Lyndsey

I saw the beauty, it was her name, I carved it on the wall, her long golden her, her eyes of Blue, Her name echoed Lyndsey, her legs were tall, yet I was small.

Adorable to me, my heart was a flutter, it felt to me as though she could melt butter, with her little wry smile that’d linger a moment, I would lean on the wall and observe for a while.

Surrounded by girls and boys alike, she; crowd stopping to see, for only a fleeting second she would notice a boy like me, last I heard, Lyndsey became a model, took lots of drugs and liked a little tipple.

History  is part of a tiny memory, encouraged by money, drugs, friends, men a many, Lyndsey lost weight, on a bulimic craze, surrounded by faces at her grave side mass, it all seem trivial, if a little crass.

Diverse sorrow

Tis’ a tainted line I frequent with no reason to beg for forgiveness for as a inspirited angel I tread the path of righteousness, forsaking none aside myself, alas at the mercy of thy bitterness in my’ direction

Thy hand cast a rock that breaks as it falls fragmenting into pieces, showering thee with an avalanche of hail like stone, thus piercing a hole within my pure heart. 

Prayer has its persuasiveness with many a proven miracle at my side, yet as I fear when the prayer ventures away from my lips miracles progress for another as ordained, though my feelings of anguish express theirselves at my impatience 

Thy hand is at my heart fondling away sending pain to my very inner being, yet I empathise with thee, still the same as you have suffered beyond mention, my attention is brought to your desperation and if thy do not recover well then I have failed in my attention to your functional needs, I will endure forever, sorrow. 

Why?

Why weep ?.... when you’re guilty of blame

why complain ?..... you’re overwhelmed with shame

why beg forgiveness? then do it again

Why not change ? Or are you just the same ?

Sweetness of patience

A dream came true, a prayer was answered, I changed my shirt, my back began to hurt 

Loving every day with weekends off, the first time at peace, what a wonderful feeling of release, painting a skirting, my back began hurting. 

Exercise daily, five miles or more, lifting heavy objects by the score, placing paintings, art and more, but this damn back is rather sore

A list of jobs, go on and on, but I wouldn’t have it any  other way, finally my mind is at rest each and every day, except for my back, I’d like to say. 

It’s getting better, i am fitter than ever, a wonderful place, full of joy and grace, a head that cares for the human race, still have my painful back to face, somehow, some way, it’s getting better every day. 

Damn Back! 

Ravelled

A binding of my heart, a creeping vine, a chance went a begging, a complicated start, I stood tall mimicking an oak, caressing a powerful mind, unwrapping a story, a belittled fragile joke

Weakness of thy soul, Corruption of the mind, punishment for all,  will not go a miss for the lord is not blind, a prayer for deliverance, recovery for good, a change in ones behaviour, trouble far behind 

Am I clever, stupid or soppy?,  a person with diligence, an indulgent carbon copy, remember the fun we once had shared, look back on our youth, irretrievably different, perhaps we never cared.

I love the world and all it has to offer, the chance to meet interesting people, to share a moment together, the children with joy in their faces, adults taking them places, the look on their tiny little faces at Christmas time, opening their Xbox Cases.

To see a baby in the arms of love, hear the last post played almost perfectly from a white handed glove, in the future nothing taken for granted, the reality of truth, not of an opinion which is slanted. 

A promise of a bright future to be had by gaul, those tiny minded people calculating and small, will turn to the dust on Judgement day, with a twist of a hand to crumble and fall. Yey Crumble and fall.