Head For Home

It must be evident, to anyone tuned into Westminster politics, that the representatives, elected by the Scottish people, are out of place in that house. It is a house of representation for English politicians. Numbers and attitude confirm that this is no union of equal nations. So be it. @SNP, come on home. Build bridges here.

You’ve done all you can

With ideas, open hands

Eyes and ears ever mindful

To their plans

They’ve made grave mistakes

Now we need a break

They’re ‘on the make’

We must be done

 

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

 

You’ve ‘seen all the frowns

On the faces of the clowns’

Ignore the vows that they made

Unguaranteed

And you’ve heard all the noise

From Westminster’s prams and toys

‘But they don’t mean a’ thing

If we’re not free

 

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

 

You’ve been to that place in that town

Where their words let us down

While they ‘stare at each other’

You’ve lampooned them

‘Screamed at the moon’

They behaved like buffoons

And you’ve discovered

 

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

 

You’ve travelled the land

Their trajectory, crash land

Seen their faces in that place

Misunderstand

Yes, you’ve witnessed their world

Seen their tactics unfurled

And their ‘noise

That destroys and commands’

 

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

Head for home

‘Run as fast as you can

Oh-oh-oh run’, repeat, come right on home

 

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Where Extremes Meet

Imbalanced, unsteady

World out of whack

Cosmos chaotic

Can we find our way back?

 

Heavens to hell

We’re caught in between

Is anyone listening?

Do you know what I mean?

 

Richest to poorest

Filet mignon to mince

Palace to pavement

Paupers, crown prince

 

Eden to Gaza

Stripped of what’s best

Points of the compass

Confused east to west

 

Morbid obesity

Starved unto death

Billionaires, beggars

Comfort, bereft

 

Extremes in nature

Whole world in flux

Empathic encounters

While some give no fucks

 

Leisurely, lazy

Or worked to the bone

Temperate to pissed

Hyped-up to stoned

 

Scales have all shifted

They’re whirling like mad

Weighed down or lifted

Sky-high or launch-pad

 

Graven pretenders

Vying with Christ

Compassion, contemptible

Virtue and vice

 

A planet imploding

With greed, avarice

Don’t know about you

But I never voted for this

 

Button to reset

That might be the plan

Pit one against other

Warring woman to man

 

Polarised humanity

Silenced, shrill scream

Trying to stay upright

On an unsteady beam

 

Pendulum’s swinging

And the clock’s ticking down

Minutes to midnight

Of tragedy and clowns

 

Terrified faces

Rictus, raw smiles

Fiddles on scary

No deliverance for miles

 

We’re caught on a swing

With a g-force of ten

Tensioned to torment

Released, repeated again

 

Scrambling brains

By the power of extreme

While I’m seeking balance

Please say you know what I mean

 

Virtuality

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While you were preoccupied, I stole into your home

You never noticed what I took even when I’d been and gone

I confiscated basic things, the ones that you’d ignored

And you were just so busy, I was not overheard

While sat before the TV, you did not see me there

And, if you had, would you have done a thing to show you cared

I don’t believe that you deserve to own the things withdrawn

For you were quite oblivious to what was going on

Distracted as you were by ice, by factors x and y

You have no right to now complain, to wring your hands and cry

So what, if now, you note they’re gone and want and need them there

I took them for my own ends and, quite frankly, I don’t care

I hold those things you thought were yours; your freedoms and your rights

Uninsured, no guarantee when unguarded out of sight

If you had raised your eyes, but once, beyond an oblong screen

How different might your future be, you might have looked and seen

That I am here, I’m always here, to steal the things you need

My raison d’etre: money, power; to satisfy my greed

Another chance? A do-over? A more attentive you?

Too late, too bad, you did not fight. You know my words are true.

Now here I stand instead of you, your rights crushed in my hand

Corruption rules, you did not move to fight nor make a stand

Escapades on gogglebox became reality

Back to your box

Or resist remote

Tune-out controlled TV

Run Aground

Tales rotated, deceits abound

Their fabrications bounce, rebound

Slander, libel, our name defiled

Grudges nurtured, to rule, divide

Shit dissembled, a masquerade

Phoney fuckers throwing shade

Of feigning union, but monopoly

Power retained, their sovereignty

Documentation disproving lies

Prove fact and fiction falsified

Mendacious masking ricochets

Reverberations in these days

Working, waiting, building trust

To re-establish what is just

Claim of Right intensified

Independence, morally justified

Tales rotated, deceits rebound

The Act of Union run aground

Finaglers’ Devices

 

Bigger plans afoot than senseless, stupid

Perception seeks and sees manoeuvred sin

The meanwhiles gather, rapid with intention

In situ, gaseous masking, febrile spin

 

Disbelieve the engineers, finagling

Devices, masterminded, coast to coast

Fools in place, distracting jesters, hoaxing

While masterminding prize that’s valued most

 

Counted heads and costed revolutions

Epic portraiture in snapshot ink

Of war in peace, acceptance in the psyche

Governance, by gaslight, doublethink

 

As Charged

Atoms that are loaded with potential, packed and brimming

Intentional infusions stocked and stored

Batteries of power, impregnable, informed

Ready to release of own accord

 

Costs have been recorded, bills accruing, payments due

Demands invoiced in columns that can’t match

Subscriptions to democracy pending rights renewed

Interest lost and gained, small print attached

 

Entrusted with a duty, that’s the theory, though no proof

Accountable inculpate, by design

Responsible as reprobates, acting outwith laws

Pretending to the jury that all’s fine

 

Careering in a stampede of confusion and illusion

Battle plans undrawn but troops deployed

Empire of the naked, Churchill’s children, through a peephole

Nothing to be seen till we’re destroyed

 

Heroic unto heraldry, pennants charged by sin

Unfurled but hanging limp at arm’s length

Wisdom gone in wind rush, petty racists of a flag

Diminished by the loss of common sense

 

So, atoms that are loaded with potential, packed and brimming

Intentional infusions stocked and stored

Batteries of power, impregnable, informed

Ready to release of own accord

War of Self-Imposed

A war of self-infliction, crime exposed

Reasons for the hardships juxtaposed

Penalties impending, border freedoms to be closed

Oh, welcome to the war of self-imposed

 

While they cry for sovereign power but fight to it depose

While citizens ignore or guess, suppose

The unity of peace begins to decompose

Losing to a war of self-imposed

 

Democracy, dictatorship, in UK, now transposed

Archaic powers risen though necrosed

Poison resurrected in the system, rank disclosed

Who wins a war of losses self-imposed?

 

Privileged in power, legitimacy foreclosed

Hearts and minds, though changed, to be opposed

No one represented but for interests undisclosed

In a war manipulated and imposed

A Solstice Prayer

As the sun finally sets this solstice, let it set on the union.

Scots, wha hae, that claim the name

Those that call auld Alba hame

Welcome where we’re aw the same

Liberty fur aw

 

Now ’s the time, and now’s the hour

Time tae help the thistle flower

Resistance tae Westminster’s pow’r

Nae EVEL laws abide

 

Wha will look tae future, save

Our rights for country, children brave

Stand yer ground, for nae man, slave

Reclaim our sovereign rule

 

Wha for Scotland’s justice, laws

Wha for self-rule’s worthy cause

Wha will fight without a pause

Tae break restrictive chains

 

By oppressive governance

Outnumbered in that parliament

Upholders of new covenant

Scotland shall be free

 

Let the Tories feel the blow

United, onward, we shall go

By independence, we all know

We will thrive for aye

 

Robert’s words were timely then

His sentiments, Arbroath again

Declared by children, women, men

Unfettered rights proclaim

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s rules

Ungoverned by a tribe of fools

Rabbie’s words for aw

 

Power hungry knaves and knights,

Millionaires and lords talk shite

Magna Carta’s banged tae rights 

Different laws for aw

 

Be the people we can be

With voices strong, equality

Within the grasp if all are free

Nations once again

 

Wha will look to what we need

None that serve for power or greed

Bite the hand that will not feed

By self-rule change the game

 

Bastions of power shall fall

No barriers, no fascist wall

Free citizens, oh hear the call

All must do or die

 

UKIP, Tory, right-wing rule

Takin’ nations for blind fools

We have the will, we have the tools

If we signify

 

Testify tae what is right

Keep real enemy in sight

Those who rule tae retain might

Moral compass skewed

 

Rabbie knew the games they played

Power lost by power waylaid

The union’s deid, once more self-made

Nations once again

 

Brothers, sisters sharing land

A classless system, hand-in-hand 

In fellowship, for this we stand

Scotland’s on its way

 

We must travel where we will

Westminster’s voice is harsh and shrill

A banshee wailing, had our fill

Vain cockerel’s crawed its last

 

Wha would stop the tide in flow

Wha can stop the winds that blow

They move for aw, and most Scots know

Independence calls

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s fools

As free men claim yer own self-rule

Rabbie’s words for aw

Follow Blindly

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For these are the rules

The diktats, instructions

As precious as jewels

 

Hear our sweet song

While we put you to sleep

With subliminal statutes

That you need to keep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Stay in your place

Beneath all appointed

To run human race

 

Stop at the red light

Though no -one’s around

The cameras are watching

To run renegades to ground

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

No dilemmas, least strife

Do as you’re told

And we’ll run your life

 

Ignore common sense

And the other five too

Just follow us blindly

What we say, you do

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

It’s safer that way

Don’t question authority

Day after day

 

Follow on blindly

Keep blinkers in place

You’ll find life no challenge

When you keep to pace

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Now bow to your queen

Your betters, the wealthy

All titled, when seen

 

Follow us blindly

Our lies, your beliefs

You be the minions

While we are the chiefs

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Your freedom, our food

Do as you’re told

It’s for your own good

 

Kill that man there

For he is your foe

Our enemy, yours

Just so’s you know

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For we know the score

As long as we feed you

Don’t ask for more

 

Don’t be a rebel

A champion of cause

Ask us no reasons

The answer’s because

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Listen and learn

We are in charge here

You don’t get a turn

 

Hear our sweet song

And we’ll put you to sleep

Live in the shallows

Don’t delve down too deep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

Keep status quo

Be sycophantic

To those in the know

 

Those who control you

The world at our feet

Quietly, lambkin

Follow blindly as sheep

 

Follow blindly, follow blindly

For these are the rules

The diktats, instructions

For fascists and fools

 

Buckie an’ Gawd an’ Aw That

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I’ve hud a few drams an’ I’m feelin’ grand

I think that I’m gonnae write

Creation incomin’, ma big pen in hand

Thunderbolts ur in sight!

 

I’ll start wi’ a bang cause I’m a big noise

A wee joke there! Whit am I like?

I’ll make loads ae space fur aw ae my toys

Nice work there fur a first strike

 

I’ll leave it the noo while I drink a bit mair

The lubricant’s good fur my aim

A few million years tae let the brew simmer

Don’t want tae make moves aw the same

 

Thish shtuff is braw, don’t know whit it’sh cried

But it’sh shurley nectar fur me

Ma haunsh urr aw shaky an’ sho urr ma words

Better leave thingsh shum mair tae I can shee

 

God, I’m feelin’ rough, nae mair ae that stuff

At least, no’ the noo, fur a while

A few miles roon the block should clear oot my guts……

 

…….Whoosh! Back tae work wi’ a smile

 

Time tae move oan wi’ ma opus, an’ that

Nae mair magnums tae I’ve penned a bit mair

Chewin’ ma nib, brain cells feelin’ smart

Wieldin’ my bolt noo wi’ flair

 

I’ll huv a wee peek tae see the land’s lie

Well, wid ye ever? Good grief!

Look at aw that! It’s grown by an’ by

This goes beyond self-belief

 

But somethin’ is missin’. Whit could it be?

Everythin’ looks too spot oan

Worlds aw a-turnin’, withoot even me

Some folk’ll think that I’ve gaun

 

Aw, that’s right, I’ve no made them yet

Ma brain’s still too fuzzy fae booze

They’re part ae ma plan, how could I forget

Noo, let’s think a bit then I’ll choose

 

I’ll start wi’ a man an’ we’ll huv a wee chat

Let him know how this’ll work

No’ too much, though, nae equals or that

Don’t want him goin’ berserk

 

I’m on a roll, he looks no’ too bad

Hi, there, ma lad, how ye dain’?

Panic thee not, I’ll be yer dad

Noo, listen tae whit yer dad’s sayin’

 

I’m writin’ a book, an adventure an’ such

Wi’ twists an’ turns everywhere

I keep losin’ the plot wi’ imbibin’ too much

An’ ma heid is aye feelin’ sair

 

But, bear wi’ me, son, an’ I’ll gie ye the gist

There’s a flagon callin’ ma name

You write a bit fur me while I go an’ get pissed

But try tae keep true jist the same

 

I’ll no’ leave ye yersel’, fur that widnae dae

Ye’d die here left oan yer ain

Ye’re no’ a bad model, I huv tae say

But ye’re lackin’ a bit in the brain

 

I’m soberin’ up an’ I’ve hud an idea

It’s different but might be my best

Listen tae me, ye’ll be thrilled when ye hear

I’ve got plans tae plump up yer chest

 

I’m gaun fur tae make ye a partner, I say

A helpmate fur aw ae yer life

Ye can call hur ma darlin’, ma sweetheart, ma tumshie

Ye can even call hur yer wife

 

She’ll make ye yer dinner, she’ll darn yer soacks

She might even knead yer sore necks

She’ll massage yer ego but nag, fur a joke

Fur expectin’ too much kinky sex

 

I’ll make her yer equal tae stand side by side

But remember, she’s no’ built like you

Hur muscles, internal, hur strength, ae the mind

So, be gentle, whatever ye do

 

Don’t punish hur boady because ye’ve brute strength

Use it insteid tae defend

She’ll last ye a lifetime if ye’re kind and, at length

Mair men an’ wummen I’ll send

 

So, why am I sendin’ a wummin, ye ask

Cause a wummin’s the best part ae me

I’m split doon the middle wi’ genders, my task

Tae try oot the options an’ see

 

A word tae the wise fae the heavens up here

Don’t treat hur as if she’s yer slave

She’s ma secret weapon, so listen, don’t fear

Fae yer ain worst excesses, she’ll save

 

So, here comes the wummin. A brammer! A beezer!

Staun back, man! She isnae that type

Noo woo hur and show hur ye urnae a geezer

No’ like that! Gawd, whit ur ye like?

 

Noo, move back a bit an’ gie hur some space

Ye’re crampin’ hur style wi’ that thing

Whit wis a thinkin’? Don’t shove yer dick in hur face

The trouble that thing’s gonnae bring

 

I can jist see it noo if men are in charge

Charge! The target’s in sight!

Ma dong is bigger than yours, it’s well large!

Aye, it is! Hey pal, you waant a fight?

 

Haw, wummin, c’mere, I’ve got somethin’ tae say

A bit ae advice, a wee drap

The man I huv made waants sex everyday

Fur your sake, make sure ye’re sittin’ oan tap

 

Cut him some slack tae he’s caught up wi’ you

Don’t waant tae undo whit I’ve made

A couple ae years tae he evolves, well, a few

Noo, remember, aw that I’ve said

 

Jist hing oan a while an’ he’ll figure it oot

An’, tae he dis, ye’re the wan who knows best

I’m right behind ye, I’ve got yer back

I’m callin’ it a wee IQ test

 

Put up wi him an’ ye’ll get yer reward, see

No the noo, though, so don’t make too many plans

Love him an’ guide him an’ don’t poison his tea

He’s only prototype man

 

An’ watch oot fur power, it’s a bugger fur men

Testosterone aye waants tae strut

You’ve got some tae, though it’s tempered, ma hen

That is ma deepest cut

 

Yer moods they will swing wi’ the mix I huv made

But remember, ye’re no mental, an’ that

Yer bum’s no’ too big, jist the time ae the month

An’, naw, jeez, ye don’t look too fat

 

Models at the ready, a guy an a gal

Ye’ll dae aw right if ye heed ma advice

But naeboady’s listened tae me fur a while

I huftae say everythin’ wance mair than twice

 

The time it has come and eons huv passed

Feck sake! They don’t know whit they’re dain’!

Neither ae them listened tae the advice they amassed

They’re eejits, these men an’ these wummen

 

The choices I huv, they are many an’ vast

I could jist rub them oot, start again

But I never undo whit I’ve written doon last

I leave that aw doon tae mad men

 

Extinction, it seems, is their aim, so it is

Whit can I dae aboot this?

Quicker than I’ve made it, they’re destroyin’ it aw

Noo who’s takin’ the piss?

 

Haw, wummen, c’mere, I’ve loast maist ae the men

They’re aw away the fairies

If we don’t fix it noo, afore it’s too late

There’s no gaunae be any mair ae ye’s

 

You’re no’ quite loast so listen up, see

I know ye’ve no’ hud real chances

Tae be aw the wummen that youse can aw be

Ma fault, hen, that men ur such dunces

 

Cover yer breasts, ma bow ye shall yield

Don’t be a slave tae yer tits

Gird up yer loins an’ hoist yer big shields

Bugger men! We’re gaunae fix this

 

Here come the wummen! An Amazon clan

Ready for battle to start

You men huv muffed it wi’ aw ae yer plans

An’ I’m jist no’ huvin’ aw that

 

I write the stories! Follae the script!

I’m puttin’ wummen oan tap

I shouldne huv hud aw that nectar I hud

I should’ve jist hud a wee drap

 

Never create when ye’ve hid a bit much

A good few too many drams

Keep the big pen an’ the bolt oot ae touch

Or yer characters might turn oot tae be bams

 

Bampots United versus female race

Jeez, this writin’s a laugh

I’ll put ma money oan hur, tae save face

A wee lie doon noo tae sleep this stuff aff

 

Aw, jeez Louise, look who they’ve picked!

Mad May an’ that man is still there!

I’m feelin’ scunnert enough tae be sick

I’ll be back when I’ve cleaned up the flair

 

A few years huv passed noo an’ whit can I see?

A beautiful world doon below

Nary a human, it’s jist birds an’ bees

An’ I’ve learned a lesson, I know

 

When writin’ a book, make sure tae stay sober

An’ start wi’ a wummin’ next time

Lay aff the nectar, at least tae October

Thon Buckfast is mair than cheap wine

 

Fortified noo, wi’ intent an’ a plan

An’ I’ll try oot a totie wee pen

Best tae gang slower an’ write oot long haun

An’ keep ma pen aff ae daft men

 

I’ll no’ start wi chaos, this time, naw, I’ll no’

Better tae draw oot a wee chart

Plan it oot furst, make them act it oot slower

I’ll have a wee drink. Then I’ll start.