Hush hush

Constant rustles as people mutter and murmur,

About the secrets of this land,

But please do not prod the beast, nor disturb her,

Else you’ll feel the wrath of the crown,

But speak not and play puppet,

to this safe and sworded regime,

But remember, these old chains are bound to your mind,

You can be supreme!

When your voice is lost and hushed and quashed,

Read this out aloud,

We may be the dreamers for now,

But soon we’ll be the crowd.

Just Waiting

Eternally lost in the midst of the city,
Noses peering out of windows,
Dreams get forgotten along with the pity,
Forgetting to go to all the live shows,

Go up and down to find the scene,
So you can stamp in your place,
Started to feel like a giddy teen,
When I found the scene to chase,

Seen a few of these messed up shows,
Monsters shouting and lairiness vacating,
Standing so proudly in their ripped off clothes,
For this, I had been waiting.