on anyone that causes him alarm
still too young to understand the harm
but almost a man in a child's form, had to grow up so fast
because here in the constant missile rain, the enemy has amassed

War Child - Is there any wonder that you aim your sights at any perceived enemy
when it is all you've known
when your childhood is a war zone
Do you think of this as a wonderland, a dreamworld filled with hope
a playground in which to learn. How do you cope?
in the killing fields where dreams are not real
where imaginations and fantasy are left at the roadside, hidden and concealed

War Child I wish I could show you that the world doesn't have to be like this
that there is so much beauty and wonder that you have sadly missed
we can all co-exist
we can thrive, hate and hurt doesn't have to survive
if we put down our arms and look deep inside

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Memories Of Green

Memories of green fields once seen, with childish glee

played with such joy and wonder - oh so carefree

before the storm of adulthood took hold

where the winds of doubt would leave me cold

the lightning blasts of anxiety

the rumble of depression, that these adult eyes gave into silently

the rains of self hate that poured out of me

Memories of green leaves high in the trees

playing joyously - we climbed for hours no sense of unease

no fear - we could touch the sky from up here

we could see places to explore, we were sightseers

adventurers in a world of wonder, so much to uncover

we thought those days would live forever like stories in a hardcover

before the anguish of age took the joy and turned it to rage

when it tore through the unwritten pages

Memories of green - a world of so much mystery - so many questions

and it felt like we had forever, to join the dots; make the connections

in those fields we spoke of all that we could be, all the things that made us feel

all the dreams and hopes - we could touch them, they were real

before the world flipped and time started to slip

like a video tape played on fast forward, and we were adults before we knew it

with all new fears, not monsters lurking under beds or creatures undead

we had bills to pay, mouths to feed, all new monsters to dread 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Ruins of Love

Walk the ruins, memories of kisses under moonlit sky
a flattened wasteland of love sent to die
the city of roses and hearts; collapses around
and tonight we cry one last time, as we go underground

Surrounded by the ashes, the dust covered remains of love once sworn
we walk the asphalt fields, where hearts were worn
letting the aftershock crash the remaining walls
as around us the city of hope and trust falls

Even in the coldest moments - when darkness looms
walk along the path, lined with signs marked gloom
seeing the wreckage of years gone by
the graveyard where love goes to die

As blood soaks the fallen bricks and debris
I have one final dream of you and me
we take a last gasp of the dusty air
tasting of metal, rust and fear
we take the crooked paths, where golden towers once stood
shrouded by the city where love and hope lived, before the flood

We see angels fall, torn wings cease their flight
no longer a city of light, now a dead end walk - no return in sight
where once love spent its time awake
now sleepwalks in the wastes, after the quake
in the distance the wolf howls - a mournful cry
for lost hearts and loves split apart; he sings to the sky

Thanks For Reading.

Peace and Love

Kyle.

100 Seconds until midnight (with Video)

We interrupt your normal viewing for some breaking news,

scientists announce today that the world is screwed

100 seconds to midnight

the clock threatens to strike

will our destiny be settled by asteroid blast

or a disease like plagues of years gone past

will it be a nuclear attack that triggers the bells to chime

will we have time to hear them ring before we reach the end of the line

will our desire for more, fuel our fall - a descent into war

a call of arms against all - even as our planet is decaying to its core

in one final battle against the backdrop of a sun going supernova

will we try to dive for cover? will we know that its almost over?

As the second hand flickers closer to the end

on a planetary time bomb placed in a world marked as condemned

the end is nigh some people will cry

placards worn as they stare out at a blood red sky

but the masses, will they perceive the threat laying at their feet

will they be deceived by the bright lights, as the comet flies - crashing into the seas

will we walk; zombie like into the great unknown -
led by the light of a mobile phone
pacified by the intense glare 

as we are annihilated by the fire of a million solar flares

Where will we be in those final seconds

hunkered down in a fallout shelter, or living life as if death isn't standing present

will we ignore the threat until time is over

will we just carry on as before, as midnight ticks ever closer

putting off today what tomorrow can hide away, right up until our last breath
 we face this slow global death

as we witness the end in a single gasp

will we realise that change was once in our grasp

when the clock sat at 100 seconds to midnight

that was our final chance to stand and fight

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Why does this song have to play?

 Why does this song have to play?
the radio DJ must have had it in for me today
picking the one song in the world, from every possible choice
he plays the one, that makes me hear your voice
I feel the lump in my throat grow, starts the size of a pea
but builds as the seconds flow, as the first chords ring out tauntingly
it grows to an apple, a pear, a watermelon sat there
in my throat a veritable banquet choking the air

And as the chorus shouts, I feel those old memories living out
like I'm there - back in time, in a sentimental moment of doubt

I wonder, was there ever any love at all
and as the cymbals crash I feel a tear fall

Why does this song have to play?
in a supermarket of all places, reminds of walking around aisles some lost day
pacing, as I float in and out of my mind, the music a vortex to a long forgotten time
when we used to walk these consumer corridors, of produce and plastic wrapped dreams
all of the things we aspired to be, all of our hopes in between
and I feel pain in my chest, the feeling of an old broken heart put to test
as the drum beat thuds - my heart starts to revive, reverberating echoes inside
but as of yet I'm still blinded by all the tears cried

Why does this song have to play?
in my mind most of the day, an ear worm buried deep, using my head as a hideaway
the words keep on repeating, giving me fleeting visions of a time when my love was true
before the pain and misery flowed through, when it was all still new
and I feel my eyes fill, years of hurt distilled into tears to wash away the grime that blinds
and as the singer belts out her final lines, I feel freed from those shackles and ties that bind

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Living in Luxury (with video)

Tell me again how we live in luxury

this modern day life of throwaway absurdity

where its a privilege to queue for food

whilst getting knowing glances judging you

when we can't face our neighbours, as they know..

they have seen your recycle bag and the contents it shows

the tins of food bank sustenance that we can't live without

the cheap cans of poison we use to wash it down, to blot it out

Treat us like we live the high life, in our palaces in the sky

the high rise lives, lived in towers that are despised,

a blot on the landscape the rich man sighs, as he pulls up to his gated mansion of lies

and as the flames rise, the crocodile tears fall from those same eyes

the combustible walls fall, the lives inside lost to all

cost cutting measures to save a few pounds, to pile on the mountains - already too tall

poor lives matter less than the upper classes

this the lesson that the newspapers provide to the masses

We live in luxurious times, when we can't get by without a personal loan shark

a man that wont think twice about kneecapping you in an alley after dark

minimum wage welfare state, feels unfair that our lives are lived as wage slaves

no set retirement date, cant stop must keep going, work till you drop, dig your own graves

cash flow slows - it circles the plughole then down it goes

and if you want help from the bank, they like to say no

but will bill you for the time it took to tell you so

lining the pockets of stockholders and corporate suits

whilst they treat us like dirt on their polished shiny boots

Live in luxury, so why must I ask, do we need to find escape at every path we take

why do we fall into the lake of tears that addictions create

drink, drugs, sex, any way to escape from the void that surrounds

to dull down the screaming sounds, or the thudding noise that pounds

we watch television shows to see how the other half live their lives

but its less the other half - than the small percentage that hold us at the point of their knives

thieves and vampires sucking us dry, bleeding us of our rights

and we just sit back and take it because they call themselves knights

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love. 

Kyle.

Loves Apocalypse

When the sea sets her armies against me
and the land devours me in her belly
when the air takes the breath that I breathe
plants wont allow me to leave, the vines wont give reprieve
when animals surround and taunt
humanity laughs and points
will you be standing with them, joining in their ridicule
or will you hold my hand as I let my heart spill forth so lyrical
 

When rivers flood my heart
and mountains collapse
cascading earthquakes cause me to gasp
when volcanic eruptions clog up the lungs
and snow storms block out the sun
will you dig in the grime with me, to make our way through
or are you primed to just leave, a dream I once knew
 

When days become night
and the lights have blown out
will you look to your right
see me standing proud, will your love shout
or will your heart be running away
to find a new world in which to stay
 

Whatever the choice I'll hold the memories with me
keep the moments in my grasp, a shelter from the fallout debris

I'll hold your words deep inside, like a comfort blanket for the heart
let them hold me when the long cold nights start
your voice in my ears, cuts through the enveloping fear

I'll let it tell me sweet stories, of yesterdays cheers
a tear in my eye but a smile on the lips
for all of the magical journeys on the road to this apocalypse

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Snap - With Video!

I felt it snap - mind cracked like an elastic band
pulled back and slapped.
I fell flat, the room spun and I slammed the deck
arms and legs ache, I was a wreck
a ship that hit an iceberg - a titanic waste of space
but I hadn't yet hit my coup de grace
my mind sifting through its final traces
as I remember past disgraces

I felt it snap - like a feedback loop on a guitar amp tuned
to a frequency that only reaches my ears - I felt doomed
this was all too soon. thirty three and my life was at sea
a frantic swim against tidal waves, the seagulls laughed with glee
the sharks circled me, I was thirsty,
surrounded by an ocean of water yet all I wanted was poison to me
a quick release, some whiskey and beer to take the memories and set them free
And I'm face down on the sandy dirt, I flounder
like an upside down fish out of water, I flap and slap the ground

I felt it snap - like a slow motion car crash
that you can see coming, but cant avoid the moment that your head hits the dash
like running in a nightmare world, where the ground is clingy
or sitting on a river flowing towards a waterfall in just a rubber dinghy
my mind was a mess, an overflowing table of distress and regrets
stained with the stale smell of month old liquor and cigarettes
I ignored the threats
and I felt it snap, my mind, my body, my soul fell flat
on the ground scrambling to find the pieces that scattered
the parts of my mind that mattered,
the remnants of that old life - like a glass forever shattered

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Who Is The Beast?

They walk the wild lands, the tough terrain
on the prowl, searching once again
for someone to devour, to cut down in their prime
to encircle and ensnare - they crawl through the dirt and grime

The wild one catches a scent, an enemy combatant
a predator making a challenge, calling for battle
or just an innocent who strolled into their domain
the taste of blood is on their lips again

Wild eyed beasts howl in a united cry
a sound that terrifies
they taste the air - fear, hate and despair
a scream as the blood is shed and angers flair

The watcher walks on wondering long, why do they hate so much
what do these beasts fear in the world that causes them to rush
into a frenzy so deadly 
fire sticks explode with thunderous smoke; the sounds ring around so heavy
and from above the shiny winged birds let loose, a deadly barrage across the land
turning the ground into glass shards and hot blood soaked sands

Walking away, the lone wolf sticks to the shadows
avoids the brilliant bright rays of the full moon, doesn't want to be exposed
just another vicious pack, a sinister human attack
sent to carve apart the dark night - fire light pierces the sky of black
and yet they call me a wild animal
but who is really the beast?  the hyenas would say its laughable
and I would have to agree

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Scramble In The Ashes

Scramble through the ashes, fighting for a chance
searching for love in the ruins of a bomb blast romance
looking for a silver lining in the clouds of dust
reaching out a hand, in a sea of distrust

Looking for love in all the wrong places
in the wreckage of a car crash slow dance - so many unfulfilled races
I see so many faces, none that sets my heart pacing
one that makes me smile and leaves my voice shaking

Digging through wasteland sands, trying to find the way to hopes door
but all I can feel is the heat of the earths core,
a taste in my throat I cant ignore
a rotten rancid meal - a heart left to congeal
under the rays of a blood red sun - a soul still to heal

I crawl through the wreckage of a broken heart
torn down like a demolition site, a building ripped apart
the bulldozers have crashed the walls, the barriers smashed
I stand defenceless, ready to have my hopes dashed

I walk the cemetery of dead end love - still hear the corpses talking
whispering their messages of hate, I don't succumb to the sounds I just keep on walking
it just becomes one with the sounds of hope that float in the air
like petals blowing in the storm of a solar flare

Love is somewhere digging, searching, scrambling for me
maybe one day we will meet, until then ill just keep a seat free
one where we can share our wishes, our dreams - a future to celebrate
fate makes a strange playmate, so I keep the seat free for my soul mate 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

What Keeps Demons Awake?

What makes my demons lay awake at night
thoughts like a speeding train
causes them such fright
is it that their work may be in vain
that the path I'm taking is right

What gives the voices sleepless hours
makes their bones shiver in terror
is it that their magic is soured and they lack the powers
to force me to surrender to stormy weather

What set my enemies teeth to grind
cause them to doubt their calling
is it that I wont allow them to ruin my mind
or stop these wings from soaring

What causes my ghosts to cower in fear
only appear in corners - never standing clear
is it that they realise their sneers wont make me disappear
or force me to flee in a sea of tears

In the hell that they walk in, is my name spoke of in caution
is it used as a warning, to put fear amongst those watching
the rotten, toxic and distorted - that failure is an option
that not every mind falls, to their power so obnoxious

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Earth Mark Two (with Video)

Takes off with a whoosh, as the engines combust
we hit full thrust
our rockets boost us towards the stars, farewell to this earth shaped hell
cracking through the outer stew of our atmospheric shell

And we are in space, viewed through a tiny window its so difficult to perceive
it seems to be so much more colourful than I was led to believe
not just a blank black state, its a clean slate, with magic between the stars to fascinate
a universe ahead, just a dead planet in our stead, we take our time to contemplate

I see the world waving so long, the dusty smoke clouds visible to all
a sad goodbye to our last known ally, our home for so long - now just a place to recall
we fly, through the stardust nebula, passed meteors and comets
like floating dreams where we take to the air, we soar up there with so much promise

We sail past planets with oceans of rainbow water, vast depths to discover
where diamond rains fall, reflecting prisms of light into kaleidoscopic colours
and yet I still miss home, its greens and blues, the trees we knew
all of the wonders that we neglected before the last days were due

So far away, in some distant galaxy, passed alien wonders
monolithic structures, strange fauna, storms of unearthly thunder
all so beautiful, yet it feels so lonely
if only we could share this with home, if only

Supernova star burst blinds the sky, in our new home
two moons and rolling sand dunes, an atmospheric dome
the fuel was running low, so this will have to do
we rebuild in this place - now renamed Earth mark two

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Alone, in the unknown

Alone, in the unknown

a stones throw from home

but a million miles from happiness

I brave the cold, as I stare into the dark abyss

dreaming of the love I miss, whilst I walk in this wilderness

The long dead hours between sunset and sunrise

when the hands of the clock tick past in slow demise

darkness surrounds like a bottomless pit,

a hole ripped in the universe into which I'm falling

somewhere in the distance I hear my love calling

I close my eyes

At home in the far away, the land that wakes when this one sleeps

its heard my laughs and comforted me when I weep

the place where in distant dreams I've seen peace and harmony

love and honesty

hope and truth dancing merrily

This place surrounds you in warmth and colour

joy, like a red hot summer

it gives you a place to simmer and let thoughts shimmer

growing in the mind like flowers near a river

Where happiness lives in a beachside house

and frozen cold thoughts are not allowed

and in the distance I hear my love call

never far away, I walk to her, and deeper in love I fall

she wont be there when I wake, she lives here by the lake

here in this dreamscape, a place to escape

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

WW3 with video

Starts as a slow thud, like a heartbeat
can you hear it, insidiously it creeps
through the night sky, washes the morning sun in a blood red tone
 the sounds get louder, a marching chanting chorus of anger shown
weve heard it before, the ever growing drum of war
I hear them starting to roar

A drone strike at night
to the delight of the far right

the flash, is it a spark, to light

the tinderbox of war, to ignite the world on a path

to drive us down a road to which there is only one aftermath

I hear the drums start to pound

Murmurs in the media circus

in the right circuits, the serpents are lurking - ready to strike
not like clowns with custard pies, this time we will lose innocent lives

warmongers, walk among us, but they don't preside over the other side

they walk with our flags painted in pride - because so many sheep will just abide

The drums are getting louder

When the innocent start to die, when hospitals are torn down with missile fire

when the world is caught in the crossfire, I have to enquire

where will our anger flow?
Towards the ones that just want to profit from war

or to some country that we are told to abhor, by the news media corps

The drums are blaring out

Let the words sink in, we are sinking

the world is on the brink and the lights are all blinking
on a collision course with no way to avoid the oncoming wall
 our engines at full pelt we are gonna crash and fall

to put it another way, we are fucked, the glue has become unstuck

so without change the world is gonna suck, I can only wish us good luck

the drums are drowning our shouts

War always gets the media applause, it always arouses those in power

but its not them that will be facing their final hours

its you and me, friends and family, normal people going about their daily chores

unless we stand, united as one, 7 billion strong against an enemy of suited elite bores

stop the drums from sounding

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Paranoid

Paranoid thoughts creep over the mind as it tries to sleep at night
but sometimes the paranoia is right, there are monsters just out of sight
Ive met a few, they dig into your soul until they get a piece that they can unravel
they touch your heart with a sliver of ice, that at first feels nice then soon all becomes fragile
sometimes they are out to cause hurt, with games played to break you
make you doubt your brain, make you mistrust the truth

They set traps to ensnare you, then they push you down
as they laugh through upside down painted frowns
crooked smiles they crack, to make you trust
they crack your iron like shell as if its made of rust
Ive met a few, they sliver, into your life with a promise
then let it disintegrate like dust, feeding you with lies so dishonest

They eat at your pain, before piling it all back
so that it builds up again, the cycle continues always along the same track
they make you doubt your mind, the things you did, the things you said
none of it feels real, they take your thoughts and twist them till they are no better than dead
Ive met a few, been caught in their stagnant air
whilst they prowl around their lair, treating you with disdain until you do despair

The paranoia builds it makes it so hard to trust, but some are good
they don't aim to draw blood, they offer hope in the darkest scariest floods
they give light in the moments when blackness is all you see
when inky waters are consuming you and its a struggle to breath
Ive met a few, some of the best people I could hope to know
they give you life when death is all you feel
and to them I offer love and care for it is all that I can show

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Lonely Ghost

Frequents the same dives
seeing the same undead zombie masses living brain-dead lives
night after night
like rabbits lost in headlights

Same old haunts as before
was here yesterday, just like everyday
my history no mystery, was here in this purgatory
never seems to change, the tone lies in drunken ears
time flows past, vast masses of years

This sticky dance floor, the sickly crowd, dancing not quite as slickly as before
a few stolen kisses, as the contents of spilled glasses swill on the dancefloor
nothing ever happens, the same sad advances
just trying to get laid to add to their tally
fumbled in back alleys
this is no life, not one to praise or shout about at rallies

Never changes, the lust, the lost trust, but turn up we must
for music and rhythm live inside, without dance its like our muscles would rust
without songs to sing along, our nights would be lost in a world of our own
but I don't like the tone, bad vibes are closing in, the place no longer a home from home

Need to change the record, the same spinning vinyl
twenty years ago, this life seemed so final
but then things DO change, the stains of time can be washed clean
the memories of time spent in pain, can be given a new sheen

I was never for that life, didn't need drugs to enhance my mind
nor did I strive to get one over on my fellow kind
I wasn't interested in getting notches on my bedpost
that life is not one of which id boast
my only hope back then was to feel I fit in, to feel I wasn't a lost lonely ghost

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Beauty

Beauty; so much more than looks
deep inside it resides like words, hidden between covers of books
internal galaxies with so much to see
that mere words cannot bring justice to or set free

Beauty is kindness, a heartbeat of generosity
a friendly smile, a hand held out to comfort those in need
beauty doesn't live on the surface, it isn't like waves on a sea
it is the currents pulling deep inside, all that we can be

Beauty is fragile, a delicate glass vessel that can be damaged easily
one that can be shattered if people abuse its sincerity
it often hides, shy and afraid but beauty is our soul given a chance to breathe
it isn't like a neon sign pointing to itself in the dim streets of life we lead

Beauty is more than a pretty face or a nice body, its deeper than that
it can be the smallest act, the way that you make someone feel when they are feeling flat
it is honesty and truth, like a river washing through the lies and misuse
beauty isn't the outside view, it lives deep inside you

Beauty lives in the nervous tics, the little stuttered words that fall from your lips
the ones that show that you care for peoples welfare, the hand you hold out when people slip
its in the mind, that the true beauty is found
the powerful place where love and hope abound    

I often look in the mirror, as so many of us do
wondering what I have to offer, why would anyone take a second view
I used to fear the reflection staring back at me, now I look inside to see
the person that someday will be set free

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Swept By on the crest of a wave
an emotional tidal cascade
a fresh hello, and a stuttered goodbye
saw the day in with a smile, a sigh and a lone tear sat in the corner of my eye
for those we lost I let out a silent cry
wept a thousand waterfalls inside and looked to the sky

Swept by, on the tides of this ocean wide
an emotional high and a low that grinds
Wanted to both punch the sky
and at the same time curl up and die
strange potions flow, glasses of every shape and colour on show
held the heartbeat of the night, felt my own walking in the shadow

Swept up in the moment, the current flowing wild and free
a day to say goodbye to those demons that haunted my dreams
visions in the past that still taunted me, I let them be
no longer confronted by the thoughts of pain, I let comfort lead
as she danced merrily, I smiled at those distant rains
and swore to make this year better for all, the resolution that flows in my veins

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.