Saturday, 14 February 2015

Sentimental Me #

Sentimental me crazy lazily
Sad and beyond help
Sentimental me

switch out the light once more
and close the bedroom door 
I haven't the strength to be
Sentimental me. 

Why are you hanging arou~~ound
Why can't you~ou see
I'm finished with all the rubbish
Don't be~ee there for me.

Baby don't you see
We just weren't meant to be
No use hanging on for
Sentimental me.

Sentimental me, crazy, lazily
Sad and beyond help
Sentimental me. 

Fortune fears the brave
I cannot be saved
Gone are days so free
For sentimental me

Go out and find another
Then you will be free
Cannot stop around for 
a crazy man like me-e.
shouldn't wait around 
for sentimental me.



Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Sorry!

Persuaded to perceive what I have not achieved, life full of ambition a dream leading to inadequacy, nothing to show for a life's long legacy. Hurt and ashamed  of a sinful youth, fading to nothing, long in the tooth. A blank space, a darkened room. A rope or a chain tied from the roof
Quick and easy just a kick of a chair.
Over it goes, I am no longer there. 
Feel it tighten around my neck
The last thoughts on my mind
Oh bloody hell, Heck!!.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

One Day Alive

As children we never considered, never thought of anything, we took for granted, without a care but we knew you were there waiting' for us five when you were alive.
At the end of the telephone, at home, nothing mattered, we were without a worry because we knew you were there to take our fear' from us five when you were alive.
Everyday washing and ironing our clothes but you still had time' for us five when you were alive. 
Struggling and going without to provide everything but you still had more to give' to us five when you were alive.
The strength you had through everyday although we broke your heart, each of us in our own way but you still had love' for us five when you were alive.
The care given and pain taken, one encapsulated, one in love, our broken hearts, your heart broke' for us five when you were alive.
We thought you would be here forever, life was eternal when we were young 
We would move heaven to earth for one more day with you but we have to accept it, your gone and we will miss you until our end' all of us five while we are still alive.
                  XXMUMXX
                         X

Sunday, 1 February 2015

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. 


Monday, 26 January 2015

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.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

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.


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