The song I sing

I listened to a song that spoke to me of life

I listened to the words again so I could hear them twice

It spoke to me of feelings, to where I once belonged

The words I heard were so surreal that's why I sing this song

I'll sing it till its way past time, it has a pleasant tune, I hope you'll sing along with me all until it's half past noon

Through golden hills and meadows 

Souls are bound and gagged

The whistling of the branches 

Screams of ghosts and hags

Sending in the horrors of wolves that howl from hell the devil rides upon the waves of souls cast down to dwell

listen to my song it may not have a face

Be happy when you sing of life and not one of disgrace

Be clear what you believe in or what tempts you from the truth, don't take the things they have you take or may destroy your youth.

If I had another chance I'd do it all again

Excluding out some bad results from dabbling in the rain.

So live a happy carefree life, be good for on and on, your days will be kind for you for evermore and on. 

Off I go to write a verse for next years melody, a song that speaks of my sweet life and one that's meant to be. I hope you live your own lives with nurtured sweetened throng to write the words and music to sing your own great song.

American Sniper

A Pacifist I am, could not hurt a fly 

I abhor violence as an emotion I cry

though as a rule in general adhere to the light, keep the faith of Jesus as every fight of right, there was a man I believe that it's true 

Chris Kyle a man of faith too

He kept his eye on the target through short range and long, very narrow minded and held his breath so strong

Each shot he had taken took a persons life, thinking all the time of his children and his wife, saving fellow countrymen from a incendiary, grenade or bullet 

Americans should be proud for every man serving in it.

Sadly he died doing what he loved

Helping wounded soldiers recover from the horror of war, leaving them with nightmares from the things that they saw.

A sadness I disagree with fighting wars for political gain, yet without the strength of Chris Kyle some lives would not have been the same.

Instead of sending men to war give peace a chance, have another dance

God bless America, England and France. 

Walks with me

The depth of it I don't understand

Controlling every thought within my brain

Paranoia from a sense of doom

Sometimes high, most of the time low

Never mind if it's all the same

I'll go back and start again

I see the corruption in every twist

A negative thought and a haloed kiss

The feeling good, over to soon

The sun has gone it's dark, sad

all that's left is the shadow of the moon

I walk alone along my path

I often cry and seldom laugh

am I the only one left to feel this way

No one listens long enough to hear my say, no one cares enough to feel

Follows my solitude with a Devils kill

Into the mortuary I will go one day

A dark little chapel, a final say

It would not be if it were up to me

My final heart would be beneath a tree

With birds wooing and calling their loves

A musical chorus from above

Peace from this depression

No more will I see the evil in life

The hatred from brothers in arms

Right wing atrocity, a race of 

velocity to gain the power of murderous fate, big tall fence, a hardened Gate, 

Scrape bloody fingers on the wall

I'll never be  part of it at all. 

Hallelujah, res ipsa loquitur, respice finem,

things speak for themselves, look back at the end, forget all the past hatred will not mend, darkened spirits descend to hell

resurgam in aeternum forever my friend.

Gloucestershire heaven

It encapsulates you, draws your breath and becomes part of your soul

Such beauty a luscious green, rolling hills continuously ecclesiastically pastoral 

Such beauty as never before seen

meticulously flowing as part of a wondrous landscape then underneath lies a soddy mire

Indiscriminately laid bare as if a feast before our very eyes desperately feeding a calm desire

River runs clear through the forest track

Inspirational rush on a dead mans back

trodden over for a thousand years 

gone so long are the pain and the tears

The cinders path you used to tread

now laid out from the bones of the dead 

Grand old mansion so proudly built 

From the stones around set laid back

All succumb to this beautiful place

This fabulous, wonderful land of grace.

Not Me

If each and every one of us had a fault an  oddity of some strange behaviour or persuasion, would we be open for every person to see or would we hide behind something that we are good at ? For it would be inexplicable to allow any one person in, to see us without our make up, our sensitivity hidden beneath a hard shelled exterior.

What would you say if I told you.

Every gay man or woman feels

Every black man or woman crys

Every foreigner loves

Every ugly man or woman is loved

Every poor man or woman suffers

Every disabled man or woman are human

Every man or woman alive today, be it friends, family or colleagues have at least one of the differences above, faced by persecution and hatred by other people, all due to an inability to accept someone different from ourselves.

Take a long inward look at yourself today, accept that you are what you are and accept others for what they are.

Find the humanity in you, be kind to all and open about your own inadequacies.

God Bless You.

Christmas 2014

There was a special boy born over 2000 years ago called 'the Saviour'

The baby was so special that three wealthy Wise men with gifts were guided to the manger where he lay.

There was a very powerful king named 'King Herod' He was so scared of this little baby that he sent soldiers to kill every first born, not so powerful after all. of course the baby survived.

As every father and mother knows a baby is so much a miracle as my children were to me, one day there is nothing then the next day a miracle is placed before your eyes in the form of your own child.

I know I wept at the amazing beauty of my little children. So imagine how Mary felt with no home, about to give labour, was she scared, she was probably horrified.

At this Christmas please give a thought for all the little baby's being born to parents that do not know how they are going to survive, due to poor circumstance or where they are going to live and give a thought for 'Jesus Christ' who was that child, he grew up to be the most powerful man that has ever lived not by murdering or controlling people but by loving, just loving, he gave his life up at a young age, so that we could all live forever. Thank god.

Io Ci Saro

A voice moved from within

to feel absorbed captivated and passionate, I heard your song with a heartfelt emotion, pure devotion

Translation of a saint required to perceive the language in which you sang

Though I wish time would come to a standstill so as to unravel the object of the songs desire lay bare and open for the world to see it releasing a host from gravity, lifting it off the ground to set a spirit free. Tragic yet elated once again feel the warmth of a rare pounding 

mourning the travesty of a broken heart

that one never had the wish to depart 

The song spoke of a feeling, stupefied mourning, an awareness to regurgitate heartfelt troubles deeply broken by the sound of silence as the vocal basting came to an erupt finish waking with a start, grabbing the steering adjusting and continuing a long an arduous journey home to you once again for the dance of life to erupt evermore on.

Hebrews 9:28

So Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. 

Secret to never being broke

Payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do

go to the movies or maybe a pub to buy a drink or two, get me some candy in the local liquor store 

drown out my sorrows from the night before 

or lay in bed until my back is sore 

fighting the pillows regretting my life is such an awful bore 

everything on the bottom shelf not on the top drawer.

Yet payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do 

go to a concert or visit the zoo any things better than hanging in the house 

looking out the window searching for a mouse

then I put my hand to that awful locket I remember your tenner that's in my left pocket

temptation hits me drags me to the shop buy myself a chocolate bar or maybe a pork chop

The fatal words then came ringing out To me "do not be afraid

Keep ten pounds in your pocket, you'll forever more be paid

never ever spend it, never let it go coz when that day comes you'll be digging yourself a hole

If you can find your way to keep it whole and square

your cupboards will be always full and never will be bare"

so I opened the cupboard guess what I saw there

A letter from my father wrapped in a twine of hair. 

I cut the parchment open to unseal a mystery as if I were a lad climbing up a tree

Unwrapping it with shaking hands the words sprang out at me,

quickly I began to read so put my eyes to see

 "Don't you spend that tenner son or you'll be brassick lint;  like me".

American attitude

America, guns betray your sons

Break the trend get off your bums

How many cities where young boys die

Shooting each other in a gang war cry

Killing spree with a paranoid twist

burying friends with a fatal kiss

Sick and perverted proving strength 

Look where it goes to all kinds of lengths

Innocent die, a ghetto hell

wealthiest of all, beyond a smell

the stench lay with the poorest in life

Look what's around you protect your wife

Protect your children, protect your friends

Join hands through colour and race slowly destroy the hatred in face.

Imagine an argument without any guns

Bloody noses degenerate fun 

no one dies from a bullet hole

No shot to a head and no fatal blow.

Where will it lead to

揚子江

Winding along an aggressive path  

trespassing land as if cut by glass

Infused with blood from many wars fought 

dealt with death though life it sought 

Soiled with tears from thousands in throng

through valleys and hills flowing along

Tibet to Shanghai singing its song 

Wealthy, servant, free man and slave

quenching souls fearless and brave

Growing plenty in fields of rice

bamboo, wheat and all kinds of spice

importance of a queen draping her trail

lashing the people, whipping her tail 

Countries will pass borders all class

fine dessert sands to lush hills of grass,

reaching seas beyond the east China marsh

passione della vita

Life is a war and every day is a battle to me.

I'm on the brink of insanity, between intelligence and split personalities.

The Water Meter

I turned on the tap the water ran dry

Not even a drop to wash my left eye

The meters been fitted, I haven't paid my bill, now it's been cut off in this  bill overkill

My electrics gone up, so has the gas

The car needs repair, I can't afford the tax

If this carries on the house will be reprocessed, it's so easy to get in such a bloody mess.

I've worked hard all my life and never been a ponce, my credit status needs sorting and also my bonce 

Fifty years of struggling, everything goes up, even the Nescafé in my grandad cup.

I cannot see the doctor or he won't see me, who ever said that the NHS is free. 

I hope my children have saved for there rainy days and also lots of money to maybe bury me.

1914 letter

Longing for, alone in this trench, more mud than me, caught in this stench

a few shots in the night leave an eerie sound, rhythmically firing all around

Down he falls, then there's blood,

I miss you so much at this time my love

What started as an adventure, exciting to the summit, has long since gone, I can no longer even feel it.

I'll be lucky on this day to come out of this alive, we've orders to go over soon 

Into no mans land, well you've got to do your best to give England a hand!

I write again next week, please say a prayer, I'll always remember the first time I saw you, so beautiful standing there.

Saviour

Deeper and deeper the darkness of night 

Exhale or consume from a shimmering sight

Clouds caressingly cover from eyes that may see

things that are hidden from the blindness in me. 

Night spirits twinkle when the earth goes to sleep Shepherds lay awake tendering their sheep

Born out of holiness given their sight gathering their souls way into the night

Forgiveness a joy received with delight

Crushing  a demon removing their flight

Dare not to look at or linger round long

An angels desire is accomplished and strong

Fortunately brave with god at your side

Sword and the shield your heavenly bride

The crucified jesus stamping his place

ruling the earth with a promise of grace.

Teenagers know everything

The longer one goes into life

The more that one learns

The younger that one is

The less one wants to learn

If we could all be susceptible to learning

Then our minds would flourish 

Why is it teenagers never listen to parents?

Parents have lived,loved and had all the heartaches and difficulties that there is to learn already!

Why do children refuse to hear us?

Children are as individual as petals on a flower, when a petal falls it always falls in its own way as do children

They cringe at the very idea that you know something more than they do

When as a petal they fall we can only hope that they fall into something that is good for them and if they fall into something bad then they will learn from it.

Parents let them fall

When they do, be there to catch them. 

Travelling Blind

A dark passage that's closing in

It narrows down to a dwindling blackness 

Darker and darker becoming blind 

The torch on my iPhone isn't so kind 

Scary monsters follow me along 

Through a long hard life

I wish they were gone 

Twisting and turning cutting in deep 

No rest from the evil and no decent sleep 

I saw a light ahead so on I ran 

Running and running fast as I can 

I found a bridge laden on fire 

A bridge of the past had been my desire 

The journey I'd been on had taken me back 

to the start of the  journey and on the wrong track 

There's nothing left that I can do 

Except continue the journey 

And see it all through 

Learning to fly

I cannot take what life has to offer anymore 

I'm going insane and my life is a bore 

It's unusual to feel this way but it's  

Like a hundred years caught in a

Tragedy of some others  life 

A man with a gun pointed at another man's wife 

Stuck at the bottom of a fairgrounds big wheel

Life's moving on but I'm standing dead still

Rain at the bottom of a window sill

I cannot run fast enough to feel myself move

Even in these amazing training shoes

Pity that you don't love me like you once did

I never thought I'd see the day that you'd get rid

Hide behind the curtains play hide and seek

You can be evil or you can be meek

As if a magpie with a bright yellow beak

I look over the cliff its a long way down

Fifty years wasted and a miserable frown

A lifetime climbing to see this old town

Leap and fly free while I'm on the way down.

Gracias a dios

Where would I be if you weren't near me

Climbing like a squirrel up a monkey tree

What would I say if you went away

I beg forgiveness and ask you to stay

What would I do if tragedy struck

Kneel down and pray 

to the Lord for such luck

Irretrievable burden

pain of misery within inside

Secret so deep that no one can hide

The latch left open, steps in the hall

Climb up sweet baby and out you'll fall

Quietly drown without a peep

Distant noise of  baaing sheep

Curtains closed, light shut out

Now you'll show them 

what it's all about

Sharpen the knife twist and hade

Nice and clean with a razor blade

Radically taken on a ride to hell

Congregate by the Devils bell

Sweet the sound of patient bur

Reaching out for a loving spur

Suffer the wrath of an Angels whip

Grasp the cup and have a sip

Sweetly poisoned sleep the host

Waken up as a haunted ghost

Burdened life for a hundred years

Suffer pain and all the tears

Wounds within will hardly be seen

Hidden throughout the mean machine

Walk the soiled trodden sod

patiently wait for a call from God.