Shwwwwww!

Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze

Thorns Rise Out

Try not to allow what you’ve been through make you the person you can become, your experiences of sadness or hurt can leave you feeling numb, look to the future, the wonderful in you, a way free of bondage, you can be your own number one, see the better person you have become

Be kind then you’ll find likeminded fellows without being blind, with love to give in the same frame of mind, bitter resentful people will try to spike the fragility in you, walk away smiling, don’t let them hurt you, they are struggling, in their own twisted stew. 

Achieve, believe, have faith in your appeal, try to be humble without overkill, be kind to whoever you meet, always be pleasant, soft in care, work your hardest, forgiving to the meek, please superiors of favours they seek, hold some back for the rest of the week, have some rest for you spiritual feed, accept love warmly it’s what you need. 

Shadows of torment

I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race. 

Princess

A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity 

Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car

Dust settles then sticks not travelling far 

A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling

Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge

Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls

Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf

Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring. 

Long week

Fooled by the pressure, blown by the skirt

Sweat on the brow, dampened shirt 

Feet full of sorrow, wet by the flood

Shock of such a horror that has drained my blood

Temper tantrums terror, drying with the weather

Laying back down, hoping to tether

Rains came along to help grass seed

Smashed a lip on a chair, finger wiped the bleed

sucked it dry, locked it tight, 

set the alarm, so it’ll be alright

Time for fun, Pepper pig fun

Six and a half hours for a two hour run

Grand old Oak

The story is strange to a town in the mist

I felt a thud, my head I did kiss

Stepping slowly 123,  

bumping into a massive tree, 

I hardly had time to feel or see

While laying beneath, the grand old Oak

Or so I thought until it spoke

“What were you doing?” It enquired cheaply

’I was rushing home quickly, til I hit a tree’

“I’m not a tree, I’m rather big you see, you bumping like that took the wind out of me”

I made excuses then quickly left, 

I could not help feeling so sad and Bereft

Turning around to say goodbye to that bloke

All I could see was a grand old Oak.

You have the right to fight

I’ll give you a million, what will you do? Buy tons  of make up and the most expensive shoes, blow it on marijuana , Caviar at a steal, champagne on ice, hallucinating pills, I’ll give you twenty, you’d be dead in a month, with all the alcohol, expensive food for lunch, pay high taxes to even whats due, there’s a few in government that will say “that’ll do”, the majority have struggled on a measly wage, isn’t it time to turn the page?, forget the debt, position in the world, there’s people dying while you stuff yourselves. Homelessness, rotten teeth, the uks in trouble, you’ll never smell the stench, while in your bubble, your whole world could crumble if you lose your health, let’s hope you can afford it, keep storing your wealth, the surplus population will be dealt with by the score, disease by the masses, a glorious war, never be forlorn, just put up a fight, as a free voter you have every right, continue to be brave, Change what’s bad to good, then punch the air and enjoy some freedom…….just like you should!