There’s a war coming; It will start with words Twisted and maligned; Robbed of meaning twisted into weapons of war. The sycophantic media Will be an echo chamber Of the lies. Despise All who are different; Build barriers around your house. What you don’t know, you don’t know; Fear that! Ask for explanations? They will tell you lies; Tune in to us for the truth! WE care for you. Remember that!! WE care for your wellbeing.

I am neither “normal” nor “ordinary”; you are not either. These words do not, cannot apply to either you or me. We are special; extraordinary. A combination of genetics, experience and perception; we become our own galaxy (in a social universe). Obey rules? Why not? Lubricates social intercourse. As for…

I hear your voice; it sounds like a tinkle of silver bells; echo, seductively in my head, and more: a steady pervasive beat; percussive, persistent, hints of darkness, blinding light; building, building: don’t let it stop. You have my attention, my interest. Don’t let it stop; it’s my heartbeat; it…

Where you wanted me to be Where you advised me to be Where you thought I should be How do you feel? Hip hop happy? This is the place I’m supposed to learn Learn by doing; make rules as I go How does it feel, did I detect your interest …

Wars are outmoded, outdated, and stupid An opportunity for those inclined to play with Their toys. Guy Fawkes any time of the year Get their bangs. The damage? Collateral To be expected. It’s not a simple exercise There’s work to be done. Line up allies Define battle objectives, serious stuff …

Je ne comprends pas Monsieur, I don’t understand. You have explained well I need the neurons to link So, I can form images in my brain And to retrain my mind To act differently to stimuli To re-structure my understanding No entiendo [Spanish for don’t understand] How little do I…

There’s nothing special about the paper It’s the back of some kind of receipt It’s the signature that’s of value A sad memory of a sad death It’s John Lennon’s signature Captured in the webs of time It’s going up for auction today The sellers await being paid Let’s check…

The title is isolated, alone; seeking a poem, story, or song. Doesn’t have to be grandiose, verbose, or long. Words that speak of dilapidation and decay still manage to say Don’t forget me. Here I am, I remain unworthy of your disdain. Assemble the images, the thoughts, I awaken in…

It could be argued, “Humanity, human beings Are the apex of civilisation, and evolution.”. Yes? It could. I would be in the opposition team My opinion is a measure of a value judgement If the question to be debated, were to be re-phrased “Human beings have evolved to be adaptive…