Speed Dating

Speed Dating

I come here to find you, not you who shall hold me prisoner to your designs of love but you who know love is just a word for a box of treasures that are different each time you take a look inside. I come to find you who understands that love is not a deed of ownership but a deeper journey shared between souls. I seek not love, but a connection like tectonic plates finally coming back together to reunite an entire continent.

I seek a woman who has no need for love yet chooses to be a part of its journey, allowing me to love and worship by my own heart and not be held accountable by the expectations of your own. I seek a woman who will love to not fill an empty void inside her but to expand the space around her. I seek a woman who will love not in fear of being alone but in confidence of the gifts she has to share. I am looking for the one who shall let me love her for who she is and can be, not freeze each other in time because we fear change. One who shall dance upon the moment and not stand to dwell on what might be lost in the next.

I seek a woman who understands the need a soul has from freedom, expression and growth. The field of life must always be open and unguarded. Fences and borders turn a friend into a slave and a relationship into a hostage negotiation. I seek a women who throws stereotype to the starving, choosing instead to live by the awareness that the understanding and acceptance of individuality is the antidote for the few contaminated souls that scar a sex, race, culture, faith and humanity.

I seek a woman who shall not condemn me for speaking softly should you tumble through thorns or for speaking harshly should you bathe in clouds. I seek you who shall be comfortable being wrong even when you are right, safe in the knowledge that truth is relative to the believers journey. I seek a woman who understands my pain before I do and shall catch my tears before they hit the ground. I seek a women who will let me cry on their behalf but is willing to carry the pain equally. For we should be two individuals as one, separate in existence but together in time. Living and growing through the combined experience of our souls and always encouraging growth.

Please let these words flow through the reservoir of humanity to the ocean that I must believe exists in the heart of you. I must believe that you are out there, longing for me as i long for you. So with every breach of my heart I must retain faith that it was just a damn blocking the flow to you. So release the waters and let them carry me to you, through their rapids and falls I shall tumble until I land in your embrace. I will find you, I will find you.

Autumn

I refuse to feel this
I will mourn the stone
Not what lies beneath
I will not feel this

As the pain builds
With the days that increase
The force of my resistance
Only adds to the ease of my breaking

I have hardly any leaves left to fall
As the rot of autumn fills the air
I walk belonging through this field of the dead
Casting circles unitl my final resting place is found

Such wasted hope and faith
Even the strongest structures erode with time
Now I chase shadows in the ruins that remain
Haunted by the echoes of songs long since lost

I admit that I am jealous
Not of your love for him
But for that you are happy
And I am not the cause

No longer is it mine to witness,
Your rise, your falls, your touch, smile and laughter
Never even mine again to make certain
Your happy in each moment of my sadness

But I will not feel this
I can neither afford or allow
I have no more leaves left to fall
As the rot of another winter fills the air


copyright Mark Anthony Games / Diary Of A Broken Child. 2011

Speed Dating

I come here to find you, not you who shall hold me prisoner to your designs of love but you who know love is just a word for a box of treasures that are different each time you take a look inside. I come to find you who understands that love is not a deed of ownership but a deeper journey shared between souls. I seek not love, but a connection like tectonic plates finally coming back together to reunite an entire continent.

I seek a woman who has no need for love yet chooses to be a part of its journey, allowing me to love and worship by my own heart and not be held accountable by the expectations of your own. I seek a woman who will love to not fill an empty void inside her but to expand the space around her. I seek a woman who will love not in fear of being alone but in confidence of the gifts she has to share. I am looking for the one who shall let me love her for who she is and can be, not freeze each other in time because we fear change. One who shall dance upon the moment and not stand to dwell on what might be lost in the next.

I seek a woman who understands the need a soul has from freedom, expression and growth. The field of life must always be open and unguarded. Fences and borders turn a friend into a slave and a relationship into a hostage negotiation. I seek a women who throws stereotype to the starving, choosing instead to live by the awareness that the understanding and acceptance of individuality is the antidote for the few contaminated souls that scar a sex, race, culture, faith and humanity.

I seek a woman who shall not condemn me for speaking softly should you tumble through thorns or for speaking harshly should you bathe in clouds. I seek you who shall be comfortable being wrong even when you are right, safe in the knowledge that truth is relative to the believers journey. I seek a woman who understands my pain before I do and shall catch my tears before they hit the ground. I seek a women who will let me cry on their behalf but is willing to carry the pain equally. For we should be two individuals as one, separate in existence but together in time. Living and growing through the combined experience of our souls and always encouraging growth.

Please let these words flow through the reservoir of humanity to the ocean that I must believe exists in the heart of you. I must believe that you are out there, longing for me as i long for you. So with every breach of my heart I must retain faith that it was just a damn blocking the flow to you. So release the waters and let them carry me to you, through their rapids and falls I shall tumble until I land in your embrace. I will find you, I will find you.

Songs 'Missing you' and 'Wasting time'

I am about to undergo a new project which includes putting music to some of my songs, these are first two for the experiment,

'Missing You'

The stars are shining so bright
Shining down upon me
Like your eyes used to do
Oh I miss you baby

I Can feel the cold night
Wrapping around me
Like your arms used to do
Oh I miss you babe

Oh I miss you
And all the things we used to do
And I miss us babe
Dont wanna find nobody new
Cos I's still miss ya babe

I can feel the the sun rise
Warming my soul
like your kiss used to do
Oh I miss you babe

I can feel such empty space
Where your love used to surround me
Oh I miss you baby

[CHORUS]

Copyright, Human Voice 2011.

'WASTING TIME'

We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you

You got such a beautiful face
You got such a beautiful smile
You got such a beautiful soul
Damn girl, you got so much beauty go'in on

Don’t care if we’re just wasting time
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I like wasting time with you
Hell I’d like to waste my life with you

I know you got a man back home
I do feel guilty about it
I know this heart won’t forgive me
If we don’t waste some time

We’re just wasting time
And I’m pretty pleased about it
Come on lets waste some time
Cos I love wasting time with you
Oh baby I love wasting time with you

Hell I’d love to waste time you
Oh girl I love wasting time with you
Come on girl waste my life away
Ain’t got nothing better to do
So come on lets waste some time

Copyright, Human Voice 2011.

World peace.

I have every sympathy for the Jewish state of Israel, but if we are going to grant land to religious faiths lets give England back to the pagans, then the rest of us who are forced outside its borders might understand the Palestinians plight. As you give your speech today Obama remember that Americas government are occupying foreign territory, going to give America back to the Native Americans are you? When will we learn that as humans we share a masive home, called earth why shelter behind walls and cower in fear of differance.

World borders are nothing but paddocks, we graze like sheep in our governments field. Keep standing up for what you believe in because truth spreads like a forrest fire. Lets tear down these walls of denial and learn to read each others souls and live in peace, instead of reading religous texts and defending our inherited faiths with blood and ignorance.

Mark Anthony Games 20/05/11

NO BORDERS

This is my earth
I inherited it upon my birth
So no person holds the right to place borders
Then to tell me where I can and cannot go

Freedom of speech dissolved because the truth is variant
Feel free to say what you want,
Unless you are going to say something that may offend
Freedom of movement dependant on a birth place lottery

When did we exchange freedom for immunity of blame?
Handing our power to an elected few who's lives are lived by others
Society now blindly following behind, free from any responsibility
Grazing inside borders like sheep in their masters paddock

Inheriting a massive world upon birth
Yet forced to stand still or become an immigrant
Yet we do not own this land, who are we to direct the flow
Self imposed prisons through crimes of intolerance and ignorance

Look at the masses, our heads and eyes hung down
Nothing I can do, it’s this world that’s to blame
Yet now we are learning that one voice can create a million echoes
And truth spreads like a forest fire

The eradication of borders would bring utopia so close
Humanity is too immature though to ever take this step
We are still too focused on the pursuit of self-gain and preservation
Too damn ignorant to the larger impact of our bodies and voice

This is the peoples earth
Stolen away from us by our fears and selfishness
Our beautiful wings of life
Clipped by the very people whom we made our masters

We had been given hearing, we chose not to listen
We had been given sight, we chose to close our eyes
We had been given consciousness, we chose denial
We had been given life, we chose existence

Borders and Governments bring about the wars we suffer
Intolerant to difference, understanding and sharing
Too many following a religion that tells them what to believe
No thought for self creation

We are a kept society
Fed plump on lies and disinformation
This was our earth
And now we are struggling to simply afford the rent


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Dear Friend

A smile, just your smile
Penetrates deep into my soul
and destroys the negativity in me
that always pulls my smile down

A laugh, just a laugh
Resonates deep into the empty chasm of my soul
It echoes so very loud and fills me
This allows me to love you my friend

Your smile, your laugh
Is always there when I need someone
And your always there ready to be my someone
I could never wish for a better friend

A friend, just a friend
No, so much more than a friend
Our souls speak without words
Your my guide, my council, my guardian angel

Honoured, just honoured
Just to know you is an honour
Yet I am able to call you my friend
And for this I am truly blessed

Copyright 2005, the Human Voice

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THE BEGGERS PLEA

There is no humanity in a life lived at waist height. You think I am homeless because I am a drug addict; I am a drug addict because I am homeless. How else should I suffer the shame and ridicule projected on to my soul by the eyes of those who cannot even afford a smile, let alone their spare change. You don’t even look at me as you close your senses and build an image of my failures in your mind. How dare you make up your mind about me, I have spent my entire life asking questions and I still have no idea who I am. I am the shinning sun obscured by clouds, I am the child’s laugh muffled by the hand of society. I am a different species every single day. I could learn and evolve with every blink of my eyes if I were allowed to see. How dare you make your mind about me and then freeze me in time.

Your drug is possessions; it gives you distractions from the noise of the meaninglessness in your life. Mine; well it takes my pain away as I sit slumped, defeated and discarded in my door way bed, being reminded every day that there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.
Would you still be so quick to judge if you were to walk in, well, what is left of my shoes. Could you take the utter fear that engulfs every time your stomach rumbles, because you know you only have two choices. You can head out into the mine field of emotions and insults as you beg for the right to eat knowing you will only end up at your second choice, pulling out discarded food from bins.The line is thin between you and I, that‘s why you cannot stand to look upon me. All it takes is one wrong turn, one bad choice. We are all just an echo of the people around us, keeping the sounds of comfort alive. When that echo fades your just an empty canyon that souls end up walking around to avoid joining you at the bottom.

Why should you look at me, what have I done to deserve your compassion. I am sorry for letting my despair disturb your day as you walk like a penguin to stop your spare change rattling. So on behalf of the fallen and the falling let me apologise to you for turning your streets into muddy fields. I guess people like me deserve to be where we are, after all we could just go get a job. I left it too late to ask for help and now I can’t get it. Your desperation is close to mine if you are such a slave to your last penny. You know your soul is dry and sparks fly when two souls rub together and you’re scared of catching fire. Well I have crashed and burned but every time you finger down the declining decimals of your currency you’re counting down to your own combustion. Very soon you will see for yourself, there is no humanity in a life lived at waist height.

©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2010. All Rights Reserved