Brothers and Sisters

Spirits all around, the mystery no one knows

guide of the Holy Spirit reality or a show

Morning onto night, not a day to delight

shiny silver dagger splinter in the heart

violent egotistical being ready to depart

never could begin, never could they start 

apologies are easy, forgiveness a strength 

love and respect, a kindness without the length 

bridging the gap of love, a blessing from above

make peace in your head before, all are dead 

Or

One way or another 

it will work out

One way or the other

Surge and Rush

Go through the door crafted from steel

for you heartedly step then slip on the cill

a window in age consumes what has gone

remember the person who was once known

the spider crawling its eight legs of craft

the vines of the history that were meant to last

be brave in the venture, strong in the choice

have the the last laugh be full, then rejoice

newly welcome yet not fully known

a day in the future of the grown

be slow to steadfast, patiently quick

understand what is expected that is the trick

Tunnel Dwellers

Tunnel dwellers living in the dark

sleeping on the ground or in the park

hands out hoping for a handful of help

From a cold careless country in a gambling belt 

Tunnel dwellers beneath the feet

of those in casinos with riches complete 

wasting millions to win or to lose

fodder for casinos from years of abuse 

Tunnel dwellers all around the globe

strength in surviving, no ability to cope

serving time until winter comes

digging in deeper in a last desperate hope

America the great with a penalised state

walk past the homeless, life is great

England the wealthy, counting a penny

those uncared for children haven’t got any

apathy rules supreme it is often seen

countries around the world are obscene

prostituting children in wealthy city’s

no care for the poor and no time for pity 

They must see the past about people’s need 

war is inevitable with xenophobic greed

governments to blame for inciting gain

billions of poor still suffering in pain

Tunnel dwellers in the dark

hidden underground, no future, no spark

the poorest of poor, children in tow

In the darkest, deepest places

unnoticed in a hole

Triggered Emotions

here at rest weeping from memories of the past

shadows of the ghosts haunting will last

simple pictures in an historical mind

remembering days when things seemed more kind

passing through life as if I were blind

The pie and mash shop, F.W. Cooke’s its name

Kingsland high street, Dalston, no other the same

Sir Thomas Abney, five to thirty-five 

enjoying the moment watching my children play

while caring for others in a kind way

a little glimpse of what once was

carrying emotions of the unworthy cost

fighting the torture, the cost of pain

hoping to never visit it, ever again

I’ll miss my family to my death

my friends that were never there to see

that’s what I hate most about me

one day soon our lives will end

then there will be nothing left to mend

Changes

Facing atrocities,committing expectations 

changes altering your choice of a happy life

not your own doing a merciless decision

stealing your worth as valued person 

downward spiralling, depressive grudge

it will not improve, by an out of control judge

discounting money, irrelevant schemes

make the changes yourself for happier themes

You inner person is not a slave

worth your “weight in gold” they say

be strong, while you live and behave

Yet changes only change

if strength in choices are brave

Richard

Set upon in a car park taking blows to the head

beaten with a blunt weapon until you were dead

your skull smashed into pieces 

Clothes tattered with creases

attacked from all around until your life ceases

They said it could be drink to help the pain

Shoppers in cars thought, ‘this is insane’

parking in town, a horrific disturbance 

should have gone to Derby to watch the races

lots of people watching, shocked looking faces

‘A horse, a horse, my Kingdom for a horse’

they were the last words you spoke of course

an angry Tudor force, suddenly became barmy

men of military brave-hearts from the local army

saw you were King Richard iii juiced up and smarmy

Last day of his life, died at 33

strong as an oak, of the royal family tree

1485 the date of your death

it wasn’t a car park when you drew your last breath

Gilly and Callum, well they go shopping, instead