I am Richard Heley
I am an artist
I am a live performance painter
I am a songwriter
I am a story writer and poet
I am the sun's undertaker burying the dark
I am the softest concrete bunker waiting for my lover to lay down
I am the desperate, the needy, the hungry and dispossessed,
I'm the charming, the greedy, the enlightened excess
I am the soup kitchen handout, the starving millions, the compassion of
charity.
I am the corporate bankers accumulating worries,
I am the wealth creators and job opportunities for small time criminals.
I am the oil barons pillaging and raping the planet,
I'm the fool with the tools creating  toxic fumes that are inhaled by my
family
I am Jesus at the hardware store buying nails
I am desire window shopping for a nice millstone
I am flowers and nerve gas, ripening fruit and worms gleaning the bones 
I am the holocaust and gas chambers
I am the pain of labour and the miracle of a  baby
I am a child stolen from innocence
I am the poet writing a line round his neck as he falls and hanging on
by a thread
I am the wonder of technology, iron lungs and x-ray machines,
I am herbal medicine and a cure for polio,
I am smart bombs and ugly intentions.
I am passion with my lover, paid sex behind the garbage cans, unwrapped
penises and unwanted children,
I am porn magazines, overpopulation and sexually transmitted radio waves,
I am subliminal advertising things go better with  the birth of a new
political movement.
I am the community working for each other, ripping off  neighbours,
begging to be forgiven,
I am crack houses and heroin chic,
I am thick thoughts and thin layers hanging around street corners trying
to buy time
I am the choir in a bingo hall singing for redemption and praying  the
numbers come up,
I am the tax collector offering exemptions, stamp collections, instant
lottery winnings
and warm blankets covering layers of self deceit,
I am the unfolding beauty of youth watching the face fold with age
I am lions, vultures, policemen, and birds of prey, 
I am perfectly rounded silicone nipples sucked by solicitors.
I am the lover that slaughtered its death
I am illusion conceived of itself
I am my own jailer, who else can set me free?
I move all existence everytime that I breathe
I am uniqueness that has no alone
I am the seed in the breast of the bomb
I am what might have been seen to be done
I am the life, watching the life go on.