Wavering

One never can tell, when they fall into the pit of hell, a mere matter of stress with a combination of duress, a loss of feeling alive, I pray it’s not contrive, not a position of restful strive, a bee without a hive.

Wonderful colour of Tulips, Golden bells galore, Bluebells of plenty, Amethyst are small. Pretty rabbits are out of bed, crocoideae Iris, whisper to Hyacinth, she may not tell, incredible to smell.

 Now where was I in story part or told, lost in thoughts, a transitional movement of the strangest kind, cannot travel beyond what I can see leading forward into the darkest caverns, being lead by the blind, don’t worry my dear, I’m very close behind. 

Roses of red, inconceivable to believe that they have grown up on gruel, Oliver the boy, matchstick girl, would make a great pair, Shoreditch church rings the bell,  the children desired love and food, wonderful stories in the Dickensian world, I slept soundly in a comfy little shell, pray before sleep

For fear of hell!. 

I never did find it

Walking along the pavement after crossing the road, there was a mysterious thing happening, a step for the bold, reaching the corner of a nunnery ahead, I heard the sound of a screeching thud, one step further, I could be 

Woken up on the corner from a hard slap to my face, unsure of the happening or the strange place. “Are you okay son?” a peculiar man asked,  not a Face that I had known from the past “yes, I think so I replied”, then nervously laughed. “What happened?”

Well the man exclaimed “a bus hit a car, the driver lost control, mounted the pavement then landed on you, the whole story sounded so bazaar, on the pavement run over by a car, seemed so cruel,  that it must be true, an ambulance came took me to hospital for a thorough check, when my mum arrived I was sobbing through, “what’s wrong”, she asked softly, “Why so blue?” I’m upset mum because I’ve lost my shoe.

The noise

I cannot share the way I feel, I cannot unleash the burden so still, rotting my methodical mind, rumbling thunderstorms of a strange kind, holding on to sanity, never still the choir, forever at war with the forces of fire, the cockerel faces east on top of the spire, travel through space in a hailstone mired. 

An electrical impulse, I feel no peace, no place of rest, no instantaneous release, trouble I bring and trouble I leave, a high pitched tone in my brain, a constant humming, I need silence for peace, there is none, for searching all, not any I find, a single noise is torment, rasping perpetual falling foul, soul crashing, never ending,  punishing till death is now

When your at rock bottom there is only one way you can go!!

Every house built, starts from a single brick

successful people achieve one success at a time

Accept sometimes you  fail,  pick yourself up and rise  from the ashes as if you are a phoenix!.

What’s a day worth ?

Wash away your worries, seal your regrets 

The capable person is one who forgets

put your head  in the fridge to chill 

Take one more of those little yellow pills

Just remember to eat your bread

you won’t be eating anything when your dead

So do what you like, whatever makes you happy

Why panic about triviality, then feel crappy

Go to bed at nine, read a book or watch TV

Whatever you do decide to do

keep calm and breathe easy

Undazzle translucent, melt the fusion

Where possible, be a living light, airless and breezy 

Free of restraints, without the confusion

Breathe in a new year

Snow capped mountains, freshwater rivers run, mineralised forests whistle, an accompanied humm, swishing a swathe rustle thumping drum, words of operatic splendour everyday song, whirling motions, tuneful tones, winter chills deep to the bone

Waves of eruption on earths weakened edge clustered cartilage boulders fragmenting to stone, smashing tiny fragments returning them home, plasticised death a whales unnatural feed, empty sea of fish oversubscribed netted, unfree

The moon above protruding its shimmering light, follow it with caution deep into the night, shadows of a glimmering light, glowing red of the planet Mars, birds of the world together following the stars

There is streak of light broadening warmth across the world, Spring promises flourish of life, a new year unfurls, shoots of crocus flower, daffodils anew, luscious grass is melting mist from a morning dew

Born a child in London the fog hurt my throat, I had never seen a cow for real or the milk from a goat  Fur hats worn aplenty by neighbouring Hispanic Jews, richest folk wore thick fine furs from minks of rare but few, England could be a better place now if we knew then what the richest can do

Grant

Can I offer you light, the warmth of a blanket

Speak words of comfort to help your fight

Can I Wrap you in friendship then say goodnight

Will you stay not taking flight

Speak to me no more warrior of life

Do not share a song if it’s all the same

For you were Tilted like Chaleur Humaine

can I drink with you one last time

dance away relinquish the flame

 Rollicking a rolling away goes the bus

An exchange of thought in a valley of dust.

This world is dreadfully unjust