A long hard trip

Intellectually astute, renowned for thinking, clever to the task, intuitively clinking, quickened logic formerly slick, emotional collapse when his brain went click.

Thoughts of the world, bridges built, towers of glass raised up from silt, mountains climbed, tunnels channeled, children hungry, politicians flannel

Disastrous read more bad luck news, a heart of flickers continual blues, he placed a rope on his neck then jumped from the bridge, said “what the heck”

Soul searching for peace, no peace found, regressing back to a torturous past, doomed throughout fading fast, nothing good would ever last. 

Closing eyes, until feeling fine then flew like a bird for a moment in time, sparkling stars, tightening grip, was this real, or just a blip, a cup of coffee, with one last sip, tragic end to a long hard trip

My Dad

My dad told me a story of forty years before, when he was young and there was a World war, I thought ‘he is old, well; what does he know anyway’?

the petulance of youth never seems to fade, ignorance is everything when you know it all,

Life has been difficult, if only I could hear him once more, to really listen, intent to learn, I would have had less bridges to burn, my father was a hero, a young voluntary fireman, a royal airforce cadet, saving Saturdays for a little shilling bet, Harold, Red & Pat, a short tempered rat with a heart of gold, a maniac cat he owned, it would always attack, confused and alone now though surrounded by friends, most times I think my life would end, I’ve no more to give, burned to the ground, to rest a buzzing mind from an abnormal sound, no, stay quiet, not be found. 

Do not look for me in the flowers

Do not Look for me in the flowers, the sky up above

A warm caress of love to your little girl pup

a Red breast Robin, comes quite near

gives a knowing look without any fear

I will not be a ghost wandering around

In the house there, I will not be found

I am not the the touch on your shoulder

the sound you heard jumping on the bed

I will not switch on the tv or open the shed

For god loved the world, he gave his only son

That whoever believes in him will be in heaven 

Do not look for my reflection in the glass  

I will be in heaven, probably sitting on my arse

do not cry for me for long,  you will see me again Do not look for me for long, an angel I will send  I’m not here on earth, I am gone. 

I will see you in heaven, home in the sky

If you believe in Jesus, I will be by his side 

I will look for you in the morrow’ 

I will search always, for you

somewhere over the rainbow

In the garden of Eden below the clouds too. 

Complete part.

Miles apart, Close together, 

Cliffs of chalk, mountains of heather,

awareness of presence, close to my heart

feeding a hunger, a feinted non-start.

Afraid of fear, dangers unknown,

wherever in the world, sadness alone,

contend to do right, a fiery red setter,

challenging rise of a future that is better

Don a cloud of grey and mist,

heavy heart, a mental twist,

Overcasting rain, well it gently falls

Overzealous thoughts, who knows or cares at all.

Who is your Judge?

One day, could be soon, there will be no choice…only one question to ask… 

who  is going to judge you for what you do now? 

Odious youth

Suffering youth a continual hurt 

alone in the playground expelled as if dirt

wanting to feel wanted extradited out

wondering on earth what existence is about

Misunderstood throughout life

giving it the best to struggle and strife

hoping for a pain to end his misery 

a sharp pointed knife in a whisky distillery 

Dapple grey with powerful eyes

a horse in a field blinkered blind

Petra standing on the right side 

his best friends nearby to confide

walking home alone the moon will follow

tipsy from drink sorrowfully hollow

photographs of children they have grown

beloved dog joyously chewing a bone

Tomorrow his birthday they all will come home

Call for compassion

1989 the end of the Cold War, the Berlin Wall falls

Nations joined large and small

The word on everyone’s lips, “one world together”

At last we can breathe an air of peace forever 

Or so we thought, people without wanted more

People with’ wanted even more

The east has a new life, a new found freedom 

Less restriction began, financial growth, 

religious movement with gods love,

a new garden of Eden 

Creating politicians over the earth with power, 

there; aligned a chance to make good

openness to enjoy everything we should

Travelling across borders, enjoy different tastes 

a possibility for ecological gains to make pace

Planting new seeds for breathable trees

Oxygenate lands with the new found peace

Expand seas, reams of ocean life

Greater developments of coral reefs

unfortunately with power grows greed

Selfish uncaring corruption are abound

Kindness ebbs away using propaganda  

Hard sentiment for the poorest and less able 

poison in the veins flow with debt

believe we have everything, we haven’t yet

Now we are in dangerous times, a world at war

Putin kills people, ‘just people! 

Fathers, Mothers, Children die, homes destroyed

Russia has taken a step towards implosion 

using illegal weapons of explosion 

The uk is sick, the USA too

Join together in love , before it is you!!

Generous of heart

“Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.”

‭‭James‬ ‭1:27‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Paranoid Delusion

Splendid irrelevance

Where would I be without it? 

1 John 3:18 NKJV

“My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.”

‭‭

Soup to ease the mind

 Awake all night, I feel that I’ve lost control, my mind is buzzing, a horrible noise, it will not let me sleep, an electrical charge that’s somehow gone wrong of late, the buzzing noise of a mobile phone on silent vibrate, 

I don’t know what to do it’s something that I hate, 

incapable of movement like a chicken in a coup, 

there is only one thing that may help, 

I think I’ll make soup, 

To the future see

Indescribable sway of sea creatures in the middle of a storm continuously cutting forward unable to conform

A king of unscrupulous tactics  not a person free

humanity has its foul stench a bloody gory scream 

facing the unknown enemy, hardly ever seen

Bludgeoning his weakened pray, the win is his today, a sword; used to have a sharp point is a blunted heavy wedge, chunks missing from decapitation,

destruction of all nations grasping a ledge

survival in misery, bodies form a hedge

Decisive angry death, not a remorseful tone, no sorrow within their hearts, congenitally demone 

stand to look at victory, burning pyrite 

Smashing the skulls of a weakened mess

humanity at its end, sadly digressed

beautiful lush green hills, forests of gold

a sight of the future, be the story told

neglect responsibilities a dreadful tale, without the love of giving, the living be bold

Red

Red as the blood running through our veins, red flag flying high, a red vision congregates as a logic within our brain’s, poisoned with the red wine pouring down our drains, intergenerational excuse for who we are, the reason for traditional faults on our cars, no more shall we sway left from corruption of Tsars, Blue lost the vote from closing our bars, align the centre, wheels do turn, move too fast a house can burn, store black dust in a undertakers urn, put in its place a big green fern, will the human race ever learn?

 

Warm Home

It is cold, icy air blows
Watching the rain trickle down my window pain
reflecting light as drops fall…. scintillating 
An appointment to attend, work is waiting
My mind in a tizzy, so what should I do?
Look through the window and think of you
be brave for a moment, put on a coat
But it is cold, icy air blows
I think I will stay at home
say “I’ve got a cold” 

Twist-Ed

I dance among the Lily’s, the aromatic scent recalling the day that your love last went, no truth or lie, the scent lingers long, though I cannot recall the memory of our song, 

The sheep flock on the hill in pastures anew, the hunger of the wolf, means no one is eating stew, mist rises up direct from the east, a full moon tonight quip’s  terror from the beast

Tracks run on far, too far to see, a trudging of a boy who lives in fantasy, the strength of the wind blows a storm across the land, a creaking broken roof brings death to the man

Lightening catch the fish, yet the anglers very far, exploding power towers have landed on his car, he lay there frozen stiff, wrapped with his belt, while electric powers sparking his dashboard does melt. 

Trees around fall, the womans feeling small, her heart is up for claim and she wishes to live again, the shack that she is within spins to lose or win, rain is pelting down, she’s in need of a friend, yet it is a shame, she has o friend to send.

The storm passes by, still he struggles on, weak at the knees, the once good friends have gone, hands are stiffened with bitter twisted vines, it’s too long to continue on in a chilled ugly life, without his best friend, his one departed wife. 

Mr Putin

Mr Putin - how do you want to be remembered ?

Killing children, Ukraine to tell

A bomb to power for a place in hell

Mr Putin - negotiate peace, a hundred year war for a thousand year lease

A world of Russians suffer for your abstract cause, 

Has history not shown you a thing about war! 

Mr Putin - how do you want to be remembered ?

A decade of ruin, a debt with a clause. 

Live a hero or die a fool ?

Thursday

Explosions all around, dying people everywhere , I hide behind the walls in dreads of fear, screaming in the street, lasers fill the grey void of winter chill, perhaps it’s time to swallow that final pill, as the building collapses into demise, I can hear the fainted passing of another life, in panic I cannot breathe and begin to sweat until I am soaked through and completely wet, there is a blast nearby loud of boast, am I to die?, I do not know, all of a sudden a shadow is close, I’m taken by the hand of a Holy Ghost, a guardian angel of subtle look, in one arm a tuba and the other hand a book “do not fear, she utters sweet”, for you are still alive within your sheets, she taps me gently upon my face I open my eyes to white satin lace, it was so surreal, a nightmarish dream or could have been the future that I haven’t yet seen, whatever the case another ruined night brought on by the panic of a horridly frightening sight. 

Beautiful Heart

A time frozen still, a picture in my mind, I shall keep it, as it is all but mine, an overwhelming feeling every day, When I close my eyes, I am where my heart doth lay, rolling hills blend a curvature of one land, I am mesmerised with the fields, so much that although I’m not there I can feel the grass with my clenched hand, I yearn to breathe, to touch, to feel, the Cotswold hill and the sheep still, yet I never will, blessed though they all be, this said is Englands victory, beautiful forests, breathtaking view, so what keeps me here? You may ask anew, a simple answer may be due for ‘there  is no better place on gods Green earth than to feel your kiss and be near you.

Bad Intentions

Beware foolish ghouls that attack you in your sleep, the tragedy of lost souls, a secret they may keep,

Beware little rascals with talons on their feet, cleverly disguised as children, laughing as you weep,

Tormented crying babies, within evil lurks, men that snipe with anger, narcissistic jerks 

Beware the rich and powerful, anger they will wield, reaping a failed stock of corn in their thousand acre field

Evil fortune bring it in, “our neighbour and our friend” they sing, the colleague of intentions poor, a little crazy, pretentiously poor, poisoning thought…‘what’s it for’

Beware a trail of heartache for history alas gone since, suicidal thoughts we have a lie and a sin, heal a soul daily with a prayer and a little gin. 

Breathe

No matter where you are, what you are doing or how busy…STOP!, walk outside, look at the view or the trees, the bird in the air, or simply the sky, take a moment,  absorb all, close your eyes & breathe