Do you remember?

Do you remember when

Days were at peace, feel good about the world?

Do you remember

Waking up thinking ‘this is a great place to be

I love everything especially the trees?

Do you remember 

First love, holding hands, spring flowers, summer sun

Days of rapturous fun? 

Do you remember 

Your children being born, love being torn

miracles of life were the look on your baby’s face

do you remember

much of it or snippets of pieces, why does it go?

I haemorrhage all that I am, no more do I know.

So there was it was

So sweetly discreetly, showing care sweetly

So bitter to taste in haste, a mouldy paste 

So I cried hitching a ride, a maniac by my side ?

So I was fired for being tired, wrongly admired

So I had to let it slide, again I cried until I died

A Bad Day

Today is a bad day, hoping the demons go away

like a bolt out of the blue, head starts to buzz

in dismay, the doom is not welcome to stay

So go away, far away, do not return another day.

Today is a bad day, yesterday was bright 

weather was miserable but everything was right 

easy is hard, everything is a fight

the sun is shining, bring in the light

Today is a bad day, feeling far away

unable to end it all on this good weather day

although peace would be the sway

to keep alive today, maybe tomorrow’s 

Another good day. 

Grief

A painting in a prominent place where everyone can see 

it’s on a wall, set in location; forever 

it reminds us of the sadness, the passing, the hurt

the what was to be, will ever be, never

Nothing can be done to remove the wallow of then

begin again with something, someone new

gradually sinking into the deeper of depths

slicing shreds of the scarred heart of you

Moving on from this torments hold

requiring a move from main focus

an action of emotions concretionally bold 

placing it on a corner wall, out of minds eye 

somewhere in the shadows, dark and cold

I of sound

I being of sound mind; ‘well almost!’ would like to state that on this day 24th May

 I could give up without too much sway, 

My desire is to please but not on my knees so then, 

why am I surrounded by a party that I feel uninvited to be at? 

taking suggestions as if it’s just for them to use, 

feeling alone, so confused. loneliness seems to be a trigger to thy doom, never required or required too soon, 

silence is as golden as the moon, though sharing the peace would be heaven on earth.

forever trying to be a team player without a team or so it would seem. 

I am hated, though I love. 

Not to cause a scene 

Posthumous behaviour

It was the day of blessings when I heard Elections were finally here, it is time to reflect on social care.

Look after souls that have been dampened.

disabled people require an honest assessment 

provide what the nation require for refreshment 

We can be concerned with all other problems in the world, things have to improve for every boy and girl.

Raise people out of poverty, stop daylight robbery,

transparency sought from politicians 

clear the ranks from genetic fobbery

Halt the financial train, the ill gotten gains

the wealthy hand me downs

a national population with frowns

teach children basic care for others

looking after people, mothers and fathers 

and most of all, allow people time to breathe

as a manager love your staff 

give them freedom to be with family

well enough wage to enjoy a life

enjoyment at work not too much strife. 

I am where I lay

In another life, thinking of what has gone by

I could never be judged for how hard I tried

why do I cry for it has gone ?

beaten my brow destroying the joy 

of when I was a little boy

tragedy and sorrow, dredged my heart

kept from the touching sensation apart

a wasteland of sorrow people will say

that’s where I am and that’s where I lay