Isiah 41:10

Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand

Amen 

Near, yet far

Bitter hard is twist as fate, well awash the ecstatic face, no more tears of joy with drink, spread on plaster base, incredulous cover of satin lace.

Swarm the tower, fragment our thoughts, demolish utopian congretional thoughts thus strive on course, the cockroach spreads when squashed on boards.

Eruptious practicality, wishing smiles, never mock truth inflicted,  travel for miles, delay the haven, suspend ones peace, when finally at the end, we will feel release, then hold on close to heavens child. 

Winter chill’

The warmth afore ere feel, summer fails, leaves lie brown are dampened now, tis’ with faint heart thy welcome in, nor by choice let winter sin, calm seas swirl, waves roll and prance, redemptions here to steal away the stags last dance, a heinous horror doth plenty kill err’ multitude of souls therest lie ill, thou’ sorrows thorn till festive eve, a child sleeps a baby born, while those that lost, forever mourn.

Our own image

Humans grew over millions of years to become conscious, intelligent, sentient, Sensuous, self thinking loving, hating beings. Robots are singled minded, single tasking machines, yet humans are perfecting this build yearly,  will man ever be able to make a being such as a robot in his own image? ….If so,  will this make him a god ? 

If humans became god, would he stop killing cod, travel to other alien planets, would he hunt and kill, how can man be trusted when they carry a bitter pill, when their intentions are to make the weakest ill, 

Only when the earth is loving and kind, people stop to notice the world is there to find, eradicate sickness, the poor and the blind, look after their back  yard, before spreading misery on to another kind

Then will man be a god?

Not a chance

The Path

Walk through the Valley, injustice at thy steed, tread very carefully, move with speed, be certain for righteousness whatever thy need, the path is hazardous wherever it leads.

Masculine Throng

Gone when I returned, one vanquished and twenty, reason not found, yet there were you whence I came around, resting quiet, perfect and still, not a blemish nor a mark in glorious colour, my heart subdued, there you lay statuette in the dark. 

A Hard Man

A heart set in stone, leathered face, forever alone, persecution carved on a concrete throne, where is the man that longed for eternal love to be held tight?  transparency departed, weakened internal fight, known to some as a rock, prepared to kill, yet peculiarities to the few, a hero that feels, Where is the man that longed for love, to belong, has long since passed and long since gone. 

Natural Progression of peace

It began with a fastidious coup, first there were a few, a steadfast point to serve irradiation of radicalism, a sway in the way, destroy the beast, finance the place of a hero, the price of oil from dollars to zero, he is sat in the carefree palace, democratic father, a justified god or Nero ?

Terrorism has had its day, destroy it and make them go away, yet a land cannot be forced to change, nor can you immediately heal a dog from the mange, freedom comes at a cost with death, pain & Loss, soldiers are people, people lose lives.

Closing the operation down, a choice of a clown, men flying home gaining little but a frown, a slap in the face, Neh! Courage is the victory, war isn’t won by force, winning is when the good rise from within of course, freedom will have its chance, at the last day, most probably with the last dance. 

A beautiful Day

Along the beach, the waves are crashing, hitting the rocks, sometimes smashing, the Surf is strong, water is white, high in a peak, the surfers delight, strong legs push, the board swishes, a heavenly kiss from the angelic like fishes, the wave rolls high and spins thou leaps, a mermaid catches then pulls them deep, a gulp of water, swim up not stop, find thy board and climb on top, a beautiful day 

Rest in the sun

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

Forever more I will be.

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. 

My Shadow

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. 

A new day

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. 

Peace at last

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.

Humourless antiquity

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.

Great Tribulation

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. 

NO - 3

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

Goodbye my friend

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. 

My Mum Doreen

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

Bad Landlords

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.