A question of safety

One fine evening while strolling through the park, I lost track of time and it began getting dark, my thoughts went astray to another summer day, ‘ we were having a picnic under a tree’, some awesome memories came rushing back to me, while enjoying the flavour of a delicious pork pie, I looked way up into the sky, the tree began shaking vigorously, the wind blowing high, a damn conker fell from its sty and landed straight, into my left eye.

Blinded through the month of July, I felt like a one eyed spy with a monocular kind of view, like a pirate without a Parrot, a stew without a carrot, with my one good eye, I was only able to amble, while passing a bramble, I did narf cause a racket when I caught my blooming jacket, tearing from the razor sharp thorns, so not funny at all, tugging hard to get away, a thorn broke off in the knuckle of my finger and there it will linger, throbbing away but there it will stay until another day.

By order of the doctor in the inaugural part of August, the sun at its peak, a rest I would seek, feeling tired and meek, I fell asleep, I woke up at two, cream well overdue, burnt to a crisp like I’d been on a hob, my chest so sore was beginning to throb, a cold shower at night but I could not sleep with my eye, the thorn and a blister on my chest, I could not get any rest.

The next day did not come fast as I lay awake all night, I wasn’t fit to last, Getting up with careful thoughts put on my T-shirt then my shorts , I decided to have a nice gentle walk, arranging with a friend to see a show, though first I went for a pint in Bow, after one, two or three, I stood up to go, a delivery of barrels rolling down slow, I did not realise and did not know the next step I took I fell down the hole, Landing in the cellar hard, with no time for a calling card, I ripped my arm on a peg , so bloody and red, with my other cuts, burns and bruises, bump on my head, I’ve yet to mention, my broken left leg.

The moral of the story is easy when said, if you don’t want to have all these injuries, burnt, blind, with a broken leg, damaged clothes, nearly dead, the best thing that you could do is not to get up, stay asleep and stay in bed.

Wake up World

Silence the heavy birds, the rusty old rails, floating engines empty with the raising of the sails, manufactured motor cars an average of thirty grand, Carbon dioxide levels raining acid on our land.

Rain forests survival, essential for the earth, destroying every living creature in this open planned Girth, deforestation mass, a de-oxygenation catch, light another bonfire with another wooden match.

I’d like to tell you a farce of a boy that could not breathe, lived with chronic asthma, ‘til the age of twenty three, Mum was a Smoker, Dad was a drunk, Coal completely smokeless but his lungs were covered with gunk.

The government are clever, making fossil fuels Clean, Standard healthy Tax free driving for the wealthiest and mean, the poorest are to blame so make them pay more, cruelest  unnaive trick by the rotten to the core.

There’s not much fish left to buy or send, the use of plastics, coming to an end, Oceans of filth, decayed the reef foul, the death of capitalism must be now, the greed be over or the planet will die, there will be no home for the children in the future, no clouds left in the sky.

All will undo.

The world turns, it gathers moss, green as a winter, white with frost, two wars won, more have been lost, it always take war to measure the cost, social justice, a time for care, not to count  the pennies, living in fear.

Past generations, old and alone, the plenty suffer the Tories bare bone, rich do not care their greed beyond measure, unemployable and disabled are not living in pleasure, see what you have when the world reacts back, a rusty broken gate, a mark on your back. 

freedom is a feeling of penultimate joy for every Man,Woman, girl and boy, not the few that consider themselves better, not the wealthy and travelled go getter, nor the power crazed ridiculously smug, give the milk to the young carrying an empty jug. 

Race is a colour not fiend or friend, inside each person is blood that will blend, death to hypocrisy, closing of walls, open the borders, see the hatred fall, help the poorest and freely walk tall. 

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Enjoy if you like, if you don’t just read, I hope you find something to gather your thoughts. 

Love is life, be happy, live it in fullness, remember to share it, for happiness is infectious, Love is forever. 

Faith for strength

There’s a black monster spinning a web, clawing at each vital part of living organism, it kills as it grows, smothering healthy organs and tissue with its putrid decay taking life from its unsuspecting host, tiny tentacles deep in flesh  leaving blackness in its place, eventually the host dies like my Mum, my Grandparents,three out of four people will also.

There is a light received as good news, sad is not all bad, miracle cures are few and far between, yet they are discovered, new combinations are found to unlock this cruel menace, survival is there, try to consider all that is great with life , love everything that is possible to love, stay positive, while fighting, new drugs are found everyday, more people are winning their personal fight,  then one day we will win over forever, for all, Cancer Will die with the same destructive force that it brought to the life that lives. No more will future generations suffer, those that have lived and those that have died will be the legacy to finally destroy it.

My prayer:

 Please God, help in finding cures for these evil diseases, destroying lives and breaking hearts everywhere. Help families to come to terms with the sadness and loss of loved ones, to know that they are with god and have the final win with eternal life. Amen.

Matthew 11:28-29

 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,                          

and you will find rest for your souls.