When your at rock bottom there is only one way you can go!!

Every house built, starts from a single brick

successful people achieve one success at a time

Accept sometimes you  fail,  pick yourself up and rise  from the ashes as if you are a phoenix!.

What’s a day worth ?

Wash away your worries, seal your regrets 

The capable person is one who forgets

put your head  in the fridge to chill 

Take one more of those little yellow pills

Just remember to eat your bread

you won’t be eating anything when your dead

So do what you like, whatever makes you happy

Why panic about triviality, then feel crappy

Go to bed at nine, read a book or watch TV

Whatever you do decide to do

keep calm and breathe easy

Undazzle translucent, melt the fusion

Where possible, be a living light, airless and breezy 

Free of restraints, without the confusion

Breathe in a new year

Snow capped mountains, freshwater rivers run, mineralised forests whistle, an accompanied humm, swishing a swathe rustle thumping drum, words of operatic splendour everyday song, whirling motions, tuneful tones, winter chills deep to the bone

Waves of eruption on earths weakened edge clustered cartilage boulders fragmenting to stone, smashing tiny fragments returning them home, plasticised death a whales unnatural feed, empty sea of fish oversubscribed netted, unfree

The moon above protruding its shimmering light, follow it with caution deep into the night, shadows of a glimmering light, glowing red of the planet Mars, birds of the world together following the stars

There is streak of light broadening warmth across the world, Spring promises flourish of life, a new year unfurls, shoots of crocus flower, daffodils anew, luscious grass is melting mist from a morning dew

Born a child in London the fog hurt my throat, I had never seen a cow for real or the milk from a goat  Fur hats worn aplenty by neighbouring Hispanic Jews, richest folk wore thick fine furs from minks of rare but few, England could be a better place now if we knew then what the richest can do

Grant

Can I offer you light, the warmth of a blanket

Speak words of comfort to help your fight

Can I Wrap you in friendship then say goodnight

Will you stay not taking flight

Speak to me no more warrior of life

Do not share a song if it’s all the same

For you were Tilted like Chaleur Humaine

can I drink with you one last time

dance away relinquish the flame

 Rollicking a rolling away goes the bus

An exchange of thought in a valley of dust.

This world is dreadfully unjust

Is it an ‘Ism’ ?

Look around see the chasm, maybe it’s part of the human condition? , a gain in power to hide a spasm, irrelevant, there is a truth, is there a fundamental flaw in anything that is an ‘ism?”

Wretched Saviour

As I was strolling I fell into hell, through a slivered slope, unbeknownst to thine eyes, ferocious fire swarmed til’ a screeching sought my soul, spiting thy living breath oust of thou’ humanity, thus death bequeathed a punishable end, 

Thou’ god reached far into the depth of Satan’s grasp with one hand astray, casting thy sway, compliments of graciousness to live another day, miracles he; thus passed , I thank thee lord forever at last, forgiveness of thy past. 

Avid Viewer

Psychology dreamt to condemn the weak, television showing a weekly episode of the obtruded personage freak, an alien escaped the poverty torn land that they once escaped, living near free, lest cheap, condemnation through hard working viewers call it evening entertainment, obesist unemployable leech, thoughts spoken the least, deceitful treacherous Connivant political motive, designated corruption outset, broadcasting agenda smearing, molecule percentages inconsequentialy important realism,  provoking intellectual change, hideousness, a generational sect, National depth of inhumanity for a polling box collect

English Heritage

Thag castles foundation beneath thy shrine, 

Das Gold ist in deiner Tasche

Palace of consequence stitched in time 

spectacular nuance of living fine

Silver tonguing lick out a pitiful snake

Gleeful generosity for a drip feed

Cutting black stuff in a deepened mine

feeding a family of nine

Grotesquely skeletonised children 

There is none that see supposing thou’ blind

Thag castles not a palace grown from crime 

Expressing a peerage  passionate embracial, kind

receptum colouful

Quomodo enim in unius tantum dolorem in una septimana. Oculos meos oculos parumper spem nequaquam plorabis, in mundo enim mens ridet, et supellex varia ad receptum 

The story of Aimee Jay James

There is a wonderful little town called hope, where the parishioners dutifully elected their own God-fearing pope, a church of stone, a navy blue phone, no person there kept their business unknown, watched by day, asleep at night, the barbers cat was the scariest creature, he only attacked in fright. 

The town was safe with a happy refrain yet, after this evening things could never be the same, a young girl, fifteen years of age disappeared, never seen again, a young man they arrested when she went missing, the week before they were seen together kissing.

The story leads us to thirty years in the future, Aimee Jay James was found dead by the river, forty five years of age, recognised by her DNA the same girl that disappeared on that fateful day, Joseph the boy was hung in sight of an angry lynch mob who were regretfully, not right, Joseph died that dreadful night he had no willing cause to put up a fight except in his head they said he wasn’t right.

The truth is sad yet true to aim, Aimee jay James stepfather was the one to blame, he hid her in a cavern that he meticulously built, lining it with brick walls, no windows, no guilt, imprisoned as a slave for thirty years, she had been a captive ever since, without any tears, beat and abused then filled with drugs, kept Aimee undernourished without food, she had water in an old white jug using it to fill her cold metal mug.  

Along came the spring, her captor weakened and sick, the long hard winter had taken the strength on his grip, he entered the prison, said to Aimee Jay “sorry you have not been fed” the old man placed the shiny black pistol to his head, he pulled the trigger, of course he was dead, Aimee gathered her things, she walked away from hell, frightened of her new found freedom, out in the wild, as a new born child, it was like hearing for the first time, the birds, the trees, the flowing river, the buzz of the bees.

As Aimee Jay kept walking on, legs about to collapse, her mind in the woods, sick to the stomach, due to lack of food, without the controlling drugs that kept her in a calming mood, she glanced at the river, then the fish within, she was hungry and very thin, Aimee felt so tired, she was in need of a sleep, she continued two kilometres then fell from her feet, rest was the requirement she needed forever, no life at all with the struggles of tether, they buried Aimee Jay James at the river she lay, beside beautiful Azaleas that blossomed in May.

 

Twinkle in Thy Time

When my fate is duly drawn, my days grow old of fight, my angel will leadeth me with thought on, into the darkness of the night, my body withered and worn, grew old for life whatever be the cause, thy soul will follow thou spirit, leave away thy structure made to pause.

thy stars I follow, tho’ journeys away to space, galaxy of many wonders, ne’ breeze upon my face, thy beckon me to observe, a darkens twisted vine, humanity of ugliness clinging boldly on for time, forever it seemed thy travel ever since it began, though virtual relaxation and peace apon the land

futuring on thy craft of light, throu’ seemed a trillion stars bright, I never could have distanced, thy vision yo’ neared to me in sight, ahead a golden gleam, a palace of silver walls with gates of gold, a picture of a wonderment, a thousand miles tall, I was in awe at a shiny crown capping the roof, sitting on a ball, lands upon its surface identical to earth, a belt of diamond shaped stars locked around the girth. 

I drew nearer the glowing palace of thy lord, thousands lined the streets, clapping, “smile’ were the words , I saw familiar faces, the people that I loved,  the history and the future in the land above, My mother, My father led me to the mansion in thy head, eventually once I reached there, ‘‘twas an amazing garden shed

A night out

Encroachment if he speaks, encouragement uplifts the confidence he seeks, out of depth, never to embark, drink more whisky then a walk in the dark, thoughts of a desperate task, not moving in fear, frozen on the spot, dared not ask for a dance, or take a daring chance 

on the cold street while walking to his room, he heard a clink, a bottle dropped, he hurried on, reminding himself not to stop, footsteps from a door in front and behind, a thump to his head, the shock of it sent him blind, at least two were cursing and kicking him all over, he wondered why he was clubbing in Dover.

Eventually he felt no pain after losing consciousness his demise brought them gain, the police questioned who he’d upset and why?,  they never found out, he was one more victim that had died, the family placed flowers on the street of the crime, the only thing his mother could do was fall to her knees and cry

Yin and Yang, Karma at play, tread on a twig, unbalance the day, kill an insect, blow too much, if it is a must, be gentle with touch, bury a seed, plant a tree, work hard like Martha or believe and see. 

Hmm!

Everybody has one good book in them, I am intuitively different, my brain is an explosion of never ending particles of electrified sparks encountering damp illusions completed by worries and short circuited confusions. 

%}#€$&: - Crazy

A little bit crazy is fine, a little bit crazy is fun, a little bit crazy can be undone, a little bit crazy is comedy sublime, so long as a little bit crazy is not all the time.

A whole lot crazy is noticed quick, a whole lot crazy allows plenty of magic for a crazy trick, a whole lot crazy is dangerous if your the leader of the free world and people believe in your rhetoric 

Power crazy is the way to fast leading, power crazy leaves others suffering and bleeding, Power crazy should never be mixed with a little bit crazy or whole Crazy as it brings out the worst in people rich or lazy

I must confess of being a little bit of all three, so I have dinner for breakfast and breakfast for tea.

I will walk to paradise

I whisper in the whispering gallery, I talk on the phone, I shout in an empty room when I’m all alone

I Jive in the hall, I trot on the road, I sing in the shower so nobody knows 

I take photos with my mind, I smile with my eyes, I kill all my enemies in a moment of mime

I live in peace, I die with hunger, I was much too late to stop no mans land as a runner

I scream on a mountain, I close my eyes to auschwitz, I heard the Berlin wall crumble, roll over and tumble

I was born a Christian, I grew up a Christian, I entered the war a Christian, I shot a Christian, then one day, I’ll die a Christian. 

Through the tunnel

I ventured into darkness, sorrow taking my soul, nothing that is new to me, forever in a hole, for when a child, I sped through the river tunnel under Greenwich, before realisation pounced upon me that I had the sheer panic of returning back home,  once more alone

A long tunnel it is, my mind is in a tizz, wishing the lights were brighter, focusing on the end, petrified of what I may find, a bend is up ahead, leaving tragedy  behind, searching for a peaceful, colourful sign, twisting, turning, a long way up, sweating and burning forever yearning.

Irrespective of the timepiece I wear upon my wrist, I keep on going, just cannot resist, up every slope, down every cavern, around every twist, the devils brace is clasped on tight, I fear a sharp turn leading deep on to the right, Continually searching for the bright white light, floating way up on the sail in the wind of a kite

A journey Once travelled, a chancing delay, once again on the road that leads to dismay, forever a struggle though no fault of mine own, a stone ridden road that I have travelled til’ grown, snakes bite my ankle, shoes leak with rain, forgiveness unknown, then I will go there again, future in doubt, past left in tatters, I am alive today and the fact is what matters. 

un français qui passe

Grey skies above when I fell in love, Sodden were my shoes when I first saw you

Crazy with drink, laced with drugs, a glance of the moment we slowly hugged

A mystical swirling mist when we partook a kiss or was it just smoke from your cigarette of bliss

A memory etched into my fragile mind, an Andy Warhol piece of art, of a very different kind

When at last I saw you vomit on your dress, that was the last time ever but I could have guessed

Your friends called a taxi then you were gone, now I’ll never forget the moment, we danced to that bloody song

L’AVENTURIER INDOCHINE, I saw your perfect moves in the Music Machine, freedom to express but always too keen

Au revoir je t'aime, à la prochaine were the parting words that were spoken, I’ll never see you again.

Prodemic

I saw the bat that carried the virus, they were not to know. The human race needs to eat, Cockroaches, dogs, pigs feet, a large barbecue, a small amount of money with a little treat, the remains of filth of the human pilf, forestry felled for the use of tilth. 

Coronavirus began in Wuhan City, now isn’t that a pity, they would never think of eating bat in London Town, Lizard or snake, there’s the accusation of eating lamb at twenty five pounds a leg, I ask you who’s making a mistake?, with a Wellington bake, Surely food is there for the take, not a commodity of the free Democratic race.

Tragedy wherever it begins places the Earth at a costly sin, millions will die from human error, the eyes of the old  show the real threatening terror, the planet warms, the ice caps melt, the children in school cannot even spell, destructive, odoriferous, perfidious greed, over selling the cause is an odious feed.

Intellectual farce with the clowns at the helm, let us pray for a harvest and burn all the chaff, ridicule self loathing chastise them for laughing, pack them off to hell. prioritise our ties, no more lies, stop inoculation allow some of the flies,strengthen our immunity, retrace the demise, punish the fools, Kill all their spies. 

A fools paradise, ecclesiastical curse, look after the hungry or it may get worse, let a river flow to refresh the thirst, wash your hands forevermore, protect the bubble then close the door, our children will one day know what it was for, their granchildren will scream your such a bore, 

Thank God it’s not a war, or is it? 

Not a mere fish

It was not a mere fish he caught, radically a benign flounder, created from a dream by an overseeing founder, deep within the knowledgeable mind of a strumming, drumming sounder, as a child banging tins with a hardened rubber pounder, dipping his rod into the lake that’s perpendicularly rounder, it was not a mere fish he caught as he sat on the ground, aah

Falling at 16

Shimmy Shammy overwhelmingly clammy, slipped and fell, unbelievably Jammy, landed in a pile of builders sand, my friend looked down, said “you alright, can I lend a hand?”, no damage done, although it was not fun, frightened to the hoof, when I fell from that roof. Just winding up the electric lead, falling backwards at quite a speed, the lesson I learned back then, thus far is, never walk under the safety bar.