Saturday 30 November 2013

Britain's Ancient Law (learn from the past oh government)

This day new born,
long living sun,
immortal smiling light,
new grinding gauntlet run.
Left limping country lane,
limping right turn town,
modern pointless must,
face returns the smoggy frown,
fumes of rushing race,
island struggles not to drown.
Morning news began vile muse,
I am become vexation's freak,
try not to light petulance fuse,
synonym's ill tempered pique,
argue licentia vatum,
anger's ill verse doth speak.
Pick up a paper,
put it back,
always somewhere,
someone's attack,
paper pushing hate dealers,
publicise some morals slack.
Happily then friends are seen,
many races of one nation,
hopeful thought begins to gleam,
this kingdom of acceptance,
Albion's ancient dream.
Here where multiculture works,
heed not scare monger fear,
crush intolerance with truth,
again our duty clear,
it's hate Britain won't tolerate,
this island's heart is dear.
So on this day that shines,
not all is as you see,
we are fired up and angry,
not with each other but with thee,
there is a line don't cross it,
or you'll see then what is meant,
by don't fuck with 'WE THE PEOPLE',
you're just a few in government,
true democracy must return,
lest from you all power is rent.
The fire of your own making burns,
anger with each other, just a vent,
make no mistake the tide will turn,
upon you our eye is bent,
law of our forebears will return,
ancient message, modern sent.



I am exercising my freedom of speech and not inciting rebellion.
Papers preach violence between faiths whose entire structures are founded on peace.
Christians, Muslims and nearly all other religion at some point speaks of  the acceptance of the beliefs of others, of respect between all regardless of race, religion, colour or creed, don't let the twists of greed sent by those in power to influence the true and original message of all of our prophets confuse you and turn you into what you are not, all people are created equal. The vast majority of us are more good than bad.
Peace, Love, Acceptance, Charity, Understanding, Brother and Sisterhood working to a common goal, a better way for humanity. Pride and the need to express personal and cultural opinion is fine as long as it does not become the sort of pride that leads to ignorance of others, hate for the ideals of others and the sense of self worth over others. Pride leading to vanity or pride leading to forcing your beliefs on others is in every faith a sin. NOWHERE does it say in ANY religion's teachings that it's a sin to respect the beliefs of others. You don't have to follow another persons beliefs to respect them. If they are reaching the same end by a different road, let them, live and let live. Great Britain, to all of you out there that think you own the place (I'm genetically proven to be of ancient British stock by the way, that means first nation British to any that do not understand) has been colonised since the dawn of mankind, the British public has been made up of the blood of this entire world for longer than recorded history, that is why multiculturalism works better here than anywhere else in the world, most of the British public know this and are proud to have been made strong this way, I would advise the trouble making minority to keep that in mind. 


Peace In All




Saturday 23 November 2013

Contemplation Of The Sands

Desert blown mystic mist,
tumbling sands of roving sun,
shadows tell your passing,
with dunes though never one.

The grain upon a lizard tail,
tales of reptile life,
brushed to killing hawk feathers,
gecko blood on beak like knife.

Soaring sand child seaward,
drop from thermal height,
roll among the mighty waves,
be part of oceans might.

Stuck upon a surfer,
sliding clean into the blue,
ride a wetsuit hanging car,
shimmer in sunshine I saw you.

Contemplation of the sands,
music of the traveled few,
captured second of the eye,
poetry's unraveled view.

©D.N.Read 2013


Peace In All

Tuesday 19 November 2013

Serendipity Frozen

They gather high,
this frozen night,
in wind trees sigh,
just out of sight.

The scented air,
chilling bones,
the path we dare,
leaving our homes.

Daunting clouds,
rolling forth,
the first one seen,
by light of torch.

Water's wayward,
form crystalline,
white ice feathers,
natural design.

Whipped with wind,
under our peeks,
brim no protection,
faces they seek.

They bring our smiles,
a warm heart grows,
the dark nights bright,
each time it snows.

Foolish dark fear,
taken away,
evening's landscape,
seen as strange day.

We wander far,
fur stops the bite,
serendipity frozen,
in memory's sight.

©D.N. Read 2013


Peace In All

Wednesday 6 November 2013

Hello, I hope you enjoyed the last painting I posted. Here is another. The 11th of November is on the way and as such it always makes me think and respectfully remember those who fell for their countries and those who continue to do so. I painted this, 'Where ever he goes the Poppy's grow'. Don't forget your poppy's good people.


Peace In All