Christmas 2014

There was a special boy born over 2000 years ago called 'the Saviour'

The baby was so special that three wealthy Wise men with gifts were guided to the manger where he lay.

There was a very powerful king named 'King Herod' He was so scared of this little baby that he sent soldiers to kill every first born, not so powerful after all. of course the baby survived.

As every father and mother knows a baby is so much a miracle as my children were to me, one day there is nothing then the next day a miracle is placed before your eyes in the form of your own child.

I know I wept at the amazing beauty of my little children. So imagine how Mary felt with no home, about to give labour, was she scared, she was probably horrified.

At this Christmas please give a thought for all the little baby's being born to parents that do not know how they are going to survive, due to poor circumstance or where they are going to live and give a thought for 'Jesus Christ' who was that child, he grew up to be the most powerful man that has ever lived not by murdering or controlling people but by loving, just loving, he gave his life up at a young age, so that we could all live forever. Thank god.

Io Ci Saro

A voice moved from within

to feel absorbed captivated and passionate, I heard your song with a heartfelt emotion, pure devotion

Translation of a saint required to perceive the language in which you sang

Though I wish time would come to a standstill so as to unravel the object of the songs desire lay bare and open for the world to see it releasing a host from gravity, lifting it off the ground to set a spirit free. Tragic yet elated once again feel the warmth of a rare pounding 

mourning the travesty of a broken heart

that one never had the wish to depart 

The song spoke of a feeling, stupefied mourning, an awareness to regurgitate heartfelt troubles deeply broken by the sound of silence as the vocal basting came to an erupt finish waking with a start, grabbing the steering adjusting and continuing a long an arduous journey home to you once again for the dance of life to erupt evermore on.

Hebrews 9:28

So Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. 

Secret to never being broke

Payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do

go to the movies or maybe a pub to buy a drink or two, get me some candy in the local liquor store 

drown out my sorrows from the night before 

or lay in bed until my back is sore 

fighting the pillows regretting my life is such an awful bore 

everything on the bottom shelf not on the top drawer.

Yet payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do 

go to a concert or visit the zoo any things better than hanging in the house 

looking out the window searching for a mouse

then I put my hand to that awful locket I remember your tenner that's in my left pocket

temptation hits me drags me to the shop buy myself a chocolate bar or maybe a pork chop

The fatal words then came ringing out To me "do not be afraid

Keep ten pounds in your pocket, you'll forever more be paid

never ever spend it, never let it go coz when that day comes you'll be digging yourself a hole

If you can find your way to keep it whole and square

your cupboards will be always full and never will be bare"

so I opened the cupboard guess what I saw there

A letter from my father wrapped in a twine of hair. 

I cut the parchment open to unseal a mystery as if I were a lad climbing up a tree

Unwrapping it with shaking hands the words sprang out at me,

quickly I began to read so put my eyes to see

 "Don't you spend that tenner son or you'll be brassick lint;  like me".

American attitude

America, guns betray your sons

Break the trend get off your bums

How many cities where young boys die

Shooting each other in a gang war cry

Killing spree with a paranoid twist

burying friends with a fatal kiss

Sick and perverted proving strength 

Look where it goes to all kinds of lengths

Innocent die, a ghetto hell

wealthiest of all, beyond a smell

the stench lay with the poorest in life

Look what's around you protect your wife

Protect your children, protect your friends

Join hands through colour and race slowly destroy the hatred in face.

Imagine an argument without any guns

Bloody noses degenerate fun 

no one dies from a bullet hole

No shot to a head and no fatal blow.

Where will it lead to

揚子江

Winding along an aggressive path  

trespassing land as if cut by glass

Infused with blood from many wars fought 

dealt with death though life it sought 

Soiled with tears from thousands in throng

through valleys and hills flowing along

Tibet to Shanghai singing its song 

Wealthy, servant, free man and slave

quenching souls fearless and brave

Growing plenty in fields of rice

bamboo, wheat and all kinds of spice

importance of a queen draping her trail

lashing the people, whipping her tail 

Countries will pass borders all class

fine dessert sands to lush hills of grass,

reaching seas beyond the east China marsh

passione della vita

Life is a war and every day is a battle to me.

I'm on the brink of insanity, between intelligence and split personalities.

The Water Meter

I turned on the tap the water ran dry

Not even a drop to wash my left eye

The meters been fitted, I haven't paid my bill, now it's been cut off in this  bill overkill

My electrics gone up, so has the gas

The car needs repair, I can't afford the tax

If this carries on the house will be reprocessed, it's so easy to get in such a bloody mess.

I've worked hard all my life and never been a ponce, my credit status needs sorting and also my bonce 

Fifty years of struggling, everything goes up, even the Nescafé in my grandad cup.

I cannot see the doctor or he won't see me, who ever said that the NHS is free. 

I hope my children have saved for there rainy days and also lots of money to maybe bury me.

1914 letter

Longing for, alone in this trench, more mud than me, caught in this stench

a few shots in the night leave an eerie sound, rhythmically firing all around

Down he falls, then there's blood,

I miss you so much at this time my love

What started as an adventure, exciting to the summit, has long since gone, I can no longer even feel it.

I'll be lucky on this day to come out of this alive, we've orders to go over soon 

Into no mans land, well you've got to do your best to give England a hand!

I write again next week, please say a prayer, I'll always remember the first time I saw you, so beautiful standing there.

Saviour

Deeper and deeper the darkness of night 

Exhale or consume from a shimmering sight

Clouds caressingly cover from eyes that may see

things that are hidden from the blindness in me. 

Night spirits twinkle when the earth goes to sleep Shepherds lay awake tendering their sheep

Born out of holiness given their sight gathering their souls way into the night

Forgiveness a joy received with delight

Crushing  a demon removing their flight

Dare not to look at or linger round long

An angels desire is accomplished and strong

Fortunately brave with god at your side

Sword and the shield your heavenly bride

The crucified jesus stamping his place

ruling the earth with a promise of grace.

Teenagers know everything

The longer one goes into life

The more that one learns

The younger that one is

The less one wants to learn

If we could all be susceptible to learning

Then our minds would flourish 

Why is it teenagers never listen to parents?

Parents have lived,loved and had all the heartaches and difficulties that there is to learn already!

Why do children refuse to hear us?

Children are as individual as petals on a flower, when a petal falls it always falls in its own way as do children

They cringe at the very idea that you know something more than they do

When as a petal they fall we can only hope that they fall into something that is good for them and if they fall into something bad then they will learn from it.

Parents let them fall

When they do, be there to catch them. 

Travelling Blind

A dark passage that's closing in

It narrows down to a dwindling blackness 

Darker and darker becoming blind 

The torch on my iPhone isn't so kind 

Scary monsters follow me along 

Through a long hard life

I wish they were gone 

Twisting and turning cutting in deep 

No rest from the evil and no decent sleep 

I saw a light ahead so on I ran 

Running and running fast as I can 

I found a bridge laden on fire 

A bridge of the past had been my desire 

The journey I'd been on had taken me back 

to the start of the  journey and on the wrong track 

There's nothing left that I can do 

Except continue the journey 

And see it all through 

Learning to fly

I cannot take what life has to offer anymore 

I'm going insane and my life is a bore 

It's unusual to feel this way but it's  

Like a hundred years caught in a

Tragedy of some others  life 

A man with a gun pointed at another man's wife 

Stuck at the bottom of a fairgrounds big wheel

Life's moving on but I'm standing dead still

Rain at the bottom of a window sill

I cannot run fast enough to feel myself move

Even in these amazing training shoes

Pity that you don't love me like you once did

I never thought I'd see the day that you'd get rid

Hide behind the curtains play hide and seek

You can be evil or you can be meek

As if a magpie with a bright yellow beak

I look over the cliff its a long way down

Fifty years wasted and a miserable frown

A lifetime climbing to see this old town

Leap and fly free while I'm on the way down.

Gracias a dios

Where would I be if you weren't near me

Climbing like a squirrel up a monkey tree

What would I say if you went away

I beg forgiveness and ask you to stay

What would I do if tragedy struck

Kneel down and pray 

to the Lord for such luck

Irretrievable burden

pain of misery within inside

Secret so deep that no one can hide

The latch left open, steps in the hall

Climb up sweet baby and out you'll fall

Quietly drown without a peep

Distant noise of  baaing sheep

Curtains closed, light shut out

Now you'll show them 

what it's all about

Sharpen the knife twist and hade

Nice and clean with a razor blade

Radically taken on a ride to hell

Congregate by the Devils bell

Sweet the sound of patient bur

Reaching out for a loving spur

Suffer the wrath of an Angels whip

Grasp the cup and have a sip

Sweetly poisoned sleep the host

Waken up as a haunted ghost

Burdened life for a hundred years

Suffer pain and all the tears

Wounds within will hardly be seen

Hidden throughout the mean machine

Walk the soiled trodden sod

patiently wait for a call from God.

Shadow of the moon

Howling at the moon

late in the night 

claws reaching out in a sensational fright

face ripping, bone from the skull

gnashing teeth, a fearful fight

torso stretched beyond humanity

a scary sight for all to see 

Tasting flesh for the very first time

enjoying the taste and drinking the wine

sensational hunger never feel full

rip out the innards and eat them all

wicked foul beast crossed with a fool

lean strong and amazingly tall

Woken naked in a field of wheat 

mouth soured by the taste of meat

reminiscing from the feast afore

reality of destruction a nightmare of gore

futuristic mire from a wanton desire 

for the taste of flesh and the need to sire

greedily eaten hungry no more

bones shortened lengthy and sore

head pounding with conscious guilt

bloodened battle crushed them into silt 

rewarding to touch an eternal hope

live forever off a human host

radical man

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered "Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health and then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never lived."

Away # the Song.

When you went away, I wished that you would stay, that you would never go and I won't miss you so, 

why did you have to run and take away my sun, why did you go away, when you went away, when you went away, oh why could you not have stayed but you went away, yes you went away

I drew the curtains closed and shut out all the light, I climbed back into bed, I dreamt a dream of fright I'd not see you again you'd hate me till the end, insanely round the bend, a letter I would send, bring you back home again, make you mine again but you've gone away, yes you went away.

Yes you went away, I could not make you stay, you picked up all your things, the heartache it would bring, a bite as if a sting, no longer will I sing, now you've gone away, yes you've gone away, now you've gone away. You've gone away.

Desensitised

Young and immature, desperational need,  surrounded by people with a volatile greed

A starving emotion to be held, to be loved, feeding the loss of broken mistrust

Hurt beyond hurt, the threshold of pain, gone far to far to go back again

Alone in the playground, while all around have fun, shadows of life hid the warmth of the sun

Years of solitude, hurt rages til, way beyond tragedy to stand alone still

 No more yearnings love or desire, cuts like a knife burning like fire,

Incarcerated into this helI on the hill, free as a bird, still I wish I could feel.

National problems for blind apathy

Atrocity and hatred fills their desire

Selfish to the core the nationalistic mire

White aristocracy with superior skin

Blond hair traced back through most of they're kin

So short sighted a nation can blame the poor 

For most of the wealth going out of the door

Industry closed, mines shut down, interests so high, houses pulled down

Work shipped abroad until there's no money left

Drugs used freely by governmental pests

Immigration allowed blaming foreigners for the theft

While Tory backbenchers pilfer the rest

Have you ever wondered why everything's a mess

It's to keep a nation confused while the rich grab the nest.

Is this a country to trust those in care 

Make your own minds up or into space stare.

Paul Merry

It was many years ago on the way back to school
in your joyful inevitable youth, life to good to follow the rules
crashing through the obstacles in young teenage years
excitably jumping, running, smoking after a couple of beers
pleased with the news of Arsenals big win
you had the red and white scarf, you waved it out and in
almost at the building where you were forced to be good
sit on the chairs with your head in a book
however, had you have stopped to take one last look
crossing the road where there was nothing to see
a car appeared with some tremendous speed
It hit you so hard smashing your bones. breaking your teeth and cracking your skull
years of life destroyed, taken time to heal, repairing your bones and internal damage still
swelling of your brain took its toll, you recovered to a point yet never became whole
with such a hard life each and everyday,yet you were joyful in many ways
epileptic fits besieged you weariness aggrieved you, pain beseeched you
everyday began with a screaming aching head and exhausting you
happily you lived, your love for life was a gift, many matches you'd attend
right up until you could not take anymore and your life came to an end
one night that fit took you away, gone now for you could not stay

I'll see you again one day,

In my thoughts you'll stay

A thought worth a thought

In what way have you been insensitive about today?

Who have you hurt in an unforgivable way?

Could you have done something different

for others to have a nice word to say? 

Answer 'no'  and feel the guilt some day.