Sunday, 9 November 2014

Saviour

Deeper and deeper the darkness of night 
Exhale or consume from a shimmering sight
Clouds caressingly cover from eyes that may see
things that are hidden from the blindness in me. 

Night spirits twinkle when the earth goes to sleep Shepherds lay awake tendering their sheep
Born out of holiness given their sight gathering their souls way into the night

Forgiveness a joy received with delight
Crushing  a demon removing their flight
Dare not to look at or linger round long
An angels desire is accomplished and strong

Fortunately brave with god at your side
Sword and the shield your heavenly bride
The crucified jesus stamping his place
ruling the earth with a promise of grace.


Thursday, 6 November 2014

Teenagers know everything

The longer one goes into life
The more that one learns
The younger that one is
The less one wants to learn
If we could all be susceptible to learning
Then our minds would flourish 
Why is it teenagers never listen to parents?
Parents have lived,loved and had all the heartaches and difficulties that there is to learn already!
Why do children refuse to hear us?
Children are as individual as petals on a flower, when a petal falls it always falls in its own way as do children
They cringe at the very idea that you know something more than they do
When as a petal they fall we can only hope that they fall into something that is good for them and if they fall into something bad then they will learn from it.
Parents let them fall
When they do, be there to catch them. 



Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Travelling Blind

A dark passage that's closing in
It narrows down to a dwindling blackness 
Darker and darker becoming blind 
The torch on my iPhone isn't so kind 
Scary monsters follow me along 
Through a long hard life
I wish they were gone 
Twisting and turning cutting in deep 
No rest from the evil and no decent sleep 
I saw a light ahead so on I ran 
Running and running fast as I can 
I found a bridge laden on fire 
A bridge of the past had been my desire 
The journey I'd been on had taken me back 
to the start of the  journey and on the wrong track 
There's nothing left that I can do 
Except continue the journey 
And see it all through 

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Learning to fly

I cannot take what life has to offer anymore 
I'm going insane and my life is a bore 
It's unusual to feel this way but it's  
Like a hundred years caught in a
Tragedy of some others  life 
A man with a gun pointed at another man's wife 
Stuck at the bottom of a fairgrounds big wheel
Life's moving on but I'm standing dead still
Rain at the bottom of a window sill
I cannot run fast enough to feel myself move
Even in these amazing training shoes
Pity that you don't love me like you once did
I never thought I'd see the day that you'd get rid
Hide behind the curtains play hide and seek
You can be evil or you can be meek
As if a magpie with a bright yellow beak
I look over the cliff its a long way down
Fifty years wasted and a miserable frown
A lifetime climbing to see this old town
Leap and fly free while I'm on the way down.

Gracias a dios

Where would I be if you weren't near me
Climbing like a squirrel up a monkey tree
What would I say if you went away
I beg forgiveness and ask you to stay
What would I do if tragedy struck
Kneel down and pray 
to the Lord for such luck


Irretrievable burden

pain of misery within inside
Secret so deep that no one can hide
The latch left open, steps in the hall
Climb up sweet baby and out you'll fall

Quietly drown without a peep
Distant noise of  baaing sheep
Curtains closed, light shut out
Now you'll show them 
what it's all about

Sharpen the knife twist and hade
Nice and clean with a razor blade
Radically taken on a ride to hell
Congregate by the Devils bell

Sweet the sound of patient bur
Reaching out for a loving spur
Suffer the wrath of an Angels whip
Grasp the cup and have a sip
Sweetly poisoned sleep the host
Waken up as a haunted ghost

Burdened life for a hundred years
Suffer pain and all the tears
Wounds within will hardly be seen
Hidden throughout the mean machine
Walk the soiled trodden sod
patiently wait for a call from God.

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Shadow of the moon

Howling at the moon
late in the night 
claws reaching out in a sensational fright
face ripping, bone from the skull
gnashing teeth, a fearful fight
torso stretched beyond humanity
a scary sight for all to see 

Tasting flesh for the very first time
enjoying the taste and drinking the wine
sensational hunger never feel full
rip out the innards and eat them all
wicked foul beast crossed with a fool
lean strong and amazingly tall

Woken naked in a field of wheat 
mouth soured by the taste of meat
reminiscing from the feast afore
reality of destruction a nightmare of gore
futuristic mire from a wanton desire 
for the taste of flesh and the need to sire

greedily eaten hungry no more
bones shortened lengthy and sore
head pounding with conscious guilt
bloodened battle crushed them into silt 
rewarding to touch an eternal hope
live forever off a human host


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