MORE TEA VICAR

Plunging,gasping,gripping,imminent,pulse slow’s.Driven in made not of a material more used to the touch of Wedgwood.

Blue’s, pink’s, yellow’s brandished. Mixed together give’s way to bright red spurt’s,flying everywhere, spreading like the devil’s pallet.Mind numbed thought’s squeezed into a view as narrow and as thin as rice paper.Justification not martyrdom just ignorance placed by coward’s who coerce young once innocent boy’s to do their vile duty

Their is a table somewhere where seat’s around lay empty.We must fill them with hope,ear’s compromise,heart’s and mind’s , and most of all clarity.And begin again .Minus the .Until we can comb through the knot’s of religious disharmony leaving blood blood drenched hair on a canvas instead of the lens of a camera…….

EMPTY CHAIR'S 

A table inside a room inside a building and ten empty chair’s .The vacuum is piercing ,so much so that dog’s howl outside.Making the name card’s of each country stare across the table giving human importance .Glasses of water lay untouched then all of a sudden the door open’s  and in walk’s a human being with the hope’s of our species and future “human condition on his shoulder’s Far heavier than any cross ,far beyond the oncoming genocide.He look’s and avoid’s the chair at the head of the table.It is 2019 and disparate faction’s have joined to own the heart’s and mind’s of the continent of Africa,vast middle eastern plain’s .And hundred’s of no go area’s exist in the U.K run by over 2 million “Jihadi’s”I the man who has this recurring nightmare am laughed at .I am non violent have no allegiance to any country just a pit sickening distaste of what has become a world with no quality of life and no understanding of the human condition which has to be both remembered and remodelled.