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So the people shouted when [the priests] blew with the trumpets: and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat, so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city.
Joshua 6:20

For innumerable reasons, we build walls around us,
The kind of walls that keep those around us at arm’s length,
Why?
We fear being misunderstood, we fear being mocked, we fear being ostracized, ridiculed, left out, the list is long and arduous…,
So, we become expert wall-builders,
The proverbial Fort Knox has nothing on some of us man,
Women are not so much into this as men are[please, of course god knows, women do it too, anyhow, men are more intense wall-builders]…

I was watching one of my favourite TV shows, ‘Parenthood’ when I noticed tears just streaming down my face,
Tears for a life that feels like it lost its way somewhere along its long journey,
Tears for a life that has so many regrets,
Tears for a life that still wants to experience so much more,
But, most of all, tears for a life that’s well and securely hidden and closely guarded by its ‘walls of Jericho’,
Tears for a life that wants to come out of hiding,
And bloom like a desert flower after the first rains of summer…

This, of course, got me thinking…,
Why am I still behind my walls of Jericho?
During the rare times when I open up and let the ‘tourists’ get a ‘whiff’ of the authentic me, people close to me look at me as if they’ve just seen me for the first time, and all kinds of accolades come rushing at me,
Whether it’s a speech I’ve just given,
A dance I’ve just danced,
A book I’ve just published,
An invalid I helped leave their chair forever[using naturopathy, my beloved profession, please no televangelist healings here, though, bless them who do that too, why not?],
And yet, and yet,
I immediately go back into hiding…

I don’t want to do that anymore,
I’m tired of hiding,
I want to commune with my fellows,
I want to ‘come out and play’,
I want to be me,
I want my walls of Jericho to come crashing down and stay down,
I want to push my shoulders back, straighten up, look the world in the eye,
And say:-
‘Hi, world, here I am and this is what I want!!! Anyone for a spot of Earl-grey tea?’

They don't care about life
They hold the living in contempt
They watch the helpless suffer
Weighing them down
On their knees…
Begging
And for what?
A little bit of something
Amounting to nothing
Keeps a small stomach churning
At least one more day
While the world spins
Unbalanced on its axis

Tomorrow… those who decide what to do
Will do so
After continental breakfasts
Served up
Upon laps of luxury
Charged to executive suites
Occupied by one
Big enough for twenty
Paid for by small cogs
In a system run by big wheels
While limos arrive
Furnished like penthouses
As the down trodden look on
No time to comfort their spirits
Deep inside guilty pockets
Hypocrisy searches for loose change
As Morning coffee awaits
So much to discuss
Ideas will be digested and regurgitated
Lunch is already being prepared

You used a bible to speak of our creation.
Knowing well you used it for psychological manipulation.
Creating turmoil among our nations.
Convincing people to invest in the inflation.
Why are such evil men in power?
Exploiting our resources, while we watch them devour.
Devour all that is precious within the passing hour.
If karma had a taste for them the taste would be so sour.
They watch us starve and wallow in melancholy.
Taking it all in to have a blast; Xanax, tramadol and molly.
The reality is that we buy in to their game.
Hate each other when our predicaments the same.
They break us down just like they broke down our mothers.
They taught us to hate but it’s up to us to learn to be lovers.
So before you point the finger start to see things clearer.
First learn to fix the man in the mirror.

I had a dream it was something.

I felt the bond a connection a past a presence.

Legends told of greats who fell at the hands

of pompous Napoleon devilish little man.

I cry and wonder why

how great living the life

and spoils of the royal.

Now that all that remains is scattered

around the globe.


I wipe a tear leaving your shores of Marseilles

on a ship as a commoner.

to an uncertain destiny.

No castles no longer for we.

I see much from this height
grape leaves wave like nailed palms
and my toes are sprouting flies.

Here on the road from Rome to Capua
rock propped crosses tilt
every hundred feet.

My comrades and I sag on their arms
sun-blackened sacks
dragging a foul southern wind.

Crassus and his legions
marched down these cobbles months ago
leaving trash at the roadside, and us.

Now only merchants pass in groaning carts,
no longer pinching their noses
with hands over bellies, they snore

Again this wind, the sky
wipes it's greasy face
my tatters flap like rotten flags.

And I almost hear the shouts
of thousands, thunder
as my hands shred on the nails.

I drop face first in Roman dust.

Do not misunderstand
I have no regrets, a gladiator's days
are whittled on a stick.

But dreams, they rattle in the skull
like dice, even now they return.

Bony old men shaking the gate
no where else to spend the night.

I wish I could see one
A UFO
Talk to the aliens inside
Where did you come from?
Can you take me with you?
I'm tired of this blue mudball we call Earth
I have read some on UFOs
The largest one measured around 4,000 feet across
I made a UFO out of snow a few weeks ago
Now it is almost melted away
Did aliens crash in Roswell, New Mexico?
Do we owe our cell phones and computer technology to green men?
How many of them are out there?
How do you travel thousands of light years
And not have a mechanical problem along the way?
I've never seen an alien
But I've also never seen a baby pigeon
But I'll bet they exist

The Eagle Will Fly

Growing up since I was a young boy my Grandpa said to me,
To live my life with honor and always have integrity,
Cause one day a call may come for me to join the fight,
To defend our Constitution, for me to keep that well in sight,

They say our Constitution is outdated and so old,
All around this here nation, that’s the stories being told,
If my Grandpa was here today, he would laugh, and say that’s just all lies,
He would tell me to look at him, to look him in the eyes,

He would say to me, my boy, there’s a story I must tell,
World War Two is where I stood my ground, where others died and fell,
There was only one reason, why I would want to stand and fight,
to defend my countries honor till the dawn’s early light,

To defend the people of this land of their God given rights,
To stop the evil fiends that has power in their sights,
Don’t worry what people say to you, and the lies they have bought,
You will be honored in the end, after the good fight will be fought,

I sit here and ponder these words I believe he would have said to me,
He would be proud I lived my life with honor and integrity,
I’ll keep on talking about what people cannot see,
Even, if they keep saying its crazy and all a conspiracy.

What will it take for everyone to finally come together?
Will it take their eyes to watch that single falling feather?
That feather belongs to a symbol that represents us all,
Wondering what that feather means it’s the beginning of the call,

That symbol is perched watching silent and patiently,
Staring down at the power being wielded with impunity,
Waiting for that little spark, when everyone starts asking why?
We will start our fight for FREEDOM, when the Eagle begins to fly….

LEE KUAN YEW
How are you?



GOH CHOK TONG,
Play my song.



LEE HSIEN LOONG
Caring and strong.

With glibness and superficial charm
She’ll flaunt her wares as though she cares.

A pathological liar who cannot love at all
Will have you believe she loves the world.

Impulsive and irresponsible she, will drive you insane
Then publically allege that you are to blame.

She has the ego of a narcissist, born to a master race
Lacking remorse, shame and guilt, she is disgrace.

On the paper the nos are
One to forty nine
Which order they want to be played
To find those lucky six

Which order will the play
I'll put pen to paper and make then in any way
Or play a lucky dip and cross my finger hope come out for me today
The chance of winning

The odds are stacked
I curse and frown having to find two pound
But maybe I'll find a few quid
Play my lotto and win a few more quid