Your way through

When life becomes brighter expect the hit

when all is going right, something turns shit

if it happens then chew down on the bit

take hold of the reigns to get past it

Challenge the unappeasable that holds you down

through a different direction without a frown

if you are feeling low, and depressed 

enter a new challenge without the stress

Usually things go wrong as life appears right

there must be something, that sparkles bright 

a single thing to give one hope 

a little bit of love to help you cope

If at the end you cannot find

a reason to live, confused or blind

close your eyes then try and find

the one thing left that you’ve left behind 

Look for the good and it’s the good you’ll find. 

On the Beautiful Blue Danube

Not feeling it today, the world can go away

Not feeling it today, with the world in dismay 

chaos reigns supreme, the devil in his scheme

There is no escape from the Bay of Biscay to the cape

Israel in the east and Gaza in the west

when peace will come along, no one can guess

at rest in my bed sleeping soundly from the news

regretfully shaken with the blues

a single escape sets my soul at ease

travelling through space gathering my needs

at last arriving by shinrarta dezhra 

shivering a cold so deep from the never

Jameson’s Memorial a wonderful sight to see

beauty of the Blue Danube as in a memory

an elegant waltz to welcome us all home

onto Sol, the Earth and Rome.

in a land of freedom with love and no war

then back to space, well that’s what dreams are for. 

Painfully Sane

Through the struggle of caring bleed

cooperation is conceived 

take a moment to breath

from the pressurisation of greed

am I about to implode, from this world I concede

emotionally struck deeply incensed within! 

I cannot consume this torture o’more

still I say good morning with a with a smile or grin

I want it to end, the strife that I am in

In pain each day, am miserable, not desired

tears held back, torturous brain, ecliptically sane

if I am free from these chains would I come here again?

I scream and cry, yet I try to hide

the hurt is too deep to pretend; I am so tired

it’s a dead give away, people not sure what to say

they go quiet and idle away, just another day

Irrelevant consummation as ‘king James’ once said

alone in this torture with nowhere to go

No one to talk with just a black hole

The fog

Words are spoken. Not necessarily true

stories are foretold about me and you

“He’s always late”, she doesn’t eat

Unless it’s some cheese and a plate full of meat

irrelevant rubbish, neither truth nor very sweet 

Work hard for years, not a thank you in sight

give all your time, strength and your might 

wonder if one day be recognised for your worth

instead of your belly of carbs 

and your exaggerated girth

Is it really worth it? never been til your gone

bullied through school and 60 years on 

lies are more telling than years of hard slog

beaten to the ground like an uncared for dog

never will see the trees through all of the fog

Gregariousness is a fake kind of me

hidden from view is where I’m comfortably 

alone in the world created from fear

never let it be shown this emotional tear

you’ll always see me happy without any care. 

no one person can help the struggle you feel

a climb can be lonely and always up hill

just keep on going to reach your goals end

through life or through death 

One day, your struggle will end

Which is odd

Should you be outside the world looking in?

OR

Inside the world looking out?

try being both to se exactly what it is about

2023

Once apon a time in England - garden of the world,

People were happy and kind except in the winter chill

a lady came along, she taught everyone a lesson,

the need for greed, street doors closed, 

neighbours were unkind, people became bankers

frequent lesson learnt is how to be wankers

Now we live in another time, could say a tainted line

the sun beautifully shines but not in summertime

winters are darker due to how we feel

consecutive governments are wreaking overkill

the health service is dead, rich people are well fed

millions will suffer for a want of meagre cash

percentages of wealthy give the poor a bash

We should be prepared to wipe the slate clean

invest in people then not be so mean

unemployed are in a state of ignored

nationalise everything to kill profiteering 

invest in humans and bring Christmas cheering

vote out the rich, let working people in. 

let truth be true refuse to accept lying! 

The earth

Scores of souls crawling tormented begging for a righteous end with a fortuitous future. 

The only hope of freedom drawn out of the dream from a bloody leaking suture.

Corruption in the air, everywhere around 

ghouls of evil leeches dwelling in the ground

a small group born to travel disregarding law

follow the messy trails of shit, ever forging war 

tiny cracks of road ahead beg what is it for?

Masters of deception in thousands pound suits 

over zealous greed deception of the poor

thousands of the elderly, murdered by the score

move them to the danger zone

show them what it’s for

balance the books, money under the mattress 

society destructively broken, confusion in its wake

hear the thunder roar, feel the ground shake

hurt yourself again to feel if your awake

EPILOGUE 

Just an idea to give the few people who read my eye burning poetry, I wake each morning to face another day, hard to do but everyone has to do it. 

I am living in what I feel is a wonderful world with the nature of gods earth.

 although I am too sensitive for this living,  I have unfortunately experienced the worst of people and seen the best but very few times. I am disturbed by war and greed, I am hurt by what I read in the newspaper of children being hurt and elderly mistreated, I am angry by the corruption of politicians, just one decision can alter or destroy so many lives, also the treatment of people less well off or unemployed how can society care so little?.

I cannot change what has become and it doesn’t get any better, perhaps why I live my life with depression, I love it when the sun shines but I cannot feel the happiness it brings, I don’t want to live but I don’t want to die. I write to deal with this disturbance.

I live in hope this will change and pray suffering is less for all. I am a working man and always have been, I show no contempt for those that have done well or those that have tried but no one has helped them be the person they would like to be, in my experience one cannot always achieve alone! 

Be good to each other and remember everyone needs love, if it means hurting someone to forge ahead then don’t do it. ‘Be kind while you climb’

Take care

Regards

Pat