A bright day, summer at play, they cannot wait to have fun again, young at heart, old in scorn, slightly fragile, a little forlorn, years gone by, aged & worn.
Lovely feeling when the sun warms our skin, hardly see thy kin, rusty old fingers, unbendable digit, bore me not for I begin to fidget, beautiful years of sunshine ahead, could be miserable but then, I could be dead, remove the voices from thy thoughts close our eyes and rest thou head
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Nothing am I, if you pass me on your travels then walk on by, if you smile I will wait a while, your desire is not my fire, I ring no bell on a church spire, I will be forgotten within a month when I pass on by.
If you love me, tell me so, I will love you back, I will not hold, yet if you don’t then let me go, to live as free is as much joy than a rich mans gold, wrap yourself in me or let me be.
If you ever feel lost in thoughts of once apon a time, I am there with my mobile phone, your burden will be mine then once when alone, you may not care, I will not be there, alone I can be even when in company and forever more, I will be.
Forever more I will be.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
As I walk my shadow falls, it looks as if I’m six feet tall, I reach the hill my shadow shrinks, what a climb my old mind thinks, I reach the top then comes a race, A quickened pace, red in face, my shadows so tall with trees for lace, I reach the location, dark and still, I cannot see my shadow, though it’s with me still, to a new location, on a beautiful hill.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Yesterday I was broken, the only thing I have to bring with me are tears, today is a new day, I have no guilt or remorse, there is some deep pain, of course, some memories last the course, yet today is a new day, new beginnings, I close the door, everything is forgiven, you cannot hurt me anymore. I can start afresh, there is no score.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Build that ladder, own that shit, buried beneath a pile of it, see the sky, breathe in deeply, button your cuff, the shit is seeping, a mile climb, don’t look back, use some of the bricks from the wall you cracked, it’s time to heal while your sleeping, beware of the treacherous friends your keeping, one day soon it’ll be time to stop, on the grass of green at the pastures top, look up far at the twinkling stars, the trouble behind you, peace at last.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Deep as an arrow, wounded by thy words of bitter resentment, cut in throes of ecstasy, same toxicity, hurt on the right, trip on the left, how long can one hide the pearl crusted forgetfulness, til thou’ heart breaks, retention holding fast to the tears welling, inexorable felling.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
It is a common brow thy eyes see, broad as the view from thou’ dignitary, highest on perch, morality o’ thy cruel, obscene in ones ostentatiousness rule
A penny, farthing, a shackle or three, taketh thy journey to the whispering tree, sensor sensibility, ridicule thy house, wear a shield on a fashionable blouse a high clad odour for a stench of a louse
Sword in hand, spread thy word, take it to the many innocent unheard, speak through and on till’ the time you depart, eternally pleased that you made a fond start, a love shared true, straight from the heart.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
A stone turns with the winter chill,
toxins disperse from a bitter pill
too far gone for the baits been cast
Cover on cover blanket fast
Irretrievably set to eternally last
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A flicker of light goes out, a sudden loss of sight
It’s the end of the dance,
Memories once known have passed
at last a worried mind is now at rest
It wasn’t spoken, yet I knew you were the best
A tale to tell although a tale to few
A story of mental torture, drink and spew
Goodbye my friend, away to the stars
not much luck but you’ve not gone far.
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A missed beat brought about a slowing movement within her chest, I had not considered that she begun slipping away to a long waited rest, I wondered about the thoughts of her mind, then she spoke words gentle & kind, softly uttering, “I love you”…. “Jesus was a good man”.
As she slowly ventured to leave, her hand fell from mine, my mothers eyes were closed, peacefully she slept, passing away in the middle of the night, never before had I felt the kind of pain tearing my world with all its might, an eruption exploded from me, inside, that night a big part of my being died
Life continues as they say, yet by faith I will see her again one day, singing “que sera sera, whatever will be will be”, with her melancholy voice, she will be with me, my sisters, my brothers, my family, hurt will never go away until we’re together again one day
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Angela’s flat is so filled with damp, mould on the windows, black ceiling thick, legs in cramp. food pomp dine at the Ritz, the food banks offering fish and chips, isn’t life great if it touches where it fits
Handcock is the right name for a man that lives in shame. Important to follow the party line, you too could be a corruptible misogynistic swine, out of touch and out of time, lying to the public most of the time, ridiculously spoilt, green as a lime.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Revelation 21:4 NKJV
https://www.bible.com/114/rev.21.4.nkjv
A promise to inspire faith in ones heart, a wonderful piece of poetry, a good place to start.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Try not to allow what you’ve been through make you the person you can become, your experiences of sadness or hurt can leave you feeling numb, look to the future, the wonderful in you, a way free of bondage, you can be your own number one, see the better person you have become
Be kind then you’ll find likeminded fellows without being blind, with love to give in the same frame of mind, bitter resentful people will try to spike the fragility in you, walk away smiling, don’t let them hurt you, they are struggling, in their own twisted stew.
Achieve, believe, have faith in your appeal, try to be humble without overkill, be kind to whoever you meet, always be pleasant, soft in care, work your hardest, forgiving to the meek, please superiors of favours they seek, hold some back for the rest of the week, have some rest for you spiritual feed, accept love warmly it’s what you need.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity
Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car
Dust settles then sticks not travelling far
A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling
Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge
Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls
Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf
Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring.
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Fooled by the pressure, blown by the skirt
Sweat on the brow, dampened shirt
Feet full of sorrow, wet by the flood
Shock of such a horror that has drained my blood
Temper tantrums terror, drying with the weather
Laying back down, hoping to tether
Rains came along to help grass seed
Smashed a lip on a chair, finger wiped the bleed
sucked it dry, locked it tight,
set the alarm, so it’ll be alright
Time for fun, Pepper pig fun
Six and a half hours for a two hour run
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The story is strange to a town in the mist
I felt a thud, my head I did kiss
Stepping slowly 123,
bumping into a massive tree,
I hardly had time to feel or see
While laying beneath, the grand old Oak
Or so I thought until it spoke
“What were you doing?” It enquired cheaply
’I was rushing home quickly, til I hit a tree’
“I’m not a tree, I’m rather big you see, you bumping like that took the wind out of me”
I made excuses then quickly left,
I could not help feeling so sad and Bereft
Turning around to say goodbye to that bloke
All I could see was a grand old Oak.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
I’ll give you a million, what will you do? Buy tons of make up and the most expensive shoes, blow it on marijuana , Caviar at a steal, champagne on ice, hallucinating pills, I’ll give you twenty, you’d be dead in a month, with all the alcohol, expensive food for lunch, pay high taxes to even whats due, there’s a few in government that will say “that’ll do”, the majority have struggled on a measly wage, isn’t it time to turn the page?, forget the debt, position in the world, there’s people dying while you stuff yourselves. Homelessness, rotten teeth, the uks in trouble, you’ll never smell the stench, while in your bubble, your whole world could crumble if you lose your health, let’s hope you can afford it, keep storing your wealth, the surplus population will be dealt with by the score, disease by the masses, a glorious war, never be forlorn, just put up a fight, as a free voter you have every right, continue to be brave, Change what’s bad to good, then punch the air and enjoy some freedom…….just like you should!
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
A Lark or a laugh, a web of deceit,
creature creep while you lay asleep
It lurks under the bed, it’s in your head
be very careful, you could wind up dead,
Sky be rain, shadows fall
heads will roll if you stand too tall.
Slice or slither, cut like butter
wings flap away with a little flutter
Telling lies, so the story flies
a bitter widow rarely cries
Guns of sponge, bullets of plastic
bounce then blind as if shooting elastic
Dreams of reality, they could be true
Black and white, vicious dogs chew
Eat your heart, bite your leg
grind your bones, break your neck.
Is it true?, wildly free,
fantasyland or in your dreams?
Is it real, is it fake?
is there a sword in the lake?.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
