Modern poetry in Pilgrims Progress

Whatever path you choose to take 

May it be a righteous wake

For danger lurks each and everyday

be sure to use the careful way

tread the road short and smooth

Downhill the way to the lost souls groove

Into the pit once flames are gray

Death awaits oh come now pray.

listen to the fallen angels say.

"Follow now, along this way"

Loose gowned women call share my bed

chastise men, desecrate their head. 

the old man wants to play cards 

A fiver a game to gamble away

some drugs will take you into the nest 

of a demons den with the Devils crest

Seventy five years of a tainted life

Relationship problems for a cash strapped wife, don't give up yet

be it your choosing

suicide is an eternal losing.

Pain in a body, scrambled mind

eyes so poor, irrepareably blind

How can there be a god 

when you suffer so? 

what people say 

when they just don't know

the beauty of it all is far and long

Keep going my friend 

Over the hills Far away

Suffer to the end and always be strong.

eternity waits with a beautiful song.

Death of a Butterfly

It was a fear that held you so near

so petrified to not be with you 

an aching heart that needed your love so

You were a butterfly trapped whole. between the pages of a pressed book

dying quickly with no glancing look

Soft to the touch a delicate silkiness of your skin, beautiful by chance a pride of your kin, our eyes met a hypnotic trance caught in a whirlwind trapped in a dance.

breathing at last a heart beating fast. energy drained, shattered like glass.

Precious memories to last forever 

of moments passing in the wind

recurring thoughts fleeting through history 

at once became a bitter end

long lost love with no message to say

despise the fool who's  not even a friend.

The Grey man

A grey man in a grey suit crossing London Bridge. 

A grey man in a grey suit a national pride

Umbrella that's black by his left side

A document on the right a secret to hide

wrapped up by a rubber band that's on his right hand

A termination of the poor an army to disband

Taxing the middle class servants to the cause

believing the lies of a co-existence 

Into the river no documents to send

corruption has drowned no laws to amend

A grey man in a grey suit crossing London Bridge hit by a bus now at an end.

Sentimental Me #

Sentimental me crazy lazily

Sad and beyond help

Sentimental me

switch out the light once more

and close the bedroom door 

I haven't the strength to be

Sentimental me. 

Why are you hanging arou~~ound

Why can't you~ou see

I'm finished with all the rubbish

Don't be~ee there for me.

Baby don't you see

We just weren't meant to be

No use hanging on for

Sentimental me.

Sentimental me, crazy, lazily

Sad and beyond help

Sentimental me. 

Fortune fears the brave

I cannot be saved

Gone are days so free

For sentimental me

Go out and find another

Then you will be free

Cannot stop around for 

a crazy man like me-e.

shouldn't wait around 

for sentimental me.

Sorry!

Persuaded to perceive what I have not achieved, life full of ambition a dream leading to inadequacy, nothing to show for a life's long legacy. Hurt and ashamed  of a sinful youth, fading to nothing, long in the tooth. A blank space, a darkened room. A rope or a chain tied from the roof

Quick and easy just a kick of a chair.

Over it goes, I am no longer there. 

Feel it tighten around my neck

The last thoughts on my mind

Oh bloody hell, Heck!!.

One Day Alive

As children we never considered, never thought of anything, we took for granted, without a care but we knew you were there waiting' for us five when you were alive.

At the end of the telephone, at home, nothing mattered, we were without a worry because we knew you were there to take our fear' from us five when you were alive.

Everyday washing and ironing our clothes but you still had time' for us five when you were alive. 

Struggling and going without to provide everything but you still had more to give' to us five when you were alive.

The strength you had through everyday although we broke your heart, each of us in our own way but you still had love' for us five when you were alive.

The care given and pain taken, one encapsulated, one in love, our broken hearts, your heart broke' for us five when you were alive.

We thought you would be here forever, life was eternal when we were young 

We would move heaven to earth for one more day with you but we have to accept it, your gone and we will miss you until our end' all of us five while we are still alive.

                  XXMUMXX

                         X

The song I sing

I listened to a song that spoke to me of life

I listened to the words again so I could hear them twice

It spoke to me of feelings, to where I once belonged

The words I heard were so surreal that's why I sing this song

I'll sing it till its way past time, it has a pleasant tune, I hope you'll sing along with me all until it's half past noon

Through golden hills and meadows 

Souls are bound and gagged

The whistling of the branches 

Screams of ghosts and hags

Sending in the horrors of wolves that howl from hell the devil rides upon the waves of souls cast down to dwell

listen to my song it may not have a face

Be happy when you sing of life and not one of disgrace

Be clear what you believe in or what tempts you from the truth, don't take the things they have you take or may destroy your youth.

If I had another chance I'd do it all again

Excluding out some bad results from dabbling in the rain.

So live a happy carefree life, be good for on and on, your days will be kind for you for evermore and on. 

Off I go to write a verse for next years melody, a song that speaks of my sweet life and one that's meant to be. I hope you live your own lives with nurtured sweetened throng to write the words and music to sing your own great song.

American Sniper

A Pacifist I am, could not hurt a fly 

I abhor violence as an emotion I cry

though as a rule in general adhere to the light, keep the faith of Jesus as every fight of right, there was a man I believe that it's true 

Chris Kyle a man of faith too

He kept his eye on the target through short range and long, very narrow minded and held his breath so strong

Each shot he had taken took a persons life, thinking all the time of his children and his wife, saving fellow countrymen from a incendiary, grenade or bullet 

Americans should be proud for every man serving in it.

Sadly he died doing what he loved

Helping wounded soldiers recover from the horror of war, leaving them with nightmares from the things that they saw.

A sadness I disagree with fighting wars for political gain, yet without the strength of Chris Kyle some lives would not have been the same.

Instead of sending men to war give peace a chance, have another dance

God bless America, England and France.