Monday, 8 December 2014

Hebrews 9:28

So Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. 


Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Secret to never being broke

Payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do
go to the movies or maybe a pub to buy a drink or two, get me some candy in the local liquor store 
drown out my sorrows from the night before 
or lay in bed until my back is sore 
fighting the pillows regretting my life is such an awful bore 
everything on the bottom shelf not on the top drawer.
Yet payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do 
go to a concert or visit the zoo any things better than hanging in the house 
looking out the window searching for a mouse
then I put my hand to that awful locket I remember your tenner that's in my left pocket
temptation hits me drags me to the shop buy myself a chocolate bar or maybe a pork chop
The fatal words then came ringing out To me "do not be afraid
Keep ten pounds in your pocket, you'll forever more be paid
never ever spend it, never let it go coz when that day comes you'll be digging yourself a hole
If you can find your way to keep it whole and square
your cupboards will be always full and never will be bare"
so I opened the cupboard guess what I saw there
A letter from my father wrapped in a twine of hair. 
I cut the parchment open to unseal a mystery as if I were a lad climbing up a tree
Unwrapping it with shaking hands the words sprang out at me,
quickly I began to read so put my eyes to see
 "Don't you spend that tenner son or you'll be brassick lint;  like me".

Monday, 1 December 2014

American attitude

America, guns betray your sons
Break the trend get off your bums
How many cities where young boys die
Shooting each other in a gang war cry
Killing spree with a paranoid twist
burying friends with a fatal kiss
Sick and perverted proving strength 
Look where it goes to all kinds of lengths
Innocent die, a ghetto hell
wealthiest of all, beyond a smell
the stench lay with the poorest in life
Look what's around you protect your wife
Protect your children, protect your friends
Join hands through colour and race slowly destroy the hatred in face.
Imagine an argument without any guns
Bloody noses degenerate fun 
no one dies from a bullet hole
No shot to a head and no fatal blow.
Where will it lead to


揚子江

Winding along an aggressive path  
trespassing land as if cut by glass
Infused with blood from many wars fought 
dealt with death though life it sought 
Soiled with tears from thousands in throng
through valleys and hills flowing along
Tibet to Shanghai singing its song 
Wealthy, servant, free man and slave
quenching souls fearless and brave
Growing plenty in fields of rice
bamboo, wheat and all kinds of spice
importance of a queen draping her trail
lashing the people, whipping her tail 
Countries will pass borders all class
fine dessert sands to lush hills of grass,
reaching seas beyond the east China marsh




passione della vita

Life is a war and every day is a battle to me.
I'm on the brink of insanity, between intelligence and split personalities.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

The Water Meter

I turned on the tap the water ran dry
Not even a drop to wash my left eye
The meters been fitted, I haven't paid my bill, now it's been cut off in this  bill overkill

My electrics gone up, so has the gas
The car needs repair, I can't afford the tax
If this carries on the house will be reprocessed, it's so easy to get in such a bloody mess.

I've worked hard all my life and never been a ponce, my credit status needs sorting and also my bonce 
Fifty years of struggling, everything goes up, even the Nescafé in my grandad cup.

I cannot see the doctor or he won't see me, who ever said that the NHS is free. 
I hope my children have saved for there rainy days and also lots of money to maybe bury me.


Monday, 10 November 2014

1914 letter

Longing for, alone in this trench, more mud than me, caught in this stench
few shots in the night leave an eerie sound, rhythmically firing all around
Down he falls, then there's blood,
I miss you so much at this time my love
What started as an adventure, exciting to the summit, has long since gone, I can no longer even feel it.
I'll be lucky on this day to come out of this alive, we've orders to go over soon 
Into no mans land, well you've got to do your best to give England a hand!
I write again next week, please say a prayer, I'll always remember the first time I saw you, so beautiful standing there.


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