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.