No home for a fairy

No home for a fairy, originally uploaded by Human*Bean.

There is no room in our hearts for a fairy
The world is bleak, cold and scarey
Landscaped gardens, grey concrete streets
No more enchantment will you meet
Left out in the cold, growing old
No more stories to be told
Televisions, gadgets and computer games
A lifestyle that will rot your brains
No time left for magic and imagination
We're growing into a cold, selfish nation
So if you find you're all alone
Why not make your heart a fairy home

Money Is The Reason - A Poem

Money is the reason
The world is raped dry
A consuming monster
That will make the world die

Money is the reason
There is so much greed
Indulged by the privileged
When there are people in need

Money is the reason
You are only worth its sum
If you don't have any
Then you're called scum

Money is the reason
There are unnecessary deaths
Stolen from your very hand
As you take your last breath

Money is the reason
People are torn apart
Following incentives
Instead of following the heart

Money is the reason
There are people like me
Who'd rather see it burn
And set the world free


It's funny I wrote this a couple of years ago and realised how anti-capitalist it makes me sound. I'm not anti-capitalist at all, but I felt inspired to write this because of the way some people view money and do things for money that they wouldn't otherwise. After all money is just bits of paper.

Break free from TV

Break free from TV, originally uploaded by Human*Bean.

Last year while out on a walk on the moors, I came across a smashed up television. I thought it would make a great picture, so I took a few. At the time I had got rid of my TV licence in protest of the really dumbed down crap programming, and for ruining Dr Who. I am glad to say I have not watched it since.

I decided to digitally alter one of the photo's and this is the result. Burn TV Burn, and break free and find more entertainment in reality. That's why I'm online now. At least the internet is interactive and not just a propaganda box to feed us bullshit everyday. The TV is no longer the God of the masses, there are better things to do.

It reminds me of a brilliant song by the beatnigs. TV the drug of the nation

The Foolish Heart A Poem

Longing for a sweet embrace
Seeking warmth from burning fires
Buying into fake ideals
Walking blindly into men's desires

Falling into a fatal trap
Accepting offers from a decaying mind
Being lured into a world of pain
Following thoughts of a heart so blind

Smelling sickly remains of a sordid moment
Tasting the dust of a bitter thought
Drowning out pain in a pool of poison
Repeating the cycle in which you are caught

Mental Illness A poem

If I was not pushed
I would not fall
If I was not strangled
By hands so cruel
If I was no given
A life so bleak
And all this abuse
I would not need to speak
If I was not dealt
This terrible hand
Maybe I wouldn’t empathise
I just wouldn’t understand
Why am I labelled?
With words so untrue
If it happened to you
Then you would be labelled too
All you who’ve had
A happy life
With loving parents
Friends, husband and wife
I forgive you
For hating me
Because you don’t understand
The blackness in me