Sometimes I dream things, should I say what I dream?
Things are not as they seem.
Its very complicated and simple at the same time.
They really are simple, the crooks stole the wine.
The Devil has been described as the master of confusion, may I also say illusion and delusion?
In truth the truth is true, all else is lies.
An honest fool is wise.
Who is called a fool today, an honest man.
There are some of us left to fulfil God’s plan.
Is it pointless writing words, do words mean a thing?
They do to me and you I hope, after Winter Spring.
Mere words are not enough, actions speak more loud.
Sooner or later you will wear a shroud.
Words mean nothing if not put into action and words of course tell lies.
I was called a wordsmith by someone not so wise.
The word comes first it has been said, I speak, I am not dead.
May we find the truth in words and then for God’s sake do it?
I’d like to say there’s nothing to it.
Who said it would be easy, the easy way is wrong.
The effects are all around you, is it time to end my song?
Don’t keep the truth a secret, you know right from wrong.
A million fake breathalyser tests by the guardians of the law.
That’s the world we live in, I say, I see, I saw.
Use your eyes and use your ears and use your tongue and all.
You are alive, do not act dead, it does not work at all.
You took your first step as a child, take another now.
Never give up, the truth is real, how can I say it anyhow?
People with better brains than me are going the wrong way.
Do not join them, be yourself, that’s all I have to say.
Until another day.
Words themselves do nothing, I said that before.
Do not do nothing, I am Irish so I talk, we need something more.
This is a pretty hopeless poem but I live in hope.
I’ll say it better one fine day, yours faithfully, a dope.
What do I dream? I dream of a world that’s true.
For me and you.
20th September, 2017