Oasis

Noel sits
focused
and strums
and picks guitar

a masterpiece
awakening
within his mind
within his soul
one that will
live forever

while Liam prowls
and hangs
monkey like
his hair and
beard are long
his beady eyes alive

each a spark
each a light
that sometimes
comes to blows
and fights

I shut my eyes
and listen
no other sound
compares

A soldiers night

Again
he found himself
there
in his private hell
tortured by his memories

a war that’s past
and left behind
but tell that to his mind

his no brain no longer
functioning
logical

how can it ?
Four years
trench warfare

death fills his air
as he sleeps
beside him weeps
his sweetheart now his wife

she weeps for him
she sees not him
just a shell
of a man
whose been to hell
and back

she coaxes him
back to sleep
with her soothing words
another night
sleep disturbed

there , there
sleep tight
my hero

This is about the First World War

Widows weep

When the battle starts
and the music stops
the birds don't sing
and the widows weep

I try to keep my hope alive
and pray to god that he'll survive

But when the battle starts
and I know it's on
in my head
I think that somethings wrong

I'm a widow in waiting
for the telegram
for the news that I've lost
my new found man

When the battle starts
and the music stops
the birds don't sing
and the widows weep

I just wanna know
If he's been killed
same as my brother
good old Bill

When the battle starts
and the music stops
the birds don't sing
and the widows weep

When the battle starts
and the music stops
the birds don't sing
and the widows weep

He's dead

***

I felt the guilt
inside
my soul
for though it felt so bad
it felt so good
as well
my soul , my mind
festered , feverished
on the images that I
of pure heart and soul
demanded

lusted thoughts of
***
and a body
peak in prime
I turned
to games
to make you yearn
for me
as I do for you

I admit
submission
is the plan
that I
have made

it’s always
been there
to let myself
be used
by you
for ***

I may not be
of female body parts
but in my mind
so tender

I cannot deny
the wanting
of your proud spire
to tall
so proud
shiny , stiff and hard

I see
the way you look
at me
protruding
looking in my direction

I try to hide
the smile
that rides my lips
but fail
miserably

I may be
many things
but alas
a liar
“You cannot
level that at me”

“Yes I do “
I say
but then
of course
you know that don’t you
“Daddy”

I let you brush
the hair that
shapes my face
I let you
access
my eyes
the eyes of need
they say

I wait impatiently
for your
nakedness
the fleshiness

It is
time
no longer
do I fear
for bells ring
in my ears

and pleasure sings
in my mouth
I see you smile
pleased with me
and little jumps
fill my heart

and now I’m wanting
more and more
my knees
upon the floor
I feel so proud

I realise
that nothing
ever
tasted this good