Twinkle in Thy Time

When my fate is duly drawn, my days grow old of fight, my angel will leadeth me with thought on, into the darkness of the night, my body withered and worn, grew old for life whatever be the cause, thy soul will follow thou spirit, leave away thy structure made to pause.

thy stars I follow, tho’ journeys away to space, galaxy of many wonders, ne’ breeze upon my face, thy beckon me to observe, a darkens twisted vine, humanity of ugliness clinging boldly on for time, forever it seemed thy travel ever since it began, though virtual relaxation and peace apon the land

futuring on thy craft of light, throu’ seemed a trillion stars bright, I never could have distanced, thy vision yo’ neared to me in sight, ahead a golden gleam, a palace of silver walls with gates of gold, a picture of a wonderment, a thousand miles tall, I was in awe at a shiny crown capping the roof, sitting on a ball, lands upon its surface identical to earth, a belt of diamond shaped stars locked around the girth. 

I drew nearer the glowing palace of thy lord, thousands lined the streets, clapping, “smile’ were the words , I saw familiar faces, the people that I loved,  the history and the future in the land above, My mother, My father led me to the mansion in thy head, eventually once I reached there, ‘‘twas an amazing garden shed

A night out

Encroachment if he speaks, encouragement uplifts the confidence he seeks, out of depth, never to embark, drink more whisky then a walk in the dark, thoughts of a desperate task, not moving in fear, frozen on the spot, dared not ask for a dance, or take a daring chance 

on the cold street while walking to his room, he heard a clink, a bottle dropped, he hurried on, reminding himself not to stop, footsteps from a door in front and behind, a thump to his head, the shock of it sent him blind, at least two were cursing and kicking him all over, he wondered why he was clubbing in Dover.

Eventually he felt no pain after losing consciousness his demise brought them gain, the police questioned who he’d upset and why?,  they never found out, he was one more victim that had died, the family placed flowers on the street of the crime, the only thing his mother could do was fall to her knees and cry

Yin and Yang, Karma at play, tread on a twig, unbalance the day, kill an insect, blow too much, if it is a must, be gentle with touch, bury a seed, plant a tree, work hard like Martha or believe and see. 

Hmm!

Everybody has one good book in them, I am intuitively different, my brain is an explosion of never ending particles of electrified sparks encountering damp illusions completed by worries and short circuited confusions. 

%}#€$&: - Crazy

A little bit crazy is fine, a little bit crazy is fun, a little bit crazy can be undone, a little bit crazy is comedy sublime, so long as a little bit crazy is not all the time.

A whole lot crazy is noticed quick, a whole lot crazy allows plenty of magic for a crazy trick, a whole lot crazy is dangerous if your the leader of the free world and people believe in your rhetoric 

Power crazy is the way to fast leading, power crazy leaves others suffering and bleeding, Power crazy should never be mixed with a little bit crazy or whole Crazy as it brings out the worst in people rich or lazy

I must confess of being a little bit of all three, so I have dinner for breakfast and breakfast for tea.

I will walk to paradise

I whisper in the whispering gallery, I talk on the phone, I shout in an empty room when I’m all alone

I Jive in the hall, I trot on the road, I sing in the shower so nobody knows 

I take photos with my mind, I smile with my eyes, I kill all my enemies in a moment of mime

I live in peace, I die with hunger, I was much too late to stop no mans land as a runner

I scream on a mountain, I close my eyes to auschwitz, I heard the Berlin wall crumble, roll over and tumble

I was born a Christian, I grew up a Christian, I entered the war a Christian, I shot a Christian, then one day, I’ll die a Christian. 

Through the tunnel

I ventured into darkness, sorrow taking my soul, nothing that is new to me, forever in a hole, for when a child, I sped through the river tunnel under Greenwich, before realisation pounced upon me that I had the sheer panic of returning back home,  once more alone

A long tunnel it is, my mind is in a tizz, wishing the lights were brighter, focusing on the end, petrified of what I may find, a bend is up ahead, leaving tragedy  behind, searching for a peaceful, colourful sign, twisting, turning, a long way up, sweating and burning forever yearning.

Irrespective of the timepiece I wear upon my wrist, I keep on going, just cannot resist, up every slope, down every cavern, around every twist, the devils brace is clasped on tight, I fear a sharp turn leading deep on to the right, Continually searching for the bright white light, floating way up on the sail in the wind of a kite

A journey Once travelled, a chancing delay, once again on the road that leads to dismay, forever a struggle though no fault of mine own, a stone ridden road that I have travelled til’ grown, snakes bite my ankle, shoes leak with rain, forgiveness unknown, then I will go there again, future in doubt, past left in tatters, I am alive today and the fact is what matters. 

un français qui passe

Grey skies above when I fell in love, Sodden were my shoes when I first saw you

Crazy with drink, laced with drugs, a glance of the moment we slowly hugged

A mystical swirling mist when we partook a kiss or was it just smoke from your cigarette of bliss

A memory etched into my fragile mind, an Andy Warhol piece of art, of a very different kind

When at last I saw you vomit on your dress, that was the last time ever but I could have guessed

Your friends called a taxi then you were gone, now I’ll never forget the moment, we danced to that bloody song

L’AVENTURIER INDOCHINE, I saw your perfect moves in the Music Machine, freedom to express but always too keen

Au revoir je t'aime, à la prochaine were the parting words that were spoken, I’ll never see you again.