Mary

He was the bringer of her light

the only thing in her live that was right, 

when she had given up on her daily fight

a time when she survived each drunken night going home forever alone 

Mary sat still by her silent phone.

She was overjoyed, completely in love

God had given her a good man to love

Planning a wedding did not take long

Married at Fifty Seven to a cherished song

The wedded bliss a joyous throng

happiness like this did not belong

Mary had not known a life such as this

they started the day with a gentle kiss

John took the Jag for its yearly check

It passed without fault and was on its last trek, the brakes failed at fifty the car was a wreck, Johns car was crushed and now he is dead.

They telephoned Mary who was expecting Johns call instead there was a policeman who introduced himself as Paul 

He broke the news that Mary  would not hear 

What she heard cut her deep as she crumbled round into an  emotional sphere

gone was her moment, her love, her world, gone were the dreams of a little girl. 

Mary died the day he was killed.

A walk in the Woods

It was a fleeting moment when I first saw you, confident in life though I thought I knew

Memories made with a fleeting wind 

time retracts the years do rescind 

fortune bursts open a freedom begins

A walk in the woods taught me how

to relax, to be calm when I am at a crossroad with a choice somewhat shallow, enjoy the peace and quiet of the rain drenched meadow 

darkened ghosts trail the way of my will, holding me back to pass my shadow still  

talons tear at my shoulder with the light of the moonlit shrill

An eruption has begun run and hide from the ashes or stay behind to suffer the lashes, burnt from an ambush of moltened rock fire, lay down a life for a wanton desire

forgive my confusion, where from I came? 

It is not  important to the wicked seed It's always the bloody same

for the Devils need to feed on a tattered remain, the Devils need to feed is what keeps them all sane.

The Barn

Playing in the barn having fun with straw

Open the old chest look in the drawer

What an amazing treasure for a seven year old to find, to leave it unlocked was ever so kind.

Found some wool lift it out, look underneath an excitable fright

Incredible, fantastic, shining like new a handle a trigger, some bullets too, open the barrel and take a look in, better than reading or having to sing.

Play cops and robbers put on a mask

Dress as a cowboy run away fast

Better hide it, his secret to find

If mum found out she wouldn't be kind

In the chest for next day's joy bring some friends and next doors little boy.

Sunday morning the sun shining warm

Out to play early with Jimmy and Shaun

Into the barn show them the treasure

Shaun wants a go to take up the measure, "it's rather heavy" Shaun says with an aim, the first little boy did not speak again

A chancing exchange

Never had I witnessed such pure beauty looking across the room at you I saw.

A spiritual awareness of love my heart it doth flutter lightly, a choir of people in a large hall disintegrate into insignificance, 

the wall shrank to become a narrow corridor of you and I breaching the exceptional audible volume of loud chattering and music, we became lovers in an instant, I could feel you breathe touching you as if by magic, 

blissfully unaware of any sound or movement left in our spaced time capsule, feeling faint as you return a smile with eyes of green, a passionate affair directly to me, then suddenly at an abrupt end as a friend asks in a loud tone over the music

"Oih there's plenty of birds here, 

dyou want a pint or what?"

RETURNETH HE

Hello my friend where have you gone?

Put scripture down without a song

Can't tell you where I'll come along

You sing the words to fear alone

Am lifting you up upon the throne

So hey why did you turn your back

A voice in mind a heart attack

You left me here with vicious claws

A wooden cart along a dirt track

The hill steeped in blood like river flows

Towards the Nile with bandaged toes

I climb on high where else I'll go

Your fortune smiles a stone you throw

Death destruction marks your way

Darkness follow on this day

Forgiveness may your will he be

Dispatch the green from Tuscany 

Two thousand years may be he reign

No soul be sent or will he save

 a blinding flash will come again

Spirits home release the slave

Fortune fears the weak or brave

Evil through relativity

Poison through the veins of the weak

Retaliation in the souls of the meek

Laugh as you hurt friends for strength

Cut the throat of those that you seek

To me you always seemed a freak

Never forget to stop and look

See the destruction left in your desire

People dead and your house on fire

Plant that image in your brain

Life will never be the same again

Protective custody until the trial

What you've done is seen as vile

People shouting in the streets

Kill him quick and make it neat

A guilty call heard far and wide

Even from your long lost bride

Your death decided on death row

Pay for what you reap and sow

Not long now to the fateful day

Strap you to the chair and take you away

Once forgotten twice the sin

pay for the history of your kin

Modern poetry in Pilgrims Progress

Whatever path you choose to take 

May it be a righteous wake

For danger lurks each and everyday

be sure to use the careful way

tread the road short and smooth

Downhill the way to the lost souls groove

Into the pit once flames are gray

Death awaits oh come now pray.

listen to the fallen angels say.

"Follow now, along this way"

Loose gowned women call share my bed

chastise men, desecrate their head. 

the old man wants to play cards 

A fiver a game to gamble away

some drugs will take you into the nest 

of a demons den with the Devils crest

Seventy five years of a tainted life

Relationship problems for a cash strapped wife, don't give up yet

be it your choosing

suicide is an eternal losing.

Pain in a body, scrambled mind

eyes so poor, irrepareably blind

How can there be a god 

when you suffer so? 

what people say 

when they just don't know

the beauty of it all is far and long

Keep going my friend 

Over the hills Far away

Suffer to the end and always be strong.

eternity waits with a beautiful song.