Same year, worlds apart!

1935 when you were born,

like a fall from grace, you captured us all.

you loved everyone, everyone loved you,

precious as a child, sensitive and brave, Doodle bugs dropping wave after wave, you got me through when I heard King Creole, I had a clean home not a shit hole.

The Angels were singing 'Love me tender' when you went with God to his big wide home, you could be peaceful in the valley and quite unknown.

judgement day would not come for you that day, for you were welcome in heaven anytime, come what may.

you were generous, caring, without fault, you sang as though you were an angel 

I heard as your biggest fan, I have always felt 'Lost', even more now your not here, now I am a man, I find it hard to stand

yet I will!, If it is gods plan, I will stay here till' my end to meet with you again

an Elvis fan and a loving son, most wonderful woman that lived in my eyes, 'My Mum'.

The November Line

Witness the intensity of planets this week

perception of a highway into heaven

Path to the earth, distant from the moon

destination to the stars, elapse too soon

"step up, step up" each person see

a serendipitous shift in ones destiny

Blackness' o'er the land and wide 

ubiquitous, far-reaching, sound

content to shred the fear to hide

bloodened be the stain abound

inception be an eerie place

birthright of the Satan race

grace' take us fast in our sleep

deliver us swiftly from the world

Oh'liberate us from the Devils keep

as lambs we follow into hell

the teacher knows his pupils well.

I write coz

I write to the moonlight, I write to the stars,                   
I write about sorrow, I write about scars,                
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad,

I write about feelings that drive me half mad,

most of all I write to be me, 

to travel to places, set my life free

I write to Christians, aethiests and Jews,

Consistently write the wrong words to you

the featureless face hides a mannequins grin, 

the soulless echo of words deep within,

I write of the teenagers in romantic sin

party animal people pissed up with gin

mostly I write for the gluttonous bin

now look at the fucking state I am in

Troubled Sleep

I live, work, breathe, go through the motions, unnequivocally unchanging 

on the narrow path tiresomely steep

yet I'm  always asleep when I weep

rattled by the things I see and hear

almost an inclusion, a sight 

a narrow corridor, a peep

most people are confoundly irritated when I am around, perhaps that's why I'm always asleep when I weep

I've heard it before absorbed from generations of ancient stories given to us by centuries past through the ground

I'm far too stupid to be profound

Grandad died with a knowledge 

he has taken it with him to keep

Yet to me it's a repetitive sound

maybe that's why I'm always asleep when I weep, too tired to carry on

I always sleep then I weep

Pine table

Nostrils saviour the smell of pine

turn, cut, smoothen out

craft of a hand steady

skill is detail

a bowl

fruit

table

Inanimate 

collecting dust

thirty years a tree

thirty years for me

rotten sweet fruit

mouldy apple

soft plum

sandpaper 

return to wood

senses are mine

the faint smell of pine

polish with antique wax

put it on the big brown table

fruit in a bowl sit down and relax

Innocent smiles😌

Soggy vegetables, worn out shoes

detestable conditions the air is dry,

cockroaches;crunching sound on polystyrene tiles, 

damp squalid walls

hear the joy of innocent smiles

draconian blue, poppy red,

dust in the lungs of a perpetual youth,

moulded rice cakes,

mucused slime of trailed slugs suggesting a pattern, 

concrete cancer in towers, 

high rise fall from sloth

ignorant minds, innocent smiles

smoothed green fur surrounding metal windowed frames,

condensational graffitied glass

a nose resting all eyes seeing 

view of a spectacular city

gun goes "bang bang", innocent smiles

wheezing, sneezing, depressed,

bronchial pneumonia 

tear stained tshirt,smell of death consumed stale oxygen for the last time

a new born baby, an innocent smile

Have you ever?

"Aah bless them they are so lovely, look at them sitting quietly in the corner, turn the music up Dave, let's enjoy this rave"

"Aaah, are you alright loveys?, have you got a drink?", "what would you like?", "a lager and a sherry, Aaah alright", "DAVE GET THE OLD COUPLE IN THE CORNER A LAGER AND A SHERRY" AND HURRY UP COZ IM FEELING MERRY"

"that was good what a laugh, now I'm gonna have a bath!, watch that old couple don't fall asleep, I'm sure he's had too many whiskys, oih don't you get frisky!"

"Aaah have you had fun?, perhaps you should go home now, it's getting late! 

there you go, don't forget to shut the front gate, now they've gone we can party great"

"it was a bit young for them oldies, who invited them Dave?, they should be in bed by ten!. you did you daft aper, come and give me a hug then" and listen to the New year by the bells of Big Ben