A thought worth a thought

In what way have you been insensitive about today?

Who have you hurt in an unforgivable way?

Could you have done something different

for others to have a nice word to say? 

Answer 'no'  and feel the guilt some day.

Bill O’Brien

Drown your sorrows, have a drink

Reddened nose, cheeks of pink

It 'twas'  a long time coming, a long time gone, twice the width and just as long

All the years with paranoid farce. You did not like children or would not be asked

Although you were thought of with warmth of heart, why not change your mind and break down the facade

A battle fought for everyday life

A drink or two to carry the strife

Merry with sherry, fun with scotch

mug in the bar up on the notch

drive to work sober, drive home drunk

Always the next morning

your spirit had sunk'.

riddled you brain, diseased your liver

Had a kind heart, enough for a giver

Died too young for my children to know

you could be a right so and so

Forgive you, there's none to give

You took on so much, took us to Loch Ness

remember you well, your intentions were good for an army Sargent  major in a guilt ridden mess

lorry mechanic in a Bethnal green firm

A prize winning fighter from the brownswood tavern,

liked very well by people who you knew, loved by us in our nice polished shoes.

Poor Done Hard

What is freedom?,
is it a word meaning free to do whatever one likes?
Or is it just a word to boost our morale and convince us we are free to do whatever we like?
I think it's a state of mind, who is really free?
Am I free? Are you free?
Struggling to get by each week
paying taxes so high so that only penny's are left to have a take away.
your freedom is freedom given to you by an unkind state
is it wrong to be on benefits cos your taking from all those hard working people?
well what have governments been doing for years except taking everything from you in tax
making the nation believe its for running of the country, then stripping it away from hospitals,schools and the welfare state,telling you that you cant have the raise in work because of the present hard times, this depending what government is in at the time of a man made recession, then when the financial crisis becomes good again because of a change from right to left or left to right, not giving you a raise because of the low inflation rate, while putting up your rent,petrol,energy prices etc., etc., government claim to not have a hand in controlling of that but don't believe it for a moment, who do all these contracted private companies  pay tax to?, companies that the government set up when these state owned companies became private, so private that they could hide any transparency and their Oxbridge friends could keep their sordid fingers in the tills.
so what is freedom?
well it depends just how shrewd the chancellor of the exchequer is
not many of us know freedom, bound by forty hour contracts a week
left with enough money to pay the bills and getting into debt for the flash car that we seek
capitalism means being in debt, if you don't believe me, then try to think of a country that is not in debt to another, try to find one of your neighbours that are not mortgaged up to the hilt and have loans coming out of their ears unless they are part of the silver spooned brigade, a class above anyone else with controlling shares on a board of their choice or a corrupt group of people hiding within a contemptuous greedy political system
which brings me to my last thought of transgression.
are you doing wrong to be claiming benefits off of the state (the state being all of us)?, my answer is simply, no its not wrong to claim benefits for those people that have been less fortunate than some others or have been made redundant because of a right wing decision to tighten the coffers once more or simply been unlucky and lost work.
then is it wrong to claim benefits, then work on the side to make up your money cash in hand?
yes its not only illegal but morally wrong too, how dare they, just like how dare corrupt people elected to look after the country and paid very good money for it!, also pilfer from the state, secret friends on a board, and hidden within a legal ring hidden on one side, paying for a governmental decision in a jersey bank account by a friend on a board somewhere.
yet corruption is everywhere from the unemployed to the highest earners which are also the lowest tax payers in percentage due to the amount of money that can be written off against something else.
the people suffering the most are the honest working to middle class person that are caught within all the trappings that modern life has to bring.
do you know freedom?
I doubt it, freedom is what your church offers to keep you even more controlled, to give whatever cash you have left to; whether its Roman Catholic,Muslim,Hindi,Presbyterian,Mormon or whatever, keeping masses controlled by brainwashing you into thinking that if you defy everything that you live for and do not work and make money then you will go to hell for it.
Conclusion: Perhaps there is a freedom but not within this world which we live or seek.
which is another question, if I am totally wrong why then did we have to go into African tribes that were very happy by the way and educate them into wearing clothes and working for food? to pay taxes i wonder ? what savages we were!!
as far as I can see there was only one man that ever lived that wanted to bring freedom to every person and with it peace and love, his name was Jesus Christ, oh yeah, I nearly forgot for a minute, didn't we put him to death?
John 3:16

Danny boy

Danny boy you walk through the meadow of flowers so blue

grasping the reeds of yellow and hue

alone in a field with memories gone past 

telling a story of  love till the last

Danny boy you live in a home all alone

surrounded by pictures of your life, feeling sadness not known

wandering in with thoughts of your wealth
pretending they are your lovers, yet wishing you poor health 

Danny boy now you should know better
you were raised up a good boy, parented to the letter

your mum and dad gave you all you could need
nice shiny shoes a place you could feed
a house full of joy for every girl and boy
warmth and affection and every kind of toy

Danny boy go out and see the world
instead of resting in the mist of an imaginary swirl
real life is within your grasp just keep on running so that your running fast
run on past the school that you hated most
round the next bend close to the coast
run past the hill where they punched you in the face
down to the chippy and into a safe place

Danny boy its not the way it used to be any more
your free to follow your will, to ignore any chore
to choose who to love very carefully
no need to hide in that tiny ally
no need  to fret and worry
your as free as a bird so be in a hurry
find your life dont give up without a fight
no need to sit in the dark of a lonely house at night

Danny boy they cant hurt you for sure
your a big strong man, not a child no more
all that you are is bound up in love
share peace with the world
and follow it with love.

Crucial Joy

if you are a person with a lot to share
why is that everyone wants to get into your hair
Your a peaceful soul that desires to be happy
Share your love, joyful and chatty

They only get bitter, nasty and ratty

to change the kindness into something crappy

To be young and good looking is all fine
so long as you don't believe in it all of the time
to see a beauty beneath others skin
a blessing from a warm heart of a kind kin
a joy that makes others shine from within

Creates a much nicer person not bound up in sin

Intelligence is great to boost a career
futures can be built on this very idea
Fear not to tread people down on the way
they may go down but that is not where they stay
like a prize boxer falls in a ring
climbing on the ropes with others good will
beat you back down until you are still
to settle bad debt with an unorthodox feel

Those of us that have care in our hearts
can change the world into a magical place
spread a disease that's sure to catch

a smile and a warmth on everyone's face

####hole

I have to face each day, 

somehow nothing gets in the way

Through trouble and toil, digging in soil

Or is it some kind of manure 

Covered in foil.

Pretty and shiny attracts one to search

Yet when through the first layer

The shininess fades away

There's scum all around 

Shit everywhere to be found.

Las Vegas a desert

New York a wasteland

Manchester 2 up scum

London's gone to the rats

I can't see any purpose 

What's the point in that ?

Miss me but let me go

Edgar A. Guest

When I come to the end of the road 

And the sun has set for me 

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. 

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little–but not too long 

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once shared, 

Miss me–but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take 

And each must go alone. 

It's all a part of the Master's plan, 

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart 

Go to the friends we know 

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. 

Miss Me–But Let me Go!

The world at ease

If only the world could be at ease

to float through life with peaceful ways

to never know an existence of struggle

never lash out. nor hit in a squabble. 

A mans future preserved for life.

Not taken away with a gun or a knife

soldier's could go and feed the poor, 

Wives would not lose husbands at war.

The devil, at last, banished to hell,

taking with him the evil that

 dwells.

Man's shame, to say or touch love, god removing the awkwardness,

with a peaceful glove, 

By grace we are here, at the end we fall, 

Live proud, strong, give to be good, 

Receive from the poor, 

It will come for us all, the rich and unjust

the world  at ease, filled with love, casting away emotions of hate, returning  to heaven, 

the angels gate. 

A snake bit me

I trod on a snake and the snake bit me

Damn! it hurt with his fangs in my knee

I've got thirty seconds until I go blind  

Only thirty seconds to see

Twenty seconds until I am dead

Twenty seconds, that are left in me

There's Poison moving along my vain,

Leaving me in unbearable pain,

Toxins stretching and reaching my Hands,

 I go kind of numb as it clutches my glands,

Ten seconds left, until it reaches my heart,

With Gods forgiveness, 

I pray death comes fast

Coz the way I'm feeling now Like, I'm not gonna last,

 my life ebbs away, as broken glass. 

five seconds to spare,I fall into a chair, my skin is so sore,  

That I can't bare

 the pain inside,  no not anymore... it is so awf......aargh!.aaah. 

Freedom

Are you free? Now let's have a look and see, restricted by work or school

The time keeps you there or else they think you a fool

9 - 5 or shifts away, so late home you may aswel stay

Restricted by money, give it to your honey, or go to a bar where they'll think you are funny

How comes the government just know how much to tax you? To leave you broke

Just enough cash left for cigarettes and a coke

Trapped by the rules they teach us in school, 'don't take your clothes off or jump naked into the pool!'

Do clock in so we know your on time, don't leave too early, you'll earn every dime.

Freedom isn't the state we are in, it's the state of mind we allow ourselves, so begin

Lay on the floor, close your eyes to the world, think of nothing. Don't hear the phone or the bell

Empty your mind from all thoughts and worries, release all the guilt of troubles and sorry's

Allow your brain to rest for a while then open your eyes and allow in a smile.

Simon

A heroin addict, Simon is his name, struggles everyday, no two hours are the same

He is far too young to be caught with such a fame, forgiven for the sin for he is not to blame

It was only nine months to be in such a state, maybe he'll be lifted by an angel through heavens gate

Maybe he'll be cared for and come out the other side,  see the world he lives in with no need to hide

to be born this way it is such a shame, innocent and weightless with not an ounce in gain

She didn't mean to have him, lost and confused, treated badly by her boyfriend used and abused.

His poor mum was led astray, prostituted for drugs in the meanest possible way

she did not want to have Simon, to get pregnant by a person with no knowledge of his name

give birth to this sad little baby on such an awful day.

The door of opportunity

The door is closing, the dark is closing in

opportunity is a striven challenge 

Ones place in life from a  grasping youth

the competitive edge of a figure skaters tooth

ageless attitude of one so young

Use of mind instead of connecting their tongue

creativity, a combination of intelligence with imagination, keeping calm above all frustration

Seeing more of your relatives dead

bury George and Mildred and your best friend Fred. question your life, seen as past value, sleep in ones socks

protect your feet from the cramps

No one is interested in you poor old gramps,

your past your best your ageing within  the door is closing, the dark is closing in

Webb of Ivy

The root of the ivy grabs hard at the soil, 

Leaves creep up the tree in a tangled embroil, winding like a Webb grabbing as it goes, how high it grips, nobody knows

Hard to pull off the bark, some cancers appear the same destroying fresh tissue removing it is insane, doesn't matter how you take it away there's always such destruction to the outer membrane.

Killing the light, stopping the growth, unimaginable damage to the unwary host 

Leaving the tree like a dead wooded ghost

The Third World Country Called England

UKIP you've got it wrong

Are you Rascist or fascist strong

Make it clear what your about

Use clean politics and remove the doubt

A third world country is what we will be 

Come out of the European Market

Then you will see

A simple case of  democracy

Stupid and blind the voter can be

Blame immigration and foreign friends

Spread maliciousness

where does it end?

are you prepared for GM crop 

Scientifically, DNAtely twisted

Disaster waits with the ticking of a clock

think it through very carefully
an open trade with European policy
Friends with many countries; could we
learn from the past and right wing history
fascism comes at a deathly cost
a third world country is where we will be

Working longer hours for a meagre fee.

Looking beneath the gilded edge

The future of our people left in the hands of our race
Merely dictatory fascist media, spreading news of a white hope
Telling stories of another new pope, asking how are we gonna cope
Blaming the blacks, indians,polish, Jews for all of our bad news
The country in poor equity, unemployed are a drain on society
Disabilities are inabilities, say those with high deity
Saddened by the press allowed to confuse the mess
Governments are the culprits, selling off councils stock of houses
Treating the lower class with contempt, like diseased mouses
Shutting down industry, shipbuilders, mines, aerospace and cars
Where's all the money gone, in a rocket to mars ?
Upperclass trash that's what they are,
A damn fool nation that believe all they read, living on credit in order to feed
Concerned in a country living a fate, not asking questions, never irate
Keep blaming the meek but its the politicians they must seek
Corruption in every chamber, parliaments the danger
Making money the ultimate power, thieving within the law
After all what's all that power for
Tramping us down in another corrupt game
Believe what you believe, now that's the real shame.

Seasoned

'twas the season of gold where all men grow old and trees lose their leaves in a day
woods do sound weary with damp at their feet, creaking and groaning till may
The wild wind doth blow with a hail to and fro while the sun sets away in a glow
Thunder and lightening attacking and frightening the branches fall off in a sway
Hedgehogs bed down into a slumber with a collection of grubs by their side
All kinds of animals tucked in for the winter, away in the forests they hide
Winter comes along to close another year, tis sad for all when it ends
though we melt away all the bad times with a drink in a glass and a friend

Lame

Trophies, Medals, Winners enclosure
Gold Cup, Cheltenham, Aintree races of splendour

were the last things that entered my mind while I was making my way through this
delicious beefburger.

A heart that cares

I'm not Jesus Christ
no I cannot forgive sin
I can't do anything
about the state we are in
Neither can I feed the poor
Or stop the bloodshed from the war
I cannot answer all the prayers
The mess that you find yourself in when no one cares
Least of all, I cannot heal the sick
or stop you drowning very quick
I only have a heart that cares
eyes to see your heartfelt thoughts
Ears to listen and judge you not
a prayer to mention you to god
to do all the things that I cannot.

Fight People

fight for those who suffer
those torn apart by war
Worn down by the urge to survive
Struggling to keep out
the vicious wolves
Who keep knocking at the door

Saddened by the righteous
Right yet always wrong
It's not the strong that need your prayer
the weak cannot carry on
Had enough of living
Ready to give up on life
Nothing appears to go right for them
Not daughters, sons or wives.

The harder people work
the less they can afford
government keep on rising tax
blaming them for being poor
a drain on society
for not being dealt a hand
If not only the sorrow
Had lots of wealth
We all could feed the poor
If everyone reversed the trend
and give them what the bloody hell for!!

Paying now

Sheriff of Nottingham philosophy
Steal from the poor, give to the rich
Stop your whining you voted for them
Thought you'd be better off!!
Imagined yourself a Toff
Well your working class
There is no middle
Just those with money and those without
No point moaning, not even shout
Get it right next time, vote the right out