I was a fine man in my prime
They constructed walls around me
Just look in all the history books
Cause I'm there for all to see
Many people bring pretty gifts
And leave them one by one
From flowers to bottles of wine
Oh I'm having so much fun
I listen to the conversations
To what the people say
They praise my every movement
When I lived for everyday
Sweet little poems are written
And the news still speaks my name
But I have a secret to reveal
Inside we're all the same
Everybody has talents
We all have something to give
They call me a Legend
Everyone is a legend when they live
Thank you for the kindness
The love still touches me dear
Now though in heavens realm
I see love in everyone here

I'm sat on my ranch, shotgun in hand
Swinging on the bench
I know they're coming tonight
The intruders and their dreadful stench
They've terrorised my family
And made me a paranoid man
Well now I'm making a stand
Cause now I know I can
The air starts getting colder
And the shadows slowly appear
They are very far away at present
But soon they will be near
I hear the snarl of the biggest one
The little ones start to growl
Tonight their in for a shock
I'm not going to throw in the towel
With a stern and angry voice
I shout to them loud and clear
'You'll never hurt us again'
Gone is all my fear
Now they are in my sights
And I lift my shotgun to aim
Slowly then bang bang
I put an end to their game
The yelping hurts my ears
And the moans carry in the air
But the big still keeps coming
With a wild and dangerous stare
Again I take my aim
Bang and I watch it drop
I go back indoors
Finally I've made it stop
Early the next morning
I set out to burn each one
But its me who gets the shock
As their bodies have all now gone

It was a beautiful old house
Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee
Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway
It was as picturesque as my eyes could see
Grass rolled down the banks
A gust of wind made the trees sway
The gardener gave me a curious smile
And his teeth showed neglecting decay
If he knew my full occupation
I bet he wouldn't be so polite
As I was a Scotland Yard detective
Investigating a ****** that happened in the night
The lady of the house opened the door
And her look was a sorrowful one
'Would you like some tea?', she asked
But I said just no as I wanted to crack on
I asked a series of questions
Then spoke with all the staff
They were still shocked about the ******
About the deadman found in the bath
After a tense and lengthy investigation
It seemed that it was jealous revenge
The culprit was a young servant
After discovering an affair he had to avenge
I won't forget the manor
And the beautiful falling leaves
Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit
That left misery as a family grieves

I sneak into the Capsule
Carefully and without sound
And enter the glowing niche
When nobody is around
I'm transported back in time
Away from 2190 where I dwell
And I see what life was like
On my planet before it fell
I see Dinosaurs and cavemen
Then Vikings and the plague
Caesar and the moon landings
Which look blurred and very vague
A Great Wall being built
While another one comes down
A fair maiden holding a torch
Above her elegant crown
Two wars that spanned the world
And two towers that fell so quickly
The reason for this happening
Leaves me cold and feeling sickly
And as the images start to flicker
I manage to see two more things
A princess who died so tragically
Then a bluebird as she's sings
I leave the capsule drained
Due to the overload on my brain
Tired but thankful for tomorrow
When I will view my past again

I slowly open the window
And the air breezes in
A world I love to know
Now starts to begin

On the street I see the people
What stories they can tell
In the distance rises the steeple
Where the choir sings so well

To the left I see the paper shop
Mr Johnson has kept it ticking over
He sells anything from eggs to a mop
Just him and his dog named Rover

And to the right is the book store
Where literature springs to view
The day you open the door
Is the day you learn something new

Finally across the street from me
Is the pub named 'The Old Bell'
You should see the sights that I see
And the stories I too could tell

I snook through the window and settled on the floor
A cold icy draft floated under the door
Footsteps walked above me and voices talked in the night
Fear became my ally as I anticipated a fright
I edged to the stairs and climbed them one by one
It appeared the ghosts of yesterday wanted me gone
On a dark landing a light shone up ahead
The reality of seeing spooks was filling me with dread
I creaked open the door and the light illuminated my eyes
Rumours say unhappiness means the spirit never dies
The room was cold and empty as dust hung in the air
These phantoms were playing games and I was trapped in their lair
Walking to the stairs my chest began to feel tight
At the bottom of the stairwell stood a girl all in white
I woke on the garden lawn wriggling in pain
From that day onwards I was never the same again

Sat on the pew as a boy
My hand brushed the formica underneath
Holding the hymn book like it was a toy
I bit it with my small stubbly teeth
Mother tapped me forcefully on the shoulder
And I shirked at her disapproving frown
It's only now as I become a lot older
That I realise I was behaving like a clown
The priest in all his glory spoke high from the holy table
And I yawned as my father gave me a look
Whispering to my mother ‘the boys unstable’
His bony fingers took away the heavy book
The old lady started playing the tune
So we all stood to sing a hymn
Hoping the droning would finish soon
I thought should I sing but the chances were slim
The old lady with a wrinkly grin
Waved the collection tin in my face
Mother passed some coins that I dropped in
And then we left the cold hallowed place

We sit upon it wearily
A blue sphere dying in space
Listen to what nature is telling us
Death is inevitable to the human race
Plants that release our life source
Struggle and feel the strain
As heat engulfs their being
But nobody feels that pain
The clouds that form above us
Are breaking day by day
The hole is getting bigger
Ignorance is paving its way
As rivers start to become deserts
Sister Mars is showing us our fate
We have to change our thinking
Before desolation is served on a plate
Green house effects our being
The sphere is imploding from inside
When the Earth and the Air are rotting
We have nowhere left to hide

Across the water she sits so proud
With a moat made of clear blue sea
And as darkness engulfs the cloud
She looks magnificent and free
The ghosts of centuries gone by
Return to their rightful abode
They form shadows when they die
As they re-enact the days of old
Locals still like to tell the stories
Of the King who isn't at peace
Trying to find his past glories
Not realising he's long deceased
And the jester who's clowns around
With a laugh that's somehow hypnotic
He slipped in the rocks and drown
In a time when his life was chaotic
When the sun rises from the waves
It brings tourists wanting to know
Of the history this beauty now saves
As its legend continues to grow

I ran to my window
When I heard his steps
And watched him wander away
He whistled a sweet gentle tune
When War summoned him that day
We read his letters
Then laughed at his jokes
As he penned his tales of the world
He saw pyramids and lions in winter
And monkeys with tails that curled
But the nights seemed to get longer
Whilst the days started to drag
As we hid from enemy flyers
Everyday would always be the same
Waking to bricks and smoking fires
Then one day in the summer
My father finally came home
All motionless and very still
They said be thankful he's back
As his coffin rolled over the hill
He was a fine man a courageous man
A man who stood up strong
Said his sergeant with the minimum of fuss
But I know he died unhappy
Cause he didn't serve with us

Made of glass wood and cement
Thirteen monsters were council sent
Families lived in high rise flats
And children roamed with the dogs and cats
A little park near a collection of shops
The bus drove round a circle of stops
***** old lifts with gum on the floors
Held strange odours and graffiti on the doors
Darkened stair wells where creatures hid
Causing havoc like delinquents did
Behind the flats the landslide sprawled
Bees buzzed and insects crawled
The river flowed under a bridge which spanned
Connecting the residents to grassy land
Happy people but rough round the edges
As they peered from windows and leant over ledges
Bikes on balconies and clothes hanging down
The disillusioned youth wearing a frown
Drunken rows and secret affairs
All newcomers were greeted with stares
Tiny halls and narrow little rooms
The strange feeling of living in tombs
Sad faces watched the explosion together
The homes they once shared now gone forever

Holy are the
                         birds Holy is
                         the sun Holy
                         is the ground
that we walk upon Holy are the trees  
Holy is the rain Holy are the memories that nest in our brain Holy is the grass Holy is the snow Holy is the darkness    
                      that lurks when
                      times are low
                      Holy is the new
                      born Holy are
                      the seas Holy is
                      a flag blown in
                      the breeze Holy
                      are soldiers Holy
                      is the night Holy
                      is a boxer hurt
                      in the fight Holy
                      are the animals
                      Holy is me Holy
                      are people on the
                      road to be free

My feet trudge through the sand
The searing heat is unrelenting
And the wind whispers my name
As the shadow takes my hand

No face has this ghoul
It's blackness pitched at full
Hypnotised by its power
Im it's follower, it's fool

The icy shimmering waves
Turn my body limb and lifeless
Fear suddenly engulfs me
Its me the phantom craves

The saltwater makes me choke
My assailant touches my face
I now see who led me here
And my voice lets out a croak

Father please release me
I fear that I'm going to die
Then darkness surrounds my being
I wash up for people to see

I walk across the grass
And read the stone
A question I ask
Were they alone

Did they die at peace
Or was the world tough
Was death a release
Had they just had enough

I know it seems morbid
To think in that way
People probably think it's horrid
What my mind has to say

When I think of the lives
It hurts me inside
Pretty flowers are left
For people who have died

I pass through the iron gates
To see who's around
What does my future hold
Before I go underground

***** old harbour where the boats moor
And the locals idly wander by
I sit with my easel on the grass
And stare into the sky
The splash of paint on canvas
Makes me complete in my soul
Majestic colours above me
A clear blue day brings me to extol
The gesticulation between the boat men
As they cast they're nets into the deep
Makes me fill with awe and wonder
At the secrets they have to keep
Ripples glide along the water
And my brush captures the sight
Then I rest myself back down again
To watch the waves in white
I stand and stretch my arms
While above birds fly in a V
I contemplate where to go next
Somewhere beautiful somewhere free

I shook his hand respectfully on a warm sunny day
And thanked him for coming along
With the formalities out of the way
We prayed and he sang a song
Then I asked him a series of questions
Which I believed were important to me
And he gave me a variety of suggestions
‘These will help you’ were his words ‘you just wait and see’
I asked him about natural disasters
And priests that had done such wrong
He replied that man is damaging what it masters
And in his fathers eyes those people don't belong.
I asked why terrorists are killing the masses
And will their minds ever be free
He said we’re getting wiser as everyday passes
And their fanaticism will soon cease to be.
Then finally I had one more issue
And his answer was clear and plain
I wiped my eyes with a tissue
When he told me ‘yes, one day I will rise again’.

A fire raged in the darkness that resembled a postcard sent from hell
It was destroying the once beautiful vision that was the old town Carousel
Large striking white horses that in the past stood like angels in the night
Were all now fiercely burning as they cast an eerie sight
The smell of the charred wood and the plume of ash in the air
Left a tearjerking memory to the workers on the fair
A disturbing insight into mindlessness certain people possess
The flames rose in the air caused by those who couldn’t care less
Blistering heat was getting stronger with every hour that past
The sounds of loud sirens finally filled the air at last
Gone was the wonderful paintwork resembling times gone by
Now there were black patches that made the ancients cry
What now for the old Carousel?
With so many stories yet to tell