MANDOLIN AND I

I am stood here hitch-hiking beneath 

This Chiswick Motorway bridge

Dreaming of a World Peace to be

And my mandolin plays this timely tune

To hope we won't be lonesome soon

Shiny clean cars won't stop

Not for the likes of me

World Peace moves into another gear

Soon we've got to move on from here

How many ways, how many ways

The subtle lives intwine

Mandolin sing to me our song of tomorrow

How can we weave beyond these lines?

How to heal a hurt that's deep

In psyche of many-mannered man

New philosophy of old Earth

Mandolin sing to me

Proclaim to the sky such reasons 

Things could move on from here

A love that's spoke is love to stoke

The dreams of this theme we dare.

40 ATOM BOMBS

I swallowed forty atom bombs

To see what it would do

Then we chose direction

All between the me and you

That was in all the only way  

Through the flaming gap of doom

For I know that all you people

Never wished to die so soon

There are no words to describe 

The visions we can see

In burning worlds of stars

That give birth to you and me

It is the seed love to the land

Earth's lost children listen in

Destiny is calling us

Mother Sky calls 'begin'

This is what we are my friends

Before eternity

This is what we are in all

This is you and me

The hands we have are made to hold

Our hearts made to be bold

This is what we is my friends

And so it shall unfold

We are all pilgrims

On this earth road

In Time and Space

Yet voyaging endlessly

Settling down

And moving on

Living, dying

Around the Suns

There are no frontiers

Can contain us

No nationality

That can restrain us

Only temperory homes

To shelter us

Upon the One Host

Of  Mother Earth

Blessed be Her name

May we respect Her

May She Remain

We are the troubadours

Finders who seek

Who vision a future

When all seems bleak

Look into the future

What do you see?

War and destruction

Or that rare liberty?

Here is hope to propel us

Equanimity

Put barriers down

Transcend to see

Take down the shield

Our weapons lay down

By the riverside

Beneath the Sun 

VOICES OF A FUTURE

Political rhetoric I know it is all lies.

Double-speak duplicity, you can read it in the eyes.

See the silver plated squirming of the tongue.

Some sycophant, a corporate slave announces we will bomb.

You feed the World with little wars by selling tyrants arms.

As long as they are subservient, how could there be qualms?

Customers must not fight back. What happens when they do?

Spin a tale of right and wrong and gloss over the truth.

VISIONS AND VOICES OF A BETTER WORLD;

WAR NO MORE. VOICES OF A FUTURE SPEAK

Twisted lies from puppet lips. TV, papers spread the fear.

It's all sewn up, but listen in; Voices of a future are near.

As long as no-one knows, or doesn't dare to ask,

A silver tongue says what it likes. But voices; crack the mask.

Should these voices speak to you, do you think that you might hear?

And if these words might make a thread : Then know that hope is near.

Facades do not last for long. Tyrants fall. That's all.

Voices of a future speak and to us all they call