Jesus woke me up at 1:30 a.m.
He told me to tell you that
there are some people that
you just can't please.

No matter what we need or
what ask for, we want miracles
and we want them now, and
yet we all have a desire but
we refuse and forget to get
down on our knees in prayer.

Jesus, I want this and I want
that, we want Him to make
a mountain of treasures for
us, sometimes we use and
we're most likely to abuse.

Jesus has a pure and clean
heart and He's a very willing
and cheerful giver, all He ask
is that we kneel down to Him
and pray for it's an easy task.

Some of us won't get to
share all of His mercy and
His glory. Jesus wants us to
know that we can all contact
Him anytime and believing
His incredible bible story.

He doesn't want to be the
only one working fulfilling
our daily needs, we need to
show Him some humility by
falling to our knees in prayer.

What is it I have to say
To make you understand
So you can see
That it's not fucking fair
To blame the end of your life on me

I told you
Go and see the world
Go and find yourself
But that wasn't fair on us
And that wasn't fair on you

I don't know who I am
But do you know any better
Is it true what they say?
If you love someone
You should set them free
I told you to live
Please just don't blame this on me

But now it's too late
Your chance is gone forever
Don't try and use me
Just because I came along
When did my life ever come to mean
The ending of yours

I told you
Go and see the world
Go and find yourself
But that wasn't fair on us
And it wasn't fair on you either

I would have followed you
I could have found peace
Like nothing you ever gave me
Your holding back
Just hurt us all
You can't decide to blame us
Just after the fall

It's not fucking fair at all♠ ♠ ♠I really do like this one a lot, most parts are done quite well I feel. Although some rearranging could be in order.

19/04/2012

Much too late
for thoughts
of what her father
might say

Fay went with you
to the Globe cinema
in Camberwell Green
a right fleapit of a place

but the film
you wanted to see
was on there
Daniel Boone

all about the Old West
and after it was over
and you came out
into the bright sunlight

your eyes felt
over whelmed
after the darkness
of the cinema

what did you think?
you asked
Fay said
yes it was good

not the sort of film
Daddy would have let me see
well he won't know
you've seen it

will he
you said
unless he asks me
then I'll have to

tell him the truth
she said
why would he ask?
you looked at her

standing there
with her fair hair
and lovely blue eyes
he might ask me

what I have done today
she said
her eyes beginning
to show signs of fear

maybe he won't
you said
just tell him
you've been studying

American history
she looked at her hands
he doesn't like America
or Americans

she said
well you don't have to
like something to study it
I have to do it all week

at school
you said
maybe he won't ask
she said softly

looking at you
fiddling with her fingers
distract him
tell him something else

talk about a butterfly
you saw on the bombsite
she looked at you
and smiled

you don't know him
he'll ask me
what sort of butterfly
and I won't know

and he'll know
I've been lying
and that will mean
being punished

she looked up the street
toward the bus stop
we had better be getting back
she said

he'll be home soon
ok
you said
and took her hand

and walked toward
the bus stop and waited
for the bus
if I told my mother

the truth all the time
she'd have a nervous breakdown
it's more kinder
to keep her happy

in innocent bliss
of what I get up to
Fay looked haunted
and was silent

she still held your hand
a fading bruise just visible
on her upper arm
where her dresses sleeve

moved
how about some ice-cream
when we get back
I've got a Shilling

given to me
by my old man yesterday?
she hesitated
ok I’d like that

she said
and when the bus
came along
you both got on

and sat next
to each other
downstairs near
the conductor

watching the scenes
of passing people
and traffic go by
but a special place

in your mind and heart
of Fay
next to you
quiet and shy.

A tape of memories was played in front of my eyes the first time we met the first kiss we had the bond between us everything of you is unforgettable i leaned down on your door i held your coat and smelled your smell my tears couldn't control themselves ,and with  every tear dropped  there was a deep sorrow . You  made me see life through your eyes  , you made me realize that nothing is worth my tears, but here we are part from each other my eyes couldn't control the tears dropped for you. All what am asking for is to open a new chapter a new chance that we both deserve lets take the step of risking everything just to be together. Would that be hard?!

not the softness
of your mouth,
nor the sweetness
of your lips.

not the teasing
of your tongue,
nor the warmth
of your breath.

but the contented sigh
just as we parted,
the lingering longing
right before you were
back for more.

Somewhere within the levels of the conscious
between the bowels of the deep and
the deepness of my thought
I am caught
in the secrets that I keep
in the darkness of my sleep where
I cry in waterfalls of tears and joy
the unhappiness of fears
employ and use me
in perpetuity,
or so it seems.

These dreams see fit to haunt me
and sleeping draughts have no effect.
This dissatisfaction that I feel
peels away and when the day has come
I wonder
wonder why the sun still lights the sky
and wonder why it does not light my heart.
Do I need to look upon the charted stars up there
to understand myself and know just where and when
I go to then
will that make me a better man
if I learn to understand the master plan
and is there such a map.

Mother says,
'I need a slap to wake me up' but I think that's a fallacy
dreamers like me need no such thing.

Each morning I bring a bucket to the well with wishes in my head
and these are fed up through the day
into my conscious thought
and once again I find I'm caught
my thoughts should pay attention to what is going on
before I even know it
the fleeting hours have run away
and gone.

The night would say,
'it serves you right you've got what you deserve,
I reserve the right to kick against the night
and rest my case.

Tonight, I dare to hope.
I dare to hope that you will work.

I was afraid,
I afraid that you would just disappear
like all of the other men.

Is it too soon, my dear?
Is it too soon to hope?

Well, it might be,
but there is a little hope,
a little hope that you will stay,
a little hope that what you say is true.

I will try not to hope to much.

I keep pushing it down.

But I think I'll take the risk;
I think I'll take that chance,
and hope just a little.

You say you care for them truly
Yet you do things which make them unhappy
You tell them you treasure the relationship that you share
Yet you cause them hard feelings they can't bear
You assure them that they can always count on you when life gets rough
Yet when you fail to be a shoulder, you leave them no choice but to get tough

Words without actions are dead, they said
Just thoughts and feelings that are thrown out of your head
But what you think and feel only matter to you
Not to me, not to them, not to anyone's point of view
It's what you do to the people you say you love that matters
That's the only thing that matters