Even the skinny feel fat.
Even the pretty feel ugly.
Even the smart feel stupid.
Even the popular feel friendless.

Accept yourself
For who you are.
Change the status quo
Let's be something other
than the norm and
feed our feelings so.

Fat is fat and fun to be with.
Skinny is skinny and sensually significant
Pretty is pretty and transparently pure.
Unattractive is unattractive but not to a partner.
Stupid is stupid and often the most sensitive,
Turn the mask release the person
dismantle the disguise and let yourself out.

exhaled twists of silent remorse
taking ever decreasing torturous path
to a final point of embodied solidity,
confirmed cancer of individual desire.

The Prayer

Sitting, hands clasped firmly on open page
thoughts extend and speak truthfully to God
asking in faltering syllables, fearful of rejection
for never ending protection from a life well lead.

The muttered sounds of the near silent prayer
fill the air with delicate tremors of true belief
lifting the emotional state of those near by
and warming the room with fond memories.

Keep family and friends in your safe hands
Look after the souls of those close to our hearts
treasure the children in their enthusiastic play
and bring me wisdom to bring insight to all.

Sending young people
just out of mothers arms
into the jaws of munitions
thrown by heroes
of another belief
to save
or secure
the commodity
of commerce. 

Leaving behind 
  shattered families, 
  shattered buildings, 
  shattered communities 
  and broken lives.
Children play
on dangerous ground
losing limbs
to forgotten shells

Does no one listen
does no one care
war breeds hate
hate breeds instability
and instability breeds
an older generation
filled with the misery
of lost paternity.

Token of a fallen star
reaping the joy,
others left.
Breathing life
withdrawn dishevelled,
progress shown
by grinding grace

Random words of rhetoric
winding inextricable
painted patterns
on platted patent floor,
while disorganising
twisting, twirling dervishes
drool diligently
over delectable treats.

Painting the scene
with words of colour,
letters fluorescent
in their place,
trembling heartfelt
fear of loving,
just another rainy day.

The serpentine sounds of London’s heart
incongruous in a cloud of city noise
green, hedged with flags of Nations
holding history and fairy tales in its managed embrace.

The fountain of the fairytale princess
a circle of energetic imagery drawn from Cornish granite
waits in anticipation for the summer crowds
along with Peter Pan in Jekyll’s share park.