Plug me in to you
I’m losing my inspiration
I need an energy transfusion
Yours flowing into me
All you need to do is smile
And say hello
And I’ll be flying again.
Hamish Kamoshi © 2015
Plug me in to you
I’m losing my inspiration
I need an energy transfusion
Yours flowing into me
All you need to do is smile
And say hello
And I’ll be flying again.
Hamish Kamoshi © 2015
Ah, the way the wind blows
Matters not to men in offices insulated
But ask the fisherman casting his net on the soul grating sea
Or the red cheeked child with ebullient eyes
To whom the parade of kites portrays a world of rainbow possibility.
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Ah, the comma. Just a squidgy dot, waste of space
Matters not to the frenetic tweeter
But ask the teacher who commits her life
To a generation
Who’ll either plant trees or start fires,
Depending on whether they had enough time
To, for reflection, pause.
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Ah, the pen marks on the wall
Scars on the beautiful flower pattern
To the Joneses.
For the mother, a reminder timeless of days innocent
Before Responsibility’s wings
Flew her young from the nest.
Hamish Kamoshi ©2015
Shut down the markets, nationalise the banks
Light up the darkness, end capitalist pranks
Blindfold the bankers, make ‘em walk planks
For too long we’ve been dead fish in their tanks
Pig heads on monkey bodies, pissing blood on the poor
Build their castles in the sky and our graves in the sewer
March to the door of power, camp day and night
And with the ink of revolution a new constitution write:
No more bombs and no more wars to which to send ‘em
For every new law a digital referendum
Basic income for all guaranteed
All debt liquidated, all political prisoners freed
No more fossil fuel, renewables instead
No more corporations giving MPs financial head
No more five years terms, no more squeezes on salary
And the total abolition of the Royal Family
Hamish Kamoshi © 2014
Brandish a banner in the wide windows
of your seasoned soul
look into the enduring eyes
of all you meet.
Let that banner read:
L.O.V.E
Hamish Kamoshi © 2014
No artist bankers
No artist management consultants
no artist frackers
More Artist Taxi Drivers
More artist youth workers
More artist nurses
More artist cleaners
Row calm on the waves of your insomnia
and paint the picture the stars stay lit
for your inner eye to see
and each thunderous vibration of every gentle
brush stroke
we the masses will feel
guiding us
into each other’s embrace.
Hamish Kamoshi © 2014
On the tightrope
between our hearts
we have to let our trust walk.
We should keep still in each other’s admiration
so it can stroll without a tumble.
Should it ever fall, we must place
a trampoline of forgiveness underneath
so it can bounce back up.
Hamish Kamoshi © 2014
I can’t cope with the fact I can’t cope
can’t feel the numbness I can’t feel
can’t hide the pain I can’ t hide
but
I hope one day I’ll have hope.
—
I’m holding on to barbed wire
to stop the razors of resentment
from cutting, bleeding me dry;
banging my head against a wall
to prevent my skull from fracturing,
jumping off a cliff to stop myself
taking my own life.
—
Sorrows never drown
because Memory is too fucking good at resuscitation.
—
I dig myself a hole
because I’m split in half
one way up, one way down
in-between a smile and frown
nothing to verb, just a hollow noun.
—
Burning my flesh to keep from feeling
that incinerating chill
crawling within my cells
sucking out my will.
—
Still I stand on a rotating circle,
always at square none,
giving up always,
always getting started never.
—
At the end of the old rope’s last thread
I’ve given up on everything,
even giving up itself.
—
There is, then, nothing left to do
but try one more time.
Hamish Kamoshi © 2014