Sorry!

Persuaded to perceive what I have not achieved, life full of ambition a dream leading to inadequacy, nothing to show for a life's long legacy. Hurt and ashamed  of a sinful youth, fading to nothing, long in the tooth. A blank space, a darkened room. A rope or a chain tied from the roof

Quick and easy just a kick of a chair.

Over it goes, I am no longer there. 

Feel it tighten around my neck

The last thoughts on my mind

Oh bloody hell, Heck!!.

One Day Alive

As children we never considered, never thought of anything, we took for granted, without a care but we knew you were there waiting' for us five when you were alive.

At the end of the telephone, at home, nothing mattered, we were without a worry because we knew you were there to take our fear' from us five when you were alive.

Everyday washing and ironing our clothes but you still had time' for us five when you were alive. 

Struggling and going without to provide everything but you still had more to give' to us five when you were alive.

The strength you had through everyday although we broke your heart, each of us in our own way but you still had love' for us five when you were alive.

The care given and pain taken, one encapsulated, one in love, our broken hearts, your heart broke' for us five when you were alive.

We thought you would be here forever, life was eternal when we were young 

We would move heaven to earth for one more day with you but we have to accept it, your gone and we will miss you until our end' all of us five while we are still alive.

                  XXMUMXX

                         X

The song I sing

I listened to a song that spoke to me of life

I listened to the words again so I could hear them twice

It spoke to me of feelings, to where I once belonged

The words I heard were so surreal that's why I sing this song

I'll sing it till its way past time, it has a pleasant tune, I hope you'll sing along with me all until it's half past noon

Through golden hills and meadows 

Souls are bound and gagged

The whistling of the branches 

Screams of ghosts and hags

Sending in the horrors of wolves that howl from hell the devil rides upon the waves of souls cast down to dwell

listen to my song it may not have a face

Be happy when you sing of life and not one of disgrace

Be clear what you believe in or what tempts you from the truth, don't take the things they have you take or may destroy your youth.

If I had another chance I'd do it all again

Excluding out some bad results from dabbling in the rain.

So live a happy carefree life, be good for on and on, your days will be kind for you for evermore and on. 

Off I go to write a verse for next years melody, a song that speaks of my sweet life and one that's meant to be. I hope you live your own lives with nurtured sweetened throng to write the words and music to sing your own great song.

American Sniper

A Pacifist I am, could not hurt a fly 

I abhor violence as an emotion I cry

though as a rule in general adhere to the light, keep the faith of Jesus as every fight of right, there was a man I believe that it's true 

Chris Kyle a man of faith too

He kept his eye on the target through short range and long, very narrow minded and held his breath so strong

Each shot he had taken took a persons life, thinking all the time of his children and his wife, saving fellow countrymen from a incendiary, grenade or bullet 

Americans should be proud for every man serving in it.

Sadly he died doing what he loved

Helping wounded soldiers recover from the horror of war, leaving them with nightmares from the things that they saw.

A sadness I disagree with fighting wars for political gain, yet without the strength of Chris Kyle some lives would not have been the same.

Instead of sending men to war give peace a chance, have another dance

God bless America, England and France. 

Walks with me

The depth of it I don't understand

Controlling every thought within my brain

Paranoia from a sense of doom

Sometimes high, most of the time low

Never mind if it's all the same

I'll go back and start again

I see the corruption in every twist

A negative thought and a haloed kiss

The feeling good, over to soon

The sun has gone it's dark, sad

all that's left is the shadow of the moon

I walk alone along my path

I often cry and seldom laugh

am I the only one left to feel this way

No one listens long enough to hear my say, no one cares enough to feel

Follows my solitude with a Devils kill

Into the mortuary I will go one day

A dark little chapel, a final say

It would not be if it were up to me

My final heart would be beneath a tree

With birds wooing and calling their loves

A musical chorus from above

Peace from this depression

No more will I see the evil in life

The hatred from brothers in arms

Right wing atrocity, a race of 

velocity to gain the power of murderous fate, big tall fence, a hardened Gate, 

Scrape bloody fingers on the wall

I'll never be  part of it at all. 

Hallelujah, res ipsa loquitur, respice finem,

things speak for themselves, look back at the end, forget all the past hatred will not mend, darkened spirits descend to hell

resurgam in aeternum forever my friend.

Gloucestershire heaven

It encapsulates you, draws your breath and becomes part of your soul

Such beauty a luscious green, rolling hills continuously ecclesiastically pastoral 

Such beauty as never before seen

meticulously flowing as part of a wondrous landscape then underneath lies a soddy mire

Indiscriminately laid bare as if a feast before our very eyes desperately feeding a calm desire

River runs clear through the forest track

Inspirational rush on a dead mans back

trodden over for a thousand years 

gone so long are the pain and the tears

The cinders path you used to tread

now laid out from the bones of the dead 

Grand old mansion so proudly built 

From the stones around set laid back

All succumb to this beautiful place

This fabulous, wonderful land of grace.

Not Me

If each and every one of us had a fault an  oddity of some strange behaviour or persuasion, would we be open for every person to see or would we hide behind something that we are good at ? For it would be inexplicable to allow any one person in, to see us without our make up, our sensitivity hidden beneath a hard shelled exterior.

What would you say if I told you.

Every gay man or woman feels

Every black man or woman crys

Every foreigner loves

Every ugly man or woman is loved

Every poor man or woman suffers

Every disabled man or woman are human

Every man or woman alive today, be it friends, family or colleagues have at least one of the differences above, faced by persecution and hatred by other people, all due to an inability to accept someone different from ourselves.

Take a long inward look at yourself today, accept that you are what you are and accept others for what they are.

Find the humanity in you, be kind to all and open about your own inadequacies.

God Bless You.