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.