Bitter to the end

The shiver reaches your soul when you are alone

It cuts right through you in the damp crisp air

too long have you felt the icy wind

may you strive on in vain nothing will change

you never wanted anyone 

so no one is what you have 

alone you are until your death

Not so long after, you died alone

broken hearts stand aside to watch your going

lowering your ropes with tears in their eyes

looking into your life as through a bunch of spies

hoping to hear you say “I was wrong”

but like your life it was in vain 

for you died as you lived, all alone

everyone went away shrugging off the pain 

there you still lay in the icy cold day, alone yet again

Baggins from the Shire

Protected from a vest of Mithril, glowing sword warns of orcs so close to you, Sting’ in the hand of a brave warrior to slice the few, never before had a hobbit oh’ so brave, taken a ring of power to rule the slave

a screaming menace grasps the precious so tight

until lost in the mountain on one dark night.

The ring called the bearer in need to be free

it chose its host wisely for a greater need

a master is calling for the power to feed

One ring to rule all; the masters greed

he will look everywhere with his wandering eye

he will send kings thus slaves across the sky

on land to find the ring for the power is nye. 

he feels it and sees it, the hobbit is close

the one true precious he desires the most. 

a goblin or dwarf or twisted from the shire 

Sméagol’ called to him other self G-G-Gollum 

whichever his loss his precious is stolen! 

to follow and have at the end of day, to be with the precious for there is no other way.

He hates the baggings the conniving thief

will strangle and grab the hobbitsies’

dragons breath and fire of gold

accompanied few with adventures told

desire to sneak fore-warned a thief 

Bilbo Baggins, master mischievousness 

takes the precious and gambles stone

gives up the portion that belonged to him

Thorin Dwarf, king under the mountain 

angered to hurt beyond belief

receives a blow, the dragon gone; overthrown 

killed with the black arrow pierced on the patch

he once and for all had met his match

this story ends for now ere’ is born

the future belongs in another mighty yet small.

Happy Teenager

There you are racing happily in your vehicle of two

enjoying what life offers with your friend and you

observing your struggles of health then not

still you are young, enjoying all you have got

compared to others you have not a lot, true

cheerfully happy and often not blue 

Though a smiling teenager with all your life to give

not a care in the world for how long you could live

I have only one prayer for a child that is true

I wish all children that struggle, could be like you

keep cheerful for sad times and a day that’s blue

racing the corridors in your chariot of two. 

Always has a say

Contemplating life, it’s devastating in store

I cannot tell, for I’m not wishing to bore

thinking of a history where hurt shows no bounds

damaged with a heart that is openly found

some say I am at fault, some are correct in thought 

a fragile individual, emotionally caught

on the outside strong yet, do not belong

enough, has been said, it’s time now for bed

to crawl up the stairs, resting a buzzing head

reaction to the words, once or twice said

speak can be bitter, it is a cut like a knife

sticks and stones could take a persons life. 

forging ahead is the only way

depression dredging on, it always has a say

The book

I wrote a book about 10 years ago 

although unlike my life it’ll never end

unlike my life it’ll never be broken

never need to mend

it’ll sit on the shelf next to its friend

never alone with only itself to fend

I wrote a book 10 years ago

it’ll never be fake, decieve my heart

it’ll never be finished although it had a start

never have reason to leave the shelf

what’s the reason to read a book 

without a finish never requiring a second look. 

Winds changing chill

Whisper goes the wind in the wild fields of grey

the bitter Icelandic cold is calling to say

“better get home quick with no delay” 

“It is going to be cold until may”

“the chill is hard, the snow lay thick”

“lucky for you, your house is brick”

In a changing world for boys and girls

drains are clogged with fattened gel

seas destructive plastic waste

pour down sinks your mouldy baste

wipe the smirk right off your face

I’d rather not be here in this place

Ignorance is bliss without a kiss

never forget it could be missed

or bomb the world and wake up pissed

if it’s dark is there nothing to see?

a tree falls in a forest, it’s just a tree

when everyone dies, will Jesus see ? 

You were there

The darkness passes over a static moment

crumbling rock of volcanic liquid  in history 

forgiveness is a difficult duress within a mystery

good for the soul they say perhaps another day

pause, allow oneself to breathe, wipe it off your sleeve

soon I will be dead it’s not something that I dread

it’s an end to the life of carbohydrates and bread

I would have been nothing if it weren’t for you

life changed me, like the taming of a shrew

you were the answer to the life in a stew

pissing it up and losing a shoe

struggling emotionally of mental dread

more times than I remember, I wished to be dead

each day was more hurtful than the day before

I would be nothing if you hadn’t opened the door

cast aside dreadfully for wanting more.

I’ve never been lucky, when counting the score