"Saremo una squadra di diavoli. I nostri colori saranno il rosso come il fuoco e il nero come la paura che incuteremo agli avversari."
— 1899, Herbert Kilpin[17][18]
I dance among the Lily’s, the aromatic scent recalling the day that your love last went, no truth or lie, the scent lingers long, though I cannot recall the memory of our song,
The sheep flock on the hill in pastures anew, the hunger of the wolf, means no one is eating stew, mist rises up direct from the east, a full moon tonight quip’s terror from the beast
Tracks run on far, too far to see, a trudging of a boy who lives in fantasy, the strength of the wind blows a storm across the land, a creaking broken roof brings death to the man
Lightening catch the fish, yet the anglers very far, exploding power towers have landed on his car, he lay there frozen stiff, wrapped with his belt, while electric powers sparking his dashboard does melt.
Trees around fall, the womans feeling small, her heart is up for claim and she wishes to live again, the shack that she is within spins to lose or win, rain is pelting down, she’s in need of a friend, yet it is a shame, she has o friend to send.
The storm passes by, still he struggles on, weak at the knees, the once good friends have gone, hands are stiffened with bitter twisted vines, it’s too long to continue on in a chilled ugly life, without his best friend, his one departed wife.
Beware foolish ghouls that attack you in your sleep, the tragedy of lost souls, a secret they may keep,
Beware little rascals with talons on their feet, cleverly disguised as children, laughing as you weep,
Tormented crying babies, within evil lurks, men that snipe with anger, narcissistic jerks
Beware the rich and powerful, anger they will wield, reaping a failed stock of corn in their thousand acre field
Evil fortune bring it in, “our neighbour and our friend” they sing, the colleague of intentions poor, a little crazy, pretentiously poor, poisoning thought…‘what’s it for’
Beware a trail of heartache for history alas gone since, suicidal thoughts we have a lie and a sin, heal a soul daily with a prayer and a little gin.
No matter where you are, what you are doing or how busy…STOP!, walk outside, look at the view or the trees, the bird in the air, or simply the sky, take a moment, absorb all, close your eyes & breathe
Don’t box me in, shout or holla
Don’t fight my love or grab my collar
Dont swear out loud or call me fat
Dont ridicule my words or cause a spat
Release a dream then let it go
Catch deceit then tell it no
Try to sleep, the hurt will go
the cure you see, is to let it be
take a rest then wait and see
Catch a minute of breath or calm
To start again will cause no harm.
It’s just a tattoo on my arm
For you see I had nothing but the wilful rejection of heartache, I left without thought, yet if I stayed I would have been laid to rest, my old friends are past, giving all to the last, lots of love with plenty of graft, god forgive the sharpened thorns that slash within clasp, evil are ruins of once darkened preparations casting thy eye to the devil in the reflective glass.
The remainders barely alive, surrounded by the likened clutching of haunted demons from guidance by satan thus sailing the ship into the dark, there will be no return for the bedraggled souls wherein’ to cast their mark, nay’ I have been given a piece of heaven, the joy of freedom airs the almighty god of love, I pray in thanks to Jesus for the forgiveness from above, haunted from a hurt that will endure, through and last, yet protected by his grace, true, loyal and steadfast.
Psalm 115:1
Not to us, O Lord, not to us,
But to Your name give glory
Because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth.
To quote, ‘love lasts forever’, tho' the strength of a strong vibrant flower weakens with a gasp of air, along with its fragility dies thus’ bringing it to an end and fateful demise, I grudgingly accept, ye’ will know of no such cause, till it unfolds an unnatural cause, passionately I kiss thee, thy feelings are unknown, o’ torment to be left forlorn, condemned ‘to have this desire for all, though in my fragile mind, Tis’ tainted, for I will love thee always, my heart will endure til’ the bitter finality of endured time, perhaps on’
A bad choice at my time of life, obtuse to the core, I should have been wise, exclude the history of all good and done, an error of judgement that just, was not fun, the cracks are showing, a mental breakdown, I’ll live to regret the moment it begun.
Don’t shoot the breeze, for it has done no harm
Fill the world with forgiveness, Love, Joy and calm.
A gentle breeze strokes my face on a warm summer evening, reminding me at once of a memory and the flick of your hair tied with white satin lace, It was as real as if I had been touched gently by a ghost, sending a shiver through my soul by the presence of a loving host, time changing as I step through the Bermuda Triangle, I am once again ambling slowly, there are children laughing at my fragility, for I am old and still very much alone.
Light emitting diode, spinning entangled ray, secret of DNA in the nuclear fusion fight, splitting causes division as negative power of force, fading to non existence, a darkened dimming course.
Plasma combination, led rayed sight, encapsulated nuclear heat in shells of micro might, cross hair strands particles of gas, injected as stars in a millimetre mass, the higher revolution twisting, turning high, a volcanic class a million miles high
Despise the shame of it, embarrassment accompanied with narcissism, oh to be fool at the realm, transparency without the remorse, a belligerent PM born with wealth of course, why of course ?
Climb up the hill, deny the chance to fall, work hard wearing your comfortable wool, keep close to the pack, not returneth thee to slack, weigh down the burdened sack, a sad sheep shall lie on its back.
Waking at five in the morning, peaceful tranquility, not a sound to disturb sleeping butterflies, here I am alone, disturbed no compensation for hardly any shutterbies, the trickle of an over zealous pump from my fish, yet still I wish, a desire, only to be cured with a loving kiss.
Six o’clock the birds sing a song of wake, collecting my jacket off the hook, I shake, resembling a man who’s spirit is ready to amalgamate another day with good intentions, still dormant from the hard floor of redemption, still away I go, leaving the quietness of my life.
However strong, the change is too long, my hearts desire is to be at home once again, missing the precious moments that I am within your life, my companion, my love, I dare say, my wife, incorporating the chase, at five.
Too long the song is mellow and sad, aching to dance lively with fun, a little fad, frequently the chance to move near In keeniss, I jerk for a minute to the awkward obscene jingle of the beat, until I collapse in a seat, retiring for the evening.
Weekend walking incorporating all the colours of my desire, deep red sky warns of danger to come, pleasant none the less, a peace unknown for some, while walking through the crested path gravel underfoot, I spoke to the little red breasted Robin, he rested close, baying for my attention or maybe for a pose, I will never know
