By Gary Peters
Cars are moving a dog is heard braking children's laughter echoes from the park.
People walking stores are opening a world emerging into dark.
Its early morning daytime dawning the working day has begun.
So why are we shrouded by ghostly clouds that glitter in the sun.
Deeper into evil they tread upon some will rest the hand of fate.
Opinions will change people will rage act now time will not wait.
We will call them heroes even though some of them will never live to know.
The changes in the western world that they're taking from us will help to grow.
Saving the lives of generation's mother's daughter's fathers and sons.
But for now chaos rules the journey for global freedom has only just begun.
The angles are descending, to take away the loved, rest gently oh sweet one.
Concrete rain paper snow the hell stone storm of glass spat out by the sun.
The unthinkable actions of twisted minds think not of what they do.
Cowards of the lowest order sons of bastards through and through.
But they will triumph all the heroes, their souls will crush dictatorship.
Because of them the world will change freedom will break the evil grip.
Loved forever by those who know them, their lives were not in vain.
Sacrifices made from that day on the world will never be the same again.
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"Black Widow Spider"
By Gary Peters
I know about your kind I have met your sort before.
Greeted by a smile as you invite me through your door.
Reckless beauty untouched diva bedroom goddess.
Her power draws me in now I cannot leave her.
I cannot see why you give me your attention.
Inside you hangs a heart of stone empty of affection.
Walking over others making your way towards me.
Unprecedented passion sex with you is all that I can see.
Do not draw me in, into your spider's web.
Do not tease me with you utopian lies.
You're perfect unblemished inviting body.
My time draws near I am lost within your eyes.
Nothing new for the likes of you occupation love.
Career description, tearing at and breaking hearts.
Emerging from the shadows a crime of passion.
No preferences shown we all get dealt the same ration.
Tell me before I fall what will the future hold for you.
Watching your world disappear day by day alone.
I know that she is hurting and I can see the pain inside her.
But this is not how love should be my wounded black widow spider.
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"Matrix"
By Gary Peters
As slowly as the rivers flow.
As slowly as the trees grow.
Brightly shines the stars at night.
As graceful as an eagles flight.
Morning dew across meadows lay.
Where flowers bloom and children play.
Where the birds sing and lovers kiss.
Happiness flourishes in a place like this.
Where most do frequent on Sundays noon.
Where most find peace and forget the gloom.
Of the week ahead and what it may hold.
High flyers in the city buy! Sell! Sold!
As speeding as the traffic flows.
As furious as the tempers grow.
Brightly shines the city lights.
As graceful lawyers defend client's rights.
Morning smog across buildings lay.
Where deals are done night and day.
Where night clubs heave and strangers kiss.
Where corruption flourishes in places like this.
Where most do frequent at the end of their day.
To drowned in drink their troubles away.
City life so impersonal methodical and dark.
Where clocks tick towards Sundays in the park.
Cementing materials the bed on which things rest.
Quantities and symbols is life real or just a test?
Living in a high tech world data and silicon chips.
Natural evolution? Or computerisation? Which one is your matrix?
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"White Faced Monsters With Velvet Voices"
By Gary Peters
They hide within the shadows.
They walk softly through the night.
The enigmas of evil.
Take to graceful flight.
They are all amongst us.
One maybe your best friend.
But you will never know this.
Until you meet your gruesome end.
Eternity awaits the weak.
Your body burns within.
Images of life strobe the mind.
As transformation begins.
A sexuality that magnetises.
A Svengali to those they meet.
To remain immortal forever.
No life circle to complete.
Distinguished from all surroundings.
Satins children of the night.
Fate and destiny holds no choices.
For the white faced monsters with velvet voices.
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"A Glass of Whiskey with Brando"
By Gary Peters
Took the last train from town.
Travelling 'In The Heat Of The Night'.
Whiskey bottle and a book on James Dean in my hand.
My only companion for the journey ahead.
Jimmy had a brother 'A Rebel Without A Cause'.
A mother had a son a widow without a clue.
Chaplin had Stanley silent to sound in 'Modem Times'.
Rules for icons legends faded 'Gone With The Wind'.
Images and models of the systems silver screen.
The likes of you and I will never known their kind again.
I do not want to believe Marilyn died that way.
I do not want to believe my western hero was gay.
I do not want to believe that Brando's mind had gone.
I do not want to believe that Elvis had a swan song.
I just want to remember them the way they were.
Following the yellow brick road of dreams into the emerald city.
A reality crumbled in the ruins of torture booze pills and pity.
Villas of decadence sit tranquil in there Beverly Hills.
Two way mirror pornography filmed for the boss's thrills.
'Some Like It Hot' 'Whatever Happened To Baby Jane'?
Counting the dollars, canning the good guys, shifting morals and blame.
I do not want to believe that the giant was wrong.
I do not want to believe that Flynn took drugs.
I do not want to believe that Gable was un-cool.
I do not want to believe that Garland was a fool.
I just want to remember them the way they were.