Cleanse Me

I think that I need to focus on the main reason for setting this Blog up and concentrate on sharing my poetry. I am in a depressive state at the moment once again, In my mental health scale I would say Im at about 6 out of 10. Having PTSD and watching the news is a bad idea, but I cannot seem to ignore it or isolate from it. This was one of the reasons why the MOD tried to say that I am not avoiding War, I wrote a book about it for Christ’s sake, but that in the early days was a form of self counselling. It is very easy to get side tracked with news items, but I just wanted people to realise how difficult it is to live in the UK at the moment under this very oppressive Government, especially being ex Military its not very trendy. If you look at our country we have one of the worst rates of alcohol related illnesses in children in the world. We use the most cocaine in the whole of Europe. When you go out to socialise you are expected to get totally blind drunk. I believe that this Government is happy with this to continue, they do not really want young people taking an interest in politics. If Labour keep our youth constantly drunk and on drugs having sex like it going out of fashion then they will be in an altered state of mind. When their not pissed out their skulls they are watching the Government created soap operas like Coronation Street and East enders. We then throw in the reality shows like Big Brother and I’m a Celebrity get me out of here and X factor. We have become a Nation of spineless sheep who are drip fed this garbage on a daily basis. I liken the UK to the old Roman Empire, we are now in our death throws, there are still the Roman orgies, but throw in the mind bending drugs and the Nanny State bills they keep throwing at us and the Fat lady is about to sing over Old Albion…..Perhaps I should join them, “Anyone for a line of Coke?”
So its back to my poetry and this one Titled `Cleanse Me`

The above photo is the dead from the battle of Goose Green Falklands War R.I.P.



Wash away my hatred and black pain
Cleanse my soul of this earthly madness
Creator if you have created why?
Some sort of sick joke?
Death Oh how a comfort it becomes
To love to hate to Kill
You have had your fill
I bow at the feet of What?
Its comical even though it hurts
When all sense and reason become nothing more than an electric spark
To ignite another bout of angst
Rain lash these eyes that have laughed at the unfortunate
Ridiculed the weak
Is this my punishment?
Cleanse me let me sleep.




© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"