History

Why do you follow?

your shadow brings pain

you hurt like no one else can

yet cannot be got rid of  

as if being haunted by a ghost

like a trap that will not let go

you damaged the past

obliterating ahead 

no matter how desperate to move on

destruction follows a sad song

feeling the squeeze finding it hard to breathe 

your grip tightens causing the sneeze

forever a reminder with an ultimate freeze

haunting the future a distasteful tease

Sweet Sorrow

It’s such sad sorrow when love departs

travelling on a journey with a shared heart

sorrowful mourning yet they must let go

deepened feeling with the rivers flow

a fresh move for they cannot stay

heart breaking aside for another day

cannot continue, no’ there is no way

Different

Feeling different from the rest of the world

as lots of unwanted boy, man or girls

failing in successes, bullied coz of me

looking at life, ugliness I see

focalise defending righteous foe

the innocent, people destroyed that I don’t know

it all comes down to a point of view

emotions plenty irrationally missed queues 

they will never know what it is like to be me

as I will never know what it is like to be you

a messed up bunch of wanna be’s

killing for the right to be in a position they are not

their own lives are as gruel covered in snot

I have no fight to be someone like that

caring too much to be a doormat

as weak as aged twine 

rotten corked wine

Putrid not divine

“Be strong and courageous, 

Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, 

For the Lord your God will be with you

Wherever you go”

Joshua 1.9

The Village

Standing in openness at Woodmancote

all alone without hope

a feeling of love in my heart

acceptance of a brand new start

I had never seen the stars..not really 

until now, away from the city 

looking at the night sky

airplanes passing quickly by

seems so near yet are so high

blackening can not hide the twinkles

that shine brighter than any light

dizzy as though drunk 

giving all of myself 

without any fight 

The Night of Dance

Remember we used to dance

as if it were our last chance

it was our last chance

so we used to dance

On into the night 

exhausted with the delight

the delight was too much

the night was as such

Passion filled the desire

the drugs set us on fire 

desire drugged passion then we slept

the fire caused the boom so we wept

One of us had to go on to tell

to go on to tell one of us fell

slide down the roof someone may grieve

grieve your loss I had to breathe

A story of you and your beautiful love

the beautiful love of your story above

remember our dance way into the night

the night of love we danced so right

Useless items of memory

Push a button on a remote while sitting plush

Look at the grand old tree rotting into mush

Door with a hinge, a swing of the bracket

Ancient camera you once begged to click it

The decorative candle became a sag

Stepping outside for a long drawn fag

Photographs on the hard drive lost forever

Remembering the moment of being together 

An old Apple watch with the battery long dead

Falling off the shed a metal plate in the head

Ford Anglia where you embraced and kissed

shelving you made a tender hand missed

The old rusty plough with a rusty wheel around

Losing the loneliness with melodious sound

D…..

The message I have today is not to try

the lesson I learned today is let it go by

the moment of joy cost me dear

destroyed all hope and highlighted fear

trying hard to please brought me to my knees

a moment of care as cold as a freeze

should have stayed in bed 

stop the ruptured sound in my head

then taken a long walk in the trees

while listening to the birds and the bees

Joining the crowd of zombie warriors

or the white van man couriers

should have put a bag on my head

because I felt distressed and completely…….