Saturday, 14 February 2015

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.



Tuesday, 10 February 2015

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!!.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

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

Sunday, 1 February 2015

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. 


Monday, 26 January 2015

Walks with me

The depth of it I don't understand
Controlling every thought within my brain
Paranoia from a sense of doom
Sometimes high, most of the time low
Never mind if it's all the same
I'll go back and start again

I see the corruption in every twist
A negative thought and a haloed kiss
The feeling good, over to soon
The sun has gone it's dark, sad
all that's left is the shadow of the moon

I walk alone along my path
I often cry and seldom laugh
am I the only one left to feel this way
No one listens long enough to hear my say, no one cares enough to feel
Follows my solitude with a Devils kill

Into the mortuary I will go one day
A dark little chapel, a final say
It would not be if it were up to me
My final heart would be beneath a tree
With birds wooing and calling their loves
A musical chorus from above

Peace from this depression
No more will I see the evil in life
The hatred from brothers in arms
Right wing atrocity, a race of 
velocity to gain the power of murderous fate, big tall fence, a hardened Gate, 
Scrape bloody fingers on the wall
I'll never be  part of it at all. 

Hallelujah, res ipsa loquitur, respice finem,
things speak for themselves, look back at the end, forget all the past hatred will not mend, darkened spirits descend to hell
resurgam in aeternum forever my friend.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Gloucestershire heaven

It encapsulates you, draws your breath and becomes part of your soul
Such beauty a luscious green, rolling hills continuously ecclesiastically pastoral 

Such beauty as never before seen
meticulously flowing as part of a wondrous landscape then underneath lies a soddy mire
Indiscriminately laid bare as if a feast before our very eyes desperately feeding a calm desire

River runs clear through the forest track
Inspirational rush on a dead mans back
trodden over for a thousand years 
gone so long are the pain and the tears
The cinders path you used to tread
now laid out from the bones of the dead 

Grand old mansion so proudly built 
From the stones around set laid back
All succumb to this beautiful place
This fabulous, wonderful land of grace.


Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Not Me

If each and every one of us had a fault an  oddity of some strange behaviour or persuasion, would we be open for every person to see or would we hide behind something that we are good at ? For it would be inexplicable to allow any one person in, to see us without our make up, our sensitivity hidden beneath a hard shelled exterior.
What would you say if I told you.
Every gay man or woman feels
Every black man or woman crys
Every foreigner loves
Every ugly man or woman is loved
Every poor man or woman suffers
Every disabled man or woman are human
Every man or woman alive today, be it friends, family or colleagues have at least one of the differences above, faced by persecution and hatred by other people, all due to an inability to accept someone different from ourselves.
Take a long inward look at yourself today, accept that you are what you are and accept others for what they are.
Find the humanity in you, be kind to all and open about your own inadequacies.
God Bless You.


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

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.


Monday, 15 December 2014

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.


Monday, 8 December 2014

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. 


Tuesday, 2 December 2014

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".

Monday, 1 December 2014

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.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

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.


Monday, 10 November 2014

1914 letter

Longing for, alone in this trench, more mud than me, caught in this stench
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.


Sunday, 9 November 2014

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.


Thursday, 6 November 2014

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. 



Wednesday, 29 October 2014

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 

What a commotion

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