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

Throwback Terror

Don’t box me in, shout or holla

Don’t fight my love or grab my collar

Dont swear out loud or call me fat

Dont ridicule my words or cause a spat

Release a dream then let it go

Catch deceit then tell it no

Try to sleep, the hurt will go

the cure you see, is to let it be

take a rest then wait and see

Catch a minute of breath or calm

To start again will cause no harm. 

It’s just a tattoo on my arm

Tattered remains to last

For you see I had nothing but the wilful rejection of heartache, I left without thought, yet if I stayed I would have been laid to rest, my old friends are past, giving all to the last, lots of love with plenty of graft, god forgive the sharpened thorns that slash within clasp, evil are ruins of once darkened preparations casting thy eye to the devil in the reflective glass. 

The remainders barely alive, surrounded by the likened clutching of haunted demons from guidance by satan thus sailing the ship into the dark, there will be no return for the bedraggled souls wherein’ to cast their mark, nay’ I have been given a piece of heaven, the joy of freedom airs the almighty god of love, I pray in thanks to Jesus for the forgiveness from above,  haunted from a hurt that will endure, through and last, yet protected by his grace, true, loyal and steadfast. 

Psalm 115:1

Not to us, O Lord, not to us,

But to Your name give glory

Because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth.

ciò che resta quando se ne va la lussuria

To quote, ‘love lasts forever’, tho' the strength of a strong vibrant flower weakens with a gasp of air, along with its fragility dies thus’ bringing it to an end and fateful demise, I grudgingly accept, ye’ will know of no such cause, till it unfolds an unnatural cause, passionately I kiss thee, thy feelings are unknown, o’ torment to be left forlorn, condemned ‘to have this desire for all, though in my fragile mind, Tis’ tainted, for I will love thee always, my heart will endure til’ the bitter finality of endured time, perhaps on’ 

Super bad

A bad choice at my time of life, obtuse to the core, I should have been wise, exclude the history of all good and done, an error of judgement that just, was not fun, the cracks are showing, a mental breakdown, I’ll live to regret the moment it begun.

Laugh Back!

When people are laughing at you, be strong, stand tall then, …..Laugh back! 

Love thy enemy with a Passion

Don’t shoot the breeze, for it has done no harm

Fill the world with forgiveness, Love, Joy and calm. 

The gentle breeze

A gentle breeze strokes my face on a warm summer  evening, reminding me at once of a memory and the flick of your hair tied with white satin lace, It was as real as if I had been touched gently by a ghost, sending a shiver through my soul by the presence of a loving host, time changing as I step through the Bermuda Triangle,  I am once again ambling slowly, there are children laughing at my fragility, for I am old and still very much alone. 

History in the Future

Light emitting diode, spinning entangled ray, secret of DNA in the nuclear fusion fight, splitting causes division as negative power of force, fading to non existence, a darkened dimming course.

Plasma combination, led rayed sight, encapsulated nuclear heat in shells of micro might, cross hair strands particles of gas, injected as stars in a millimetre mass, the higher revolution twisting, turning high, a volcanic class a million miles high 

Why?

Despise the shame of it, embarrassment accompanied with narcissism, oh to be fool at the realm, transparency without the remorse, a belligerent PM born with wealth of course, why of course ?

Climb up the hill, deny the chance to fall, work hard wearing your comfortable wool, keep close to the pack, not returneth thee to slack, weigh down the burdened sack, a sad sheep shall lie on its back.

One Day

Waking at five in the morning, peaceful tranquility, not a sound to disturb sleeping butterflies, here I am alone, disturbed no compensation for hardly any shutterbies, the trickle of an over zealous pump from my fish, yet still I wish, a desire, only to be cured with a loving kiss. 

Six o’clock the birds sing a song of wake, collecting my jacket off the hook, I shake, resembling a man who’s spirit is ready to amalgamate another day with good intentions, still dormant from the hard floor of redemption, still away I go, leaving the quietness of my life.

However strong, the change is too long, my hearts desire is to be at home once again, missing the precious moments that I am within your life, my companion, my love, I dare say, my wife, incorporating the chase, at five. 

Too long the song is mellow and sad, aching to dance lively with fun, a little fad, frequently the chance to move near In keeniss, I jerk for a minute to the awkward obscene jingle of the beat, until I collapse in a seat, retiring for the evening.

Weekend walking incorporating all the colours of my desire, deep red sky warns of danger to come, pleasant none the less, a peace unknown for some, while walking through the crested path gravel underfoot, I spoke to the little red breasted Robin, he rested close, baying for my attention or maybe for a pose, I will never know

‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭4:32‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.”

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16th August 1977

A perfect line with the edge spread, so typographical the news being said, white paper, black print, headlines such as this must be worth a mint, tragedy strikes all the same, it wasn’t the print, but it was the name, my thought was ‘Someone has gone wrong in the head’ the day that I read “THE KING IS DEAD” 

Of equal measure?

Tainted bite carried in the breeze with chimney smoke, wrapped in garment quilt and fine, sheep shiver woolly less readying for lambing season, the John Deere’s chugging lights shine in the fog, farmers wife cooking delicious pie in her old green Aga with logs.

Annie waits for the lift in her twenty floor block, gone ten minutes since 9 O’clock, shopping bags are heavy, icy cold shrill, up twelve flights with a weight that could kill, seventy two years last Sunday week, husband unwell, he has the inability to tell.

 a family of four, man and woman, children two and five, Adam had an accident tragically died, Kate in a wheelchair MS bound, still she can get up and move around, sadly not entitled because of this flaw, although unable to open the kitchen draw.

Oxford to live Oxford to die, a university challenge, a long time to cry, birth into wealth, a history at thirty born into a world where he is ejected and dirty, becomes a politician, climbs to the top, lost touch of humanity, has a fear to ever stop, promising one day to make them all pay, cut all the benefit’s to richen his way, 

Be the judge, the go between, smoke is smoke, a proportional screen, money in paper goes unseen, sometimes rich and sometimes poor, decide for yourself what your tax is for, for all to share or the box in your drawer, make your vote count, remember, who for. 

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Lost in a troubled mind, yet I find the truth is hard to bare, there is not a soul there, no one dare be caught in the fall out of despair to dissipate who knows where, alone, in fear.

in my solitude I am the storm blowing leaves on a dreary day, the noise in my head will not sway, thus leaves venturing near, rise up…..to blow away, 

placid Perfunctory , oh my heart despair, an angel in the desert wandering within the proximity of thy soulful care, a sensual clad day invites eve, night falls to take advantage of thy meekness, abuses the persuasion of my weakness, a mirage is at hand, alas once again everything turns to sand.