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don’t feel less the man

  Less what others say I am

  And no one stabs at me

  Tears at flesh they cannot see

  For I am lifted higher

  Far from burdened mire

  In the Great unknown

  Where's my paradise home

  And my Loves past

  The memories that last

  Would walk by my side

  Become my spirit guide

  This unreasoned age

  Would no longer cage

  My ability to fly

  To touch the living sky

  But can you understand

  The need of a foreign land

  That is a paradise home

  Where my spirits flown

  David Papa-Adams (C) all rights reserved 2008

  Thank you Jesus

  I saw Heavens Kingdom

  And found Jesus there

  He said its brotherly love

  That made you want to care

  And those desperate trials

  That brought you deep despair

  Are forgotten here in heaven

  Where all choose to care

  He said

  When you were alone

  I always stood there

  So now forget the trials

  The burdens that you bear

  For in Heavens kingdom

  No one stands alone

  We are all at peace

  In our one true home

  And as for loves lost

  Those that past away

  Never suffer winter’s frost

  Or have a bad day

  You’ll find them all here

  And others that you know

  So do not shed a tear

  For the places people go

  David Papa-Adams © 2011 All rights reserved

  Conspiracy Theory or bust?

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  To make the world more just

  But many are muted

  The world is polluted

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  I'm telling you it's a must

  Are aliens real, I cannot deal

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Chemtrails or pixie dust

  Above the yard

  The air I breaths hard

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  So many are truly fussed

  By the horrors they see

  Please don't happen to me

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Everyone seems so rushed

  Who knows what's crazy

  When things are so hazy

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Hollow earth beneath the crust

  This mantra I'm solving

  My head keeps revolving

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  GM foods we should discuss

  Or that the world's hacked

  And everyone's tracked

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Have any got life sussed

  I'm inundated by information

  I hear aliens are invading

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  I don't know who to trust

  All want to be right

  So who's seen the light?

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Leaves a strange sort of musk

  None know what's true

  Well that's nothing new

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  I do feel concussed

  Everyone's confusing

  Is it drugs they're using?

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  There's a genuine lust

  To know what's restricted

  I think I'm addicted

  Conspiracy theory or bust

  David Papa-Adams (C) 2013 All rights reserved

  Bang went the Drum

  Bang went the drum

  When it all begun

  I’m willing to die

  For everyone

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  To blistering blazing blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  In World War one

  Battle cry bullets hum

  Bang went the drum

  In a Flanders field

  Bodies torn others killed

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  To blistering blazing blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  As the soldiers run

  Straight to their death

  Is there anything left?

  Bang went the drum

  As the soldiers run

  Straight into hell

  Where others fell

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  To blistering blazing blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  At the battle of the Somme

  Sixty thousand now long gone

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  Surely at eighteen

  I am too young

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  To blistering blazing blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  Oh my God

  I think I’ve killed someone

  Bang went the drum

  At the battle of the Somme

  No way to run

  When your legs are gone

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  To blistering blazing blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  As smoke fills the air

  No good breathing

  If your lungs aren’t there

  Bang went the drum

  And the sound of the gun

  Don’t wanna die

  Just wanna run

  Bang went the drum

  And the Sound of the gun

  To Blistering Blazing Blinding fun

  Bang went the drum

  Bang went the drum

  Bang

  David Papa-Adams © 1998 all rights reserved

  Love?

  Is love a simmering heat

  That attacks you in your prime

  Or is it a lightning strike

  That doesn’t diminish with time

  Is it told in Shakespeare’s sonnets?

  As something youth can find

  Or does it jibber and quake

  This reversal of the mind

  Or is it some special mystery

  Like seeking the Holy Grail

  Or is it a sinking ship

  Where everyone has to bail

  Is it a passing comet?

  That lights up the evening sky

  Or is it a seething torrent

  A down pour from on high

  Does it whisper to you at night?

  In the arms of someone you love

  Or does it freak you out

  To hear voices from above

  Does it sometimes appear?

  Like a fairy in the night

  Only to steal your teeth

  Surely that cannot be right

  Or is it a simple fable

  About a simple man

  A story with Clark Gable

  Who doesn’t give a damn

  Whatever it is it confuses

  Everyone it's ever met

  And often simply abuses

  Ideas that are deep set

  So perhaps we should accept

  It will conquer us all
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  Unless of course like me

  You hide when it comes to call

  David Papa-Adams © 2012 all rights reserved

  Good to go?

  Am I really good to go?

  This the only end I know

  There’s a monument of stone

  You are never left alone

  The words in loving memory

  Suggest some pious sanctity

  And people lie side by side

  Such company when you’ve died

  Someone really cares for you

  Relationships are built anew

  And don’t speak ill of the dead

  When they lie in sunken bed

  Surely it’s only when they live

  Those harsher words you should give

  But death deserves such finery

  And loved ones given sympathy

  I am sorry for your loss

  Was he really a good boss?

  And others say are you alright

  At least he died in the night

  So good then that you came

  Offered some sweet refrain

  He would admire what’s said

  If only he were not dead

  But the dead deserve some grace

  So I should get off their case

  And let them all sleep in peace

  While relatives chase what they can fleece

  So I guess it must be said

  When you’re all good and dead

  It is the only time you will hear

  Good words spoken in your ear

  And yet I know the reason why

  Good things come to those that die

  After death you threaten not

  What in life others have got

  And intolerance chases all

  Makes acts unknowingly cruel

  And jealousy and hurtful pride

  Are left behind when you’ve died

  What a shame it ends that way

  With empty words left to stay

  Surely it’s much better served

  If in life you have a caring word

  And all those that say I’m wrong

  Don’t praise or make them strong

  For they keep Love to themselves

  And deserve the darkness where it dwells

  David Papa-Adams © 2011 All rights reserved

  What a Lump

  They said it’s just a hernia

  This bump at my side

  A strange kind of disturbia

  That seems therein to hide

  The children have named it

  Like some little friend

  I have to admire their wit

  Though I’m at my wits end

  It appeared one day

  This strange unholy lump

  So I’ll exercise it away

  And gone will be my bump

  If any should come and ask

  Why it has suddenly gone

  I’ll tell them it was a farce

  A right old carry on

  Oh what a lump

  That’s past me by

  A super speed hump

  That simply had to die

  So there’s a fitting end

  And I can breathe a sigh

  I’m glad it found a friend

  With that great lump in the sky

  My bodies back to normal

  Or so the children say

  There's a bump in my middle

  That will never go away

  David Papa-Adams © 2011

  Holocaust - Into the Dark

  I see what happened it opened my eyes

  The ground’s washed with black red dyes

  People masked, air choking thick with hate

  I wish to be blind, but blindness comes too late

  The sun gagged, veiled, fumed clouds

  The dead wrapped in unholy