Thursday

Explosions all around, dying people everywhere , I hide behind the walls in dreads of fear, screaming in the street, lasers fill the grey void of winter chill, perhaps it’s time to swallow that final pill, as the building collapses into demise, I can hear the fainted passing of another life, in panic I cannot breathe and begin to sweat until I am soaked through and completely wet, there is a blast nearby loud of boast, am I to die?, I do not know, all of a sudden a shadow is close, I’m taken by the hand of a Holy Ghost, a guardian angel of subtle look, in one arm a tuba and the other hand a book “do not fear, she utters sweet”, for you are still alive within your sheets, she taps me gently upon my face I open my eyes to white satin lace, it was so surreal, a nightmarish dream or could have been the future that I haven’t yet seen, whatever the case another ruined night brought on by the panic of a horridly frightening sight. 

Beautiful Heart

A time frozen still, a picture in my mind, I shall keep it, as it is all but mine, an overwhelming feeling every day, When I close my eyes, I am where my heart doth lay, rolling hills blend a curvature of one land, I am mesmerised with the fields, so much that although I’m not there I can feel the grass with my clenched hand, I yearn to breathe, to touch, to feel, the Cotswold hill and the sheep still, yet I never will, blessed though they all be, this said is Englands victory, beautiful forests, breathtaking view, so what keeps me here? You may ask anew, a simple answer may be due for ‘there  is no better place on gods Green earth than to feel your kiss and be near you.

Bad Intentions

Beware foolish ghouls that attack you in your sleep, the tragedy of lost souls, a secret they may keep,

Beware little rascals with talons on their feet, cleverly disguised as children, laughing as you weep,

Tormented crying babies, within evil lurks, men that snipe with anger, narcissistic jerks 

Beware the rich and powerful, anger they will wield, reaping a failed stock of corn in their thousand acre field

Evil fortune bring it in, “our neighbour and our friend” they sing, the colleague of intentions poor, a little crazy, pretentiously poor, poisoning thought…‘what’s it for’

Beware a trail of heartache for history alas gone since, suicidal thoughts we have a lie and a sin, heal a soul daily with a prayer and a little gin. 

Breathe

No matter where you are, what you are doing or how busy…STOP!, walk outside, look at the view or the trees, the bird in the air, or simply the sky, take a moment,  absorb all, close your eyes & breathe

Throwback Terror

Don’t box me in, shout or holla

Don’t fight my love or grab my collar

Dont swear out loud or call me fat

Dont ridicule my words or cause a spat

Release a dream then let it go

Catch deceit then tell it no

Try to sleep, the hurt will go

the cure you see, is to let it be

take a rest then wait and see

Catch a minute of breath or calm

To start again will cause no harm. 

It’s just a tattoo on my arm

Tattered remains to last

For you see I had nothing but the wilful rejection of heartache, I left without thought, yet if I stayed I would have been laid to rest, my old friends are past, giving all to the last, lots of love with plenty of graft, god forgive the sharpened thorns that slash within clasp, evil are ruins of once darkened preparations casting thy eye to the devil in the reflective glass. 

The remainders barely alive, surrounded by the likened clutching of haunted demons from guidance by satan thus sailing the ship into the dark, there will be no return for the bedraggled souls wherein’ to cast their mark, nay’ I have been given a piece of heaven, the joy of freedom airs the almighty god of love, I pray in thanks to Jesus for the forgiveness from above,  haunted from a hurt that will endure, through and last, yet protected by his grace, true, loyal and steadfast. 

Psalm 115:1

Not to us, O Lord, not to us,

But to Your name give glory

Because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth.

ciò che resta quando se ne va la lussuria

To quote, ‘love lasts forever’, tho' the strength of a strong vibrant flower weakens with a gasp of air, along with its fragility dies thus’ bringing it to an end and fateful demise, I grudgingly accept, ye’ will know of no such cause, till it unfolds an unnatural cause, passionately I kiss thee, thy feelings are unknown, o’ torment to be left forlorn, condemned ‘to have this desire for all, though in my fragile mind, Tis’ tainted, for I will love thee always, my heart will endure til’ the bitter finality of endured time, perhaps on’