Alleyway of your heart
Stars only open up at night
Love chases its tail, the night
wakes up the sound of a heartbeat.
A dead face with alive tears
the rain beating
its wet heart against the city’s hard walls
I wandered lonely
back against the wall
crying in the alleyway of your heart
Feeling the damp release
as Passion is pounded down lyrics throbbing
love and blood onto the page with flames from my rage
Never, never be filled with self hate
as that is the suicide of dreams
Never be empty as a page with no words
as that is a white flag to your oppressor
The narrow alleyway breathes release, I’m feeling the rain beat,
And guess what
It’s the only thing I can feel.
There is a still puddle of pain
in each of us
waiting to be splashed with the bright wellies of laughter.
And so, water is thirsty
in third world countries
People escaping reality in fag smoke
That only dies in a pounding sunrise, and
Gives you a moment’s breath
To take the world in. Tune your own heartstrings.
The sky is painted in fairytales
that never come true
A human movement moving like music
Humanity is a slow tear on the cheek of the system
Suffering, corruption spread faster than fire
burning through a forest of trees
I'm coming from the roaring sirens like lions racing down Brixton Street
from the eyes of pain and poverty
I’m resting my head on a vibrating bus window
waiting to be free
Inhaling eyes meditate on a vision of dreams
As a global headache surges in a sick system of slavery.
Conformity Contorting the Crowds
Broken homes distilled in eyes
As they pass
Conformity contorting crowds
Their pulse has lost its purpose
So it beats like the lost rhythm of their favourite song
The Truth’s eyes are Bloodshot and wet, tired of society hurting
Their loved ones, But how can we expect to exhale freedom
If we inhale all these divisions they’ve given us.
I see the bin man sweeping the floor, no one in the crowd hears his
Body screaming with sore eyes in the sunrise,
Nobody speaks; they have full stops for eyes.
I’m talking about dullness
That churns your brain, engulfs your dream,
Because a smile with closed lips conceals a scream
We’re breathing in the scent
Of the sweat from the struggle streaming rivers into cascades of hope
Even the working class are divided,
Don’t let this revolution lay homeless, lifeless, and hopeless, subsided
On the side, of the weak beaten streets of London town
With wet eyes reflecting the sun.