But the change is here
New laws and boundaries
The change is near
Riots and destruction
Unfolding everywhere
Pickets and signs
Long unbrushed hair
Don’t look them in the eye
Please don’t you dare
They’ll hurt you command you
Kill you if you care
Nothing’s achieved by paying those men
To destroy others property
What now what then
I’m here to tell you
You’ll be found out I’m sure
The anger the hatred
The violence you lured
You cannot break LOVE
In love and war casualties a must
But who or what can we trust
Witches and warlocks elves and pigmies
Are some of the few circling thee
You lust for the new to fuel your breath
Heart is a pumping within your breast
The silver key of darkness and triangular top
Eye within eye all sight was lost
Hear them all crying moaning and hurt
The soldier of height has fallen from his hearth
A long haired white witch has joined her crew
You were her gremlin her soldier of blue
Never was a white witch for the story is written
Of black she was always but now you are bitten
Do not listen the fruits of loin has a plan
To rock you of your pedestal and drop you where you stand
The demons and warlocks of black magic dance around
The contract was written hear them scream blood is found
Instincts are powerful so listen to them
Not the voice of the loins but a friend of a friend.
You’ve Recently closed
Unplugged just gone
Lost connection
No light shone
Out of reach
Out of sight
Into the darkness
Out of the light
Did you wish to end it
With all your might
We’ve been tricked
By the oceans bight
A spark to ignite
The fury caused
Create divisions
Between the groups
Just an incision
That won’t be stitched
And can’t be fixed
Not who you are
So near yet far
I’ve tried for you
Oh hero of blue
To create peace
And hatred release
No light ahead
I fear and dread
My physical pain
Return twin flame
‘Twas not to be
Not meant to leave
Return back home
Not the unknown
Just like a primrose
You all sit in a clump
Old English roses
For fear I may like
A pale yellow you suggest
Happy and glee
The true colour of yellow
Flowers suggest jealousy
There are pink ones so rare
Found in untouched woods
Protected by warriors
In dark cloaks of hoods
The pink ones he seeks
Look for those you should
For those are the ones
To make his head turn they would
I know of his kind
Always searching a muse
Ignites them with words
Like a spark from a fuse
But a spark is no match
To one whom is fire
A constant source of fuel
It is I he wished to desire
I will feed him the words
Needed for his ideas
Like a blood thirsty leech
Until full He doth feels
I am but a ground cover
Dotted with colours of abstract
To play the game
So do not feel the wrath
Burning in you for searching
You look in wrong places
His plaything is lurking
Beneath your very noses
She is right there you see
Always has been you fools
Like Camilla to Charles
Deceit woefully ruled
So he’ll water his flowers
To keep you all wanting
And withering and drooping
Be careful
The pruning …
Ghost words of the imaginings 