Peace at last

Build that ladder, own that shit, buried beneath a pile of it, see the sky, breathe in deeply, button your cuff, the shit is seeping, a mile climb,  don’t look back, use some of the bricks from the wall you cracked,  it’s time to heal while your sleeping, beware of the treacherous friends your keeping, one day soon it’ll be time to stop, on the grass of green at the pastures top, look up far at the twinkling stars, the trouble behind you, peace at last.

Humourless antiquity

Deep as an arrow, wounded by thy words of bitter resentment, cut in throes of ecstasy, same toxicity,                  hurt on the right, trip on the left, how long can one hide the pearl crusted forgetfulness, til thou’ heart breaks, retention holding fast to the tears welling, inexorable felling.

Great Tribulation

It is a common brow thy eyes see, broad as the view from thou’ dignitary, highest on perch, morality o’ thy cruel, obscene in ones ostentatiousness rule

A penny, farthing, a shackle or three, taketh thy journey to the whispering tree, sensor sensibility, ridicule thy house, wear a shield on a fashionable blouse a high clad odour for a stench of a louse

Sword in hand, spread thy word, take it to the many innocent unheard, speak through and on till’ the time you depart, eternally pleased that you made a fond start, a love shared true, straight from the heart. 

NO - 3

A stone turns with the winter chill,

toxins disperse from a bitter pill

too far gone for the baits been cast

 Cover on cover blanket fast

Irretrievably set to eternally last

Goodbye my friend

A flicker of light goes out, a sudden loss of sight

It’s the  end of the dance,

Memories once known have passed  

at last a worried mind is now at rest

It wasn’t spoken, yet I knew you were the best

A tale to tell although a tale to few

A story of mental torture, drink and spew

Goodbye my friend, away to the stars

not much luck but you’ve not gone far. 

My Mum Doreen

A missed beat brought about a slowing movement within her chest, I had not considered that she begun slipping away to a long waited rest, I wondered about the thoughts of her mind, then she spoke words gentle & kind, softly uttering, “I love you”…. “Jesus was a good man”. 

As she slowly ventured to leave, her hand fell from mine, my mothers eyes were closed, peacefully she slept, passing away in the middle of the night, never before had I felt the kind of pain tearing my world with all its might, an eruption exploded from me, inside, that night a big part of my being died 

Life continues as they say, yet by faith I will see her again one day, singing “que sera sera, whatever will be will be”, with her melancholy voice, she will be with me, my sisters, my brothers, my family, hurt will never go away until we’re together again one day

Bad Landlords

Angela’s flat is so filled with damp, mould on the windows, black ceiling thick, legs in cramp. food pomp dine at the Ritz, the food banks offering fish and chips, isn’t life great if it touches where it fits 

Handcock is the right name for a man that lives in shame. Important to follow the party line, you too could be a corruptible misogynistic swine, out of touch and out of time, lying to the public most of the time, ridiculously spoilt, green as a lime. 

Revelation 21:4

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.””

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭21:4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

https://www.bible.com/114/rev.21.4.nkjv

A promise to inspire faith in ones heart, a wonderful piece of poetry, a good place to start. 

Shwwwwww!

Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze

Thorns Rise Out

Try not to allow what you’ve been through make you the person you can become, your experiences of sadness or hurt can leave you feeling numb, look to the future, the wonderful in you, a way free of bondage, you can be your own number one, see the better person you have become

Be kind then you’ll find likeminded fellows without being blind, with love to give in the same frame of mind, bitter resentful people will try to spike the fragility in you, walk away smiling, don’t let them hurt you, they are struggling, in their own twisted stew. 

Achieve, believe, have faith in your appeal, try to be humble without overkill, be kind to whoever you meet, always be pleasant, soft in care, work your hardest, forgiving to the meek, please superiors of favours they seek, hold some back for the rest of the week, have some rest for you spiritual feed, accept love warmly it’s what you need. 

Shadows of torment

I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race. 

Princess

A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity 

Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car

Dust settles then sticks not travelling far 

A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling

Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge

Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls

Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf

Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring. 

Long week

Fooled by the pressure, blown by the skirt

Sweat on the brow, dampened shirt 

Feet full of sorrow, wet by the flood

Shock of such a horror that has drained my blood

Temper tantrums terror, drying with the weather

Laying back down, hoping to tether

Rains came along to help grass seed

Smashed a lip on a chair, finger wiped the bleed

sucked it dry, locked it tight, 

set the alarm, so it’ll be alright

Time for fun, Pepper pig fun

Six and a half hours for a two hour run

Grand old Oak

The story is strange to a town in the mist

I felt a thud, my head I did kiss

Stepping slowly 123,  

bumping into a massive tree, 

I hardly had time to feel or see

While laying beneath, the grand old Oak

Or so I thought until it spoke

“What were you doing?” It enquired cheaply

’I was rushing home quickly, til I hit a tree’

“I’m not a tree, I’m rather big you see, you bumping like that took the wind out of me”

I made excuses then quickly left, 

I could not help feeling so sad and Bereft

Turning around to say goodbye to that bloke

All I could see was a grand old Oak.

You have the right to fight

I’ll give you a million, what will you do? Buy tons  of make up and the most expensive shoes, blow it on marijuana , Caviar at a steal, champagne on ice, hallucinating pills, I’ll give you twenty, you’d be dead in a month, with all the alcohol, expensive food for lunch, pay high taxes to even whats due, there’s a few in government that will say “that’ll do”, the majority have struggled on a measly wage, isn’t it time to turn the page?, forget the debt, position in the world, there’s people dying while you stuff yourselves. Homelessness, rotten teeth, the uks in trouble, you’ll never smell the stench, while in your bubble, your whole world could crumble if you lose your health, let’s hope you can afford it, keep storing your wealth, the surplus population will be dealt with by the score, disease by the masses, a glorious war, never be forlorn, just put up a fight, as a free voter you have every right, continue to be brave, Change what’s bad to good, then punch the air and enjoy some freedom…….just like you should! 

Imagine that!!

A Lark or a laugh, a web of deceit, 

creature creep while you lay asleep 

It lurks under the bed, it’s in your head

be very careful, you could wind up dead,

Sky be rain, shadows fall

heads will roll if you stand too tall. 

Slice or slither, cut like butter 

wings flap away with a little flutter

Telling lies, so the story flies

a bitter widow rarely cries

Guns of sponge, bullets of plastic

bounce then blind as if shooting elastic

Dreams of reality, they could be true

Black and white, vicious dogs chew

Eat your heart, bite your leg

grind your bones, break your neck.

Is it true?, wildly free, 

fantasyland or in your dreams?

Is it real, is it fake?

is there a sword in the lake?.

A journeys end

Incarcerated within a moveable cell, years of pain and debauchered hell, prodded endlessly tortured with words, encouragement to work to purchase gruel, feeding fat in a burger grill, drugs galore, endless punishment until you can bare no more, age cripples, throbbing ripples, aching entity, remembering loss, isn’t it a pity, moving to the country from a cruel city, time has a limit, a sell by date, death of a prison, the end of hate, loosened becomes from a solid mass, fly to freedom whatever the class, be free for a thousand years or score, until your burden is not felt anymore. 

Anubis

Alhuriya, as the shadows fall, swirling fog touching ones blistered skin, death all around without a single shot, another hero dead on the ground, no living anywhere, rising up then dying down.

The corrupted gathering of souls, a ghoulish host, wiping clean a slate of many holes, smearing blood and flesh in one, an action of zealous fun, decision of treacherous greed that cannot be undone. 

Earth begotten planet of birth, humanity dispersed across its girth, corrupt implosion, poor begging to exist, stop the wailing with a sword and a kiss, wash clean history, with time, power gone, but not missed

Volcanic anger, violent shaking of land, a gigantic fault line slides, buildings crumble, dissipating power, infection from disease, depression is at hand, locust eat the grain, city crumble in pain, again. 

Once more the world is at rest, be it beyond the measure of best, rivers running, ice caps freeze, no human begging on knees, population zero, structures crumble as dust, soon mankind be forgotten the greed and lust. Warning is simple, Change or bust 

One Grave night

Walking through a shadow, hidden in the night, moondust sparkle, a gleaming, glowing Light, my heartbeat fastened, with heightened fearful plight, a darkened frame behind the gravestone shuddering with the fright, I ran through the graveyard there flew a screeching owl, he looked at me with reddened eyes, in its mouth something fowl, I in a panic, then tripped, into a pit, crashing through some broken bones, landing deep in ..............Sawdust and wigs, felt like something strange, I scrambled out of my ratted hole and never went there again. 

Memories of my Dad

Sixpence a tooth, a penny for seeds,  pigeons at Trafalgar Square hungry to feed off my shoulder, I thought Nelson was a brave soldier, Walking along the Embankment in a Sailor hat, salute H.M.S. Belfast and Naval Crew part, family trip on the Greenwich ferry, excited to depart, Battersea Fun Fair, eyes at the Big Dipper we’d hide, Carousel Horses on a circular ride, Houses of Parliament, Big Ben what a clock, Little Ben on the corner gave us all such a shock, the monument stairs were too far to climb, St Paul’s to the roof, with holes to the top, I would cry, it was high, on other occasions we see the pictures in Leicester Square, sometimes a Wimpy we’d have a Burger and A milkshake, Dad would pull out his hair and jump and stare, the cost was such, he’d tell us how much, then rant and rave, scare us to behave, what treasured memories to have from a child, sometimes wild and sometimes mild, my father has been gone for many a year, I wish that I had time with him again, just one more year, I’d watch him jump on the spot, red in the face and rather hot!.generous to a fault, love from the top