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Man on the outside. Under the moon light we stop being men Under the sun light we start being men Between we are free to the ocean Free to dance under the waves Free from the dry air Free from the shackles of man In the darkness we go down to the ocean, Wives left in darkness slumbering at home, Play at being human Play at being merman Living between lives The sun light calls us to the home of man The night calls us to the home of merman Living between homes Friends under the moon light Strangers under the sunlight Fear in the day Free in the night Fish at night Fisherman in the day We all have to make a living The sun

Looking at the stars. It all started with pictures, they saw us and we saw them. Of course it took a long time for us to realise we had seem them. Life on Earth got in the way, there was pollution, war, disease, the problems of humanity on Earth never changed but in every generation one or two people ignored the problems that surrounded them and considered greater things, they looked at the stars. For a while space had been interesting but once man walked on the moon and that race was over everything died down, then man walked on Mars and although it gained a lot of attention not a lot changed on Earth. Space was just too expensive and to da

Dinning with Sin Beelzebub arrived early, as was his way and apparently ignorant of being alone begun to drink, as way his way. He poured his form into a chair and waited for the others, his shirt sighing from the strain of containing his ample frame. Lucifer arrived with Mammon, he was too proud to realise Mammon was using him as a chauffeur and at Mammon's hint that a good friend should always buy the first round again Lucifer was too proud to see himself being used.  Satan arrive next and greeted the trio, he saw Mammon's tricks and happily helped himself to Mammon's drink. Asmodeus and Leviathan arrived next, Asmodeus bought th

We stay where we are Sun go up, sun go down What do we care We stay where we are Summer to Winter Winter to Summer The cycle continues Life along a line It begins and ends We are linear beings Our world is a road A constant No ending The cruel hand of fate We are linear beings Our world is cyclical We are short on time In a world abundant in it Our lines are so short We stay where we are What do we care Sun go up, sun go down

They Birth and Blossom Death and Decay Now we do whatever They say Life confined. Will's and Wont's Do's and Don'ts A culture asleep A unified Smile. The horror of looking out The horror of looking The people vote either way The leader will do whatever They say A matter of perspective Freedom confined Freedom to pick the leader Freedom not to be free What is freedom The freedom to act The freedom to think The freedom to say Where does freedom lie Did you see it die Freedom is whatever They say Who really gets their own way. Who are They Watch the leaders walk through the golden arch It is They that set the pace of t

I'm everybody. Deflated balloons hang lifelessly from the door.  I stand outside on the road looking in - the silence is unnatural as the silence of a school at night, or the silence of a closed road.  It's the silence of expected noise, of expected life, expected humanity.  It is the silence that I've grown far too used to over the last, what it now, three weeks?  Hard to imagine that only three weeks ago life was normal life was life, it was as it always had been; it was as I had imagined it always would be.  How wrong I was.  I stood in silence and slowly the seconds turned to minutes.   Looking at that house, I took in the front of it, t