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.

Bill O’Brien

Drown your sorrows, have a drink

Reddened nose, cheeks of pink

It 'twas'  a long time coming, a long time gone, twice the width and just as long

All the years with paranoid farce. You did not like children or would not be asked

Although you were thought of with warmth of heart, why not change your mind and break down the facade

A battle fought for everyday life

A drink or two to carry the strife

Merry with sherry, fun with scotch

mug in the bar up on the notch

drive to work sober, drive home drunk

Always the next morning

your spirit had sunk'.

riddled you brain, diseased your liver

Had a kind heart, enough for a giver

Died too young for my children to know

you could be a right so and so

Forgive you, there's none to give

You took on so much, took us to Loch Ness

remember you well, your intentions were good for an army Sargent  major in a guilt ridden mess

lorry mechanic in a Bethnal green firm

A prize winning fighter from the brownswood tavern,

liked very well by people who you knew, loved by us in our nice polished shoes.

Poor Done Hard

What is freedom?,
is it a word meaning free to do whatever one likes?
Or is it just a word to boost our morale and convince us we are free to do whatever we like?
I think it's a state of mind, who is really free?
Am I free? Are you free?
Struggling to get by each week
paying taxes so high so that only penny's are left to have a take away.
your freedom is freedom given to you by an unkind state
is it wrong to be on benefits cos your taking from all those hard working people?
well what have governments been doing for years except taking everything from you in tax
making the nation believe its for running of the country, then stripping it away from hospitals,schools and the welfare state,telling you that you cant have the raise in work because of the present hard times, this depending what government is in at the time of a man made recession, then when the financial crisis becomes good again because of a change from right to left or left to right, not giving you a raise because of the low inflation rate, while putting up your rent,petrol,energy prices etc., etc., government claim to not have a hand in controlling of that but don't believe it for a moment, who do all these contracted private companies  pay tax to?, companies that the government set up when these state owned companies became private, so private that they could hide any transparency and their Oxbridge friends could keep their sordid fingers in the tills.
so what is freedom?
well it depends just how shrewd the chancellor of the exchequer is
not many of us know freedom, bound by forty hour contracts a week
left with enough money to pay the bills and getting into debt for the flash car that we seek
capitalism means being in debt, if you don't believe me, then try to think of a country that is not in debt to another, try to find one of your neighbours that are not mortgaged up to the hilt and have loans coming out of their ears unless they are part of the silver spooned brigade, a class above anyone else with controlling shares on a board of their choice or a corrupt group of people hiding within a contemptuous greedy political system
which brings me to my last thought of transgression.
are you doing wrong to be claiming benefits off of the state (the state being all of us)?, my answer is simply, no its not wrong to claim benefits for those people that have been less fortunate than some others or have been made redundant because of a right wing decision to tighten the coffers once more or simply been unlucky and lost work.
then is it wrong to claim benefits, then work on the side to make up your money cash in hand?
yes its not only illegal but morally wrong too, how dare they, just like how dare corrupt people elected to look after the country and paid very good money for it!, also pilfer from the state, secret friends on a board, and hidden within a legal ring hidden on one side, paying for a governmental decision in a jersey bank account by a friend on a board somewhere.
yet corruption is everywhere from the unemployed to the highest earners which are also the lowest tax payers in percentage due to the amount of money that can be written off against something else.
the people suffering the most are the honest working to middle class person that are caught within all the trappings that modern life has to bring.
do you know freedom?
I doubt it, freedom is what your church offers to keep you even more controlled, to give whatever cash you have left to; whether its Roman Catholic,Muslim,Hindi,Presbyterian,Mormon or whatever, keeping masses controlled by brainwashing you into thinking that if you defy everything that you live for and do not work and make money then you will go to hell for it.
Conclusion: Perhaps there is a freedom but not within this world which we live or seek.
which is another question, if I am totally wrong why then did we have to go into African tribes that were very happy by the way and educate them into wearing clothes and working for food? to pay taxes i wonder ? what savages we were!!
as far as I can see there was only one man that ever lived that wanted to bring freedom to every person and with it peace and love, his name was Jesus Christ, oh yeah, I nearly forgot for a minute, didn't we put him to death?
John 3:16

Danny boy

Danny boy you walk through the meadow of flowers so blue

grasping the reeds of yellow and hue

alone in a field with memories gone past 

telling a story of  love till the last

Danny boy you live in a home all alone

surrounded by pictures of your life, feeling sadness not known

wandering in with thoughts of your wealth
pretending they are your lovers, yet wishing you poor health 

Danny boy now you should know better
you were raised up a good boy, parented to the letter

your mum and dad gave you all you could need
nice shiny shoes a place you could feed
a house full of joy for every girl and boy
warmth and affection and every kind of toy

Danny boy go out and see the world
instead of resting in the mist of an imaginary swirl
real life is within your grasp just keep on running so that your running fast
run on past the school that you hated most
round the next bend close to the coast
run past the hill where they punched you in the face
down to the chippy and into a safe place

Danny boy its not the way it used to be any more
your free to follow your will, to ignore any chore
to choose who to love very carefully
no need to hide in that tiny ally
no need  to fret and worry
your as free as a bird so be in a hurry
find your life dont give up without a fight
no need to sit in the dark of a lonely house at night

Danny boy they cant hurt you for sure
your a big strong man, not a child no more
all that you are is bound up in love
share peace with the world
and follow it with love.