Spare Change

Spare Change

Eyes appraise me
Behind coke bottle lenses.
Cocooned in sleeping bag
Against a bitter winter breeze.
A tale of pain transmitted wordlessly,
“How did it come to this,
Trapped here, unseen by most
Ignored by the rest”.
A hand gnarled with age appears,
Cup shaking with the cold.
Loose coppers the colour of rust
Spare some change?

© Alucyart2019

The Human Condition

The Human Condition

We are the human condition
In its entirety.
Together in sadness,
Together in hope.

We are the forces of focus
Our brush, needle, lights capture
An armoury of ideas
To stimulate your senses.

We are the vanguard
Sounding the horn of change
Leading the charge
For reclamation of mind, body, soul

We are the light
The beacon of truth and hope
Offering up honesty
In a world of lies

We are the human condition,
We are the human,
We are human,
We are.

© Alucyart2019

Written and performed specifically for The Human Condition exhibition at Dundas Street Gallery, Edinburgh October 2019.

The Fox

The Fox

The Fox

I knew you from a cub
Brown eyed and shaggy of mane
Your cunning a protective shield
Against a world intent to snare you.

You played me songs and melodies
Smoky lyrics of trascendence
Of hope and love a better life
Pains ballad amongst the detritus.

You brought me life
In words and sounds
A brothers love, deep in bond
Stretched across the ocean.

I heard today that you were gone
Caught by trap, Life’s essence flowed
No more to fight for place or hope
My fox will forever roam free.

Written in October 2019 on the news of the tragic murder of my good friend Noel in Los Angeles.

Griefs Embrace

Griefs Embrace

How do you break free from it?
When chains do nout but hold you
Shackled arms and legs
Unable to run or raise fist

These ropes restrain my spirit
Earth bound, a comfort for the worm
and beetle.
How do you sore into skies of azure,
When imprisoned by griefs embrace?

All In This Together

All In This Together

A Lord in a castle
His throne upon high
Proclaims to his subject’s
For the greater good,
They must die.
For their grain he must sell
To replenish his chests.
To pay for poor choices
and service his debts.
“We’re all in this together!”
His subjects they start to cry.
As he sits on golden throne,
the Lord up in the sky.

©Alucyart 28-11-2019