Evil through relativity

Poison through the veins of the weak

Retaliation in the souls of the meek

Laugh as you hurt friends for strength

Cut the throat of those that you seek

To me you always seemed a freak

Never forget to stop and look

See the destruction left in your desire

People dead and your house on fire

Plant that image in your brain

Life will never be the same again

Protective custody until the trial

What you've done is seen as vile

People shouting in the streets

Kill him quick and make it neat

A guilty call heard far and wide

Even from your long lost bride

Your death decided on death row

Pay for what you reap and sow

Not long now to the fateful day

Strap you to the chair and take you away

Once forgotten twice the sin

pay for the history of your kin

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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".

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.

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.