A Government tricks

Swindon to Gloucester, Earth to Mars

Much less pollution, less of them cars

Smokeless theme lowering torture 

Clearly blinded from an unseen future

Mum and Father have to work

They cannot claim tax from a washer woman’s dirt

Both parents pay, what about the young

Put them In an institution for working class scum

One earn for the bills, one earns for Taxsome money left for Mc’ds, to feed little MaxFollow the dream keep the filthy richThen sit down and, think!Ain’t life such a bitch!. 

Deeply red dread

Auburn hair with a ruby streak

eyes of green enticingly unique

Twas the moment a glimpse of hell

to fall deeply into the devils spell

Capture a snare and cut the heel

unable to alter the way ‘o’ feel

but it was many a year ago

when twice as stupid and twice as bold

Etching arm was a gritty mistake

Lines on the face and a deep heartache

if I didn’t die then, then there’s been a mistake

the baby unborn was yours to take

Cirencester Parish Church

The story of this church is a mesmerising tale

It tells of gods own treasured gem 

a cup of pure wine here flows

a brightly wondrous past gone by

young people rest an age and nigh

they were so very young to die.

Voices of angel boys and men

who practice strongly on and then

sing a heavenly hallelujah hymn

then back to school they curse and sin

forgive them lord for; all begin

a heavenly place to give and bring

The flag is raised a king renewed

the earl of bath is long since past

regularly passes the market square

51 transport arriving there

historically once I was the man

Who brought dissimilar ones to town

Your way through

When life becomes brighter expect the hit

when all is going right, something turns shit

if it happens then chew down on the bit

take hold of the reigns to get past it

Challenge the unappeasable that holds you down

through a different direction without a frown

if you are feeling low, and depressed 

enter a new challenge without the stress

Usually things go wrong as life appears right

there must be something, that sparkles bright 

a single thing to give one hope 

a little bit of love to help you cope

If at the end you cannot find

a reason to live, confused or blind

close your eyes then try and find

the one thing left that you’ve left behind 

Look for the good and it’s the good you’ll find. 

On the Beautiful Blue Danube

Not feeling it today, the world can go away

Not feeling it today, with the world in dismay 

chaos reigns supreme, the devil in his scheme

There is no escape from the Bay of Biscay to the cape

Israel in the east and Gaza in the west

when peace will come along, no one can guess

at rest in my bed sleeping soundly from the news

regretfully shaken with the blues

a single escape sets my soul at ease

travelling through space gathering my needs

at last arriving by shinrarta dezhra 

shivering a cold so deep from the never

Jameson’s Memorial a wonderful sight to see

beauty of the Blue Danube as in a memory

an elegant waltz to welcome us all home

onto Sol, the Earth and Rome.

in a land of freedom with love and no war

then back to space, well that’s what dreams are for. 

Painfully Sane

Through the struggle of caring bleed

cooperation is conceived 

take a moment to breath

from the pressurisation of greed

am I about to implode, from this world I concede

emotionally struck deeply incensed within! 

I cannot consume this torture o’more

still I say good morning with a with a smile or grin

I want it to end, the strife that I am in

In pain each day, am miserable, not desired

tears held back, torturous brain, ecliptically sane

if I am free from these chains would I come here again?

I scream and cry, yet I try to hide

the hurt is too deep to pretend; I am so tired

it’s a dead give away, people not sure what to say

they go quiet and idle away, just another day

Irrelevant consummation as ‘king James’ once said

alone in this torture with nowhere to go

No one to talk with just a black hole

The fog

Words are spoken. Not necessarily true

stories are foretold about me and you

“He’s always late”, she doesn’t eat

Unless it’s some cheese and a plate full of meat

irrelevant rubbish, neither truth nor very sweet 

Work hard for years, not a thank you in sight

give all your time, strength and your might 

wonder if one day be recognised for your worth

instead of your belly of carbs 

and your exaggerated girth

Is it really worth it? never been til your gone

bullied through school and 60 years on 

lies are more telling than years of hard slog

beaten to the ground like an uncared for dog

never will see the trees through all of the fog

Gregariousness is a fake kind of me

hidden from view is where I’m comfortably 

alone in the world created from fear

never let it be shown this emotional tear

you’ll always see me happy without any care. 

no one person can help the struggle you feel

a climb can be lonely and always up hill

just keep on going to reach your goals end

through life or through death 

One day, your struggle will end