Daisy Chains

Why fight with me?

for is it I

whom threatens thee

with war




lack of human rights

no-where to exist

no humanity

look into my eyes

can you see my fear

surrounded by humans

who no longer

seem to care

these tears

roll down my face

alongside my dream

of a better place

hang a despondent head

down with its disgrace

can’t we see

our world is crying

feel the pain

so tired of trying

to explain

seen the planet

filling up with flames

we are running around

playing hunger games


before the song

remains the same


hang your coat

on top of its shame

it starts with me

cannot do it alone

it begins with thee

we cannot do it alone

daisy chains swinging

in the rain

hold my hand

we drift to a higher plain

I want to see

the sun arise

for another

millionth morning

let our children see

a better world

by creating a

new dawning

mushrooms circles


as I look at you

I see

you are as equally

as frightened as me

we just want to

be free

our worlds will be lost

once the take away

our ability to see


I will not give up

for we are stardust

the men with machines

all dressed in rust

we are all misguided

distorted trust

there is a rhythm

deep inside my heart

a new dimension

a brand new start

I hear an echo

resounded vibration

enlightened times

have just began

integration complete

we are all ONE!


MedusaMoon c2016



I believe in a world

where there is no need

for violence

a world where kindness

overrides narcissistic

power and control

I see a time when mankind

will become just that


where children

will be honoured








where woman

will be respected

for her individual


not just a 38-28-34

where humanity will remember

to open the door

for the old lady


to get by

where humanity will open

our hearts

thus not allowing

others to

stay down

or just die

in the name of progress

when man will find

the courage to


to the horrors

he sees

as he turns

a blind eye

starkly staring

whilst  starving children cry

themselves to sleep

you are either the wolf

or the fecking sheep

when will humanity

learn to weep

at the atrocities

we create

if we were born

out of love

how did we learn

so much hate?

did we fill

our distorted minds

with the nonsensical


written on the wall

the God complex

that humanity adopted

as we watch

chemical mountains fall

blood rivers run into the sea

humans locked inside

corporate chains

fighting to be free

who holds the key

to unlock humanity

the collective consciousness

in other words

you and me.


MedusaMoon c2016

Letter to the next Generation!

To the youth of today

we have a few things to say

first of all

we are sorry

that we stole

your future away

as we forced you

into education systems

that told you

you were dumb

the moment you expressed

an emotion

we would attack you

forcing you to become

uncomfortably numb

because we could not

heal our own hurts

we dumbed it

onto your back

the moment you opened

your mouth to complain

you were met with

a self-righteous slap

we blamed you

for your learnt behaviour

not noticing you were

imitating what you saw

as long as we were brutal

behind the closed front door

children should be seen

and not heard

yes, that is outrageous

never heard anything

as absurd

we tried to formulate

your careers

on the hopes and dreams

we went and lost

then we forced you

to become a mini-me

regardless of the cost

we could not get along

with each other

all we would do was fight

we left you with a class-war

I sure hope your

generations sets things right

that you learn to live together

in perfect harmony

that you go on to create

the brightest world

you will ever see

how I wish

we had listen to you

when you questioned

everything we said

maybe then we would

too have learnt something

or at least made sense of all

the nonsense inside

out own head

it is the responsibility

of my generation

to put this  straight

to encourage the

next generation

to be nothing other

than GREAT.


MedusaMoon C2016

The Nature of Trees


whilst out

just imagining things

wander amid

butterflies and bees

she started thinking

about the nature

of trees

the way they stood

so tall

every branch

stood on its own

but they all

met in the middle

so no-one need

to stand alone

each leaf

its own creation

every flower

a pretty face

they were all

slightly different

yet not one stood


no branch stood

in completion

not one twing

ran a rat’s race

a tree in all its entity

was dressed with

elegance and grace

then she ponder

a little more

how could tree

be so complete?

they will grow

on pastures green

or down any

lonely street

suddenly she noticed

that trees roots

are very strong

its trunk was all

so mighty

there was not right

there was not wrong

every tree

hang out together

gently swaying in harmony

they did not  fight

each other constantly

no, they were

just getting along


what will be

will surely be

how she wished

that the humans

she knew

so very well

could be very much

the same

no her silent

living hell

if they too

could have

the nature of trees

just for a while

maybe then

they will

remember her name

maybe she would

learn to smile.


MedusaMoon c2016

Sacred Skin

As she danced

gracefully by me

I saw her sacred satin skin

it was beautifully translucent

but the scars

were wearing thin

kris-crossed upon her entity

woven realms

of disowned pain

moments of disturbed madness

thus preventing

her from going insane

each scar

spoke to me

some would whisper

others would shout

many were laced

with low-self-esteem

other bore memoires

of loathsome self-doubt

plenty were extremely deep

as they bore

near to the bone

scars that would secrets keep

red raw ones stood out

all on their own

one scar would end

where another did start

all those lonely moments

sat nursing a broken heart

some held names

of all the bullies

filled with fear

occupying fright

as they help her

hide away

her shamefulness

cutting, cutting

every day

every night

scars became a suit of armour

as they wrapped around

her tiny frame

to keep her protected

from the constant

verbal abuse

violent torment

countless times

she was rejected

every mutilation

a memory untold

each disfigurement

countless years

hidden away

growing cold

beautiful girl

I saw your

sacred satin skin

but beyond

I saw your shine

in a split moment

I read your life

thank you

for you

had just enriched mine.


MedusaMoon c2016