The clock stopped.
It didn't wind down or grind to a halt, it simply stopped.
The ticking could be heard by others,
But not by you.
You were simply transfixed by the notion
Her legs crossed, her foot gently playing. Red toenails beneath nylon, her scarlet lips.
You would follow her to hell and back.
Every word spoken a half lie, and yet you, you only heard truth.
Reeled in like a marlin from the ocean, yet to her flotsam on the sargosa sea
Used for a night and alive like never before.
Then at dawn discarded.
To her a play thing like so many others.
To you?
A cruel and unusual punishment.

Santa went around the world,  didn't see colour or anything else. He didn't see war, pain or hurt or political angst or anything else.
For faith and faithless alike their children slept, anxious and longing for his sleigh to pass.
Exist or not they didn't care they held a moment a dream in the air.
St nick or santa or Mr Claus was all that they had in between wars.
So tomorrow when you and your children awake
Hold them as though it is their last day

Closed minds seem to hold governance
A long proud country, where rights now denied
Poor deprived of basics, while gentry lavish in fare
Not a merry England or empire to envy
A union falling apart as if asset stripped
Old choose between heat or food
They are many and surplus to the millionaires
Those who coalition yet not majority
Seized power only to profit
Punish the weak and working man
Revolution may be their folly

The imagination can be a weapon of mass destruction
When running riot and exploding
When jumping like a kangaroo to conclusions only a fool could make
To always see the worse case scenario and never see the good in man
The paranoid and self gratification eventually took over a nation
When thoughts of all are out to get us invert to our most personal issues
The people then see nothing good deciet and cheats in all of us
The only end in this end of days is to be yourself for pity's sake.

A second in the arms of a lover can last minutes
Days become weeks when not together
A lifetime can be a millennia
Without them an eternity

Can you hear the sound of a little girls thoughts?
They won't be like yours
The simplicity of life the innocence of play
After ballet can we go to the stables pleeeeasse?
Do we feed the hoses? Or pick apples today
What's on my sandwiches,  what flavour crisps?
Do you know why the ***** cat has a limp?
We've run out of carrots the giggles are loud
Time to go home now, daddy I'm tired
Just as the horses went for a ride
All playing together with no cares in the world
I wonder what goes on in those little heads

So now on a Saturday I get to be dad
If I'm lucky see you for a little while
Without "thats wrong or not now or don't do that"
Sometimes I even get to hold you tight
Then we all part and my daughter chats on
About the fun she had with her friends who have gone
Can they sleep over or play in the park
Can we go to their house she never stops
Then the day fades and they all go home
Then I'm left to my thoughts alone.

Woo woo woo I got a get some sleep
Woo woo I'm not as young as I feel
Woo woo just one more drink
Woo woo its all gone blurred
Woo woo the floor hurts
Woo woo slerp slerp
Woo woo
Woo
Snooze zzzzz

I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairys!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV
The Christmas works party
***** or VD
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck
It's over next morning with socks and lynx
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good
And full of good cheer
And back to hatred for the rest of the year
Were bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands
The points been missed
We're all ******.

Pandora has her box
A place to retreat when she must
A hiding place all her own
To think and be alone

Do you have a similar place?
To hide you from the human race
A race, that's funny, no it really is
You couldn't make up a world like this

A world of total extremes
When one man starves another feasts
We flush enough water to send off our waste
To keep a family alive for days

It's evolution that brought us to here
Revolution will take it away
So hide your head if you must
For when you emerge there will be only dust

Shy inquisitive always sincere.
Experienced cold simply a thrill.
Old fashioned In nylons twice his years.
The things she did are not for here!
Years later her daughter too, not his best move.
Then sat watching the stars and the waves come in.
Like slippers worn time and again, on and off, when both near.
A  quickie snatched on a canal bank, a crazy mistake but nice at the time.
Baby oil frenzied and really quite mad.
Then came the one who broke his heart.
Then back to slippers that still didn't fit.
Then many years with the last he believed.
Then back in the market past his used date
A much younger lover then came to his door, it wasn't what either was looking for.
Many options, none he desired simply no trust, empty inside.

That morning smile
It's like the sunshine
Lights my dark days
Just the chit chat
Words each morning
Makes the day bearable
Will it be the green today?
I love green
But no another colour
The outfit is a talking point
We sit people watching
Though this is an escape
Escape of a kind, but so much more
A duality of spirit
We listen to her
Study her face
Her little ears
Her piercings
Her lips
I digress now
He's away, America  
From abroad today
She awaits his return
Hangs for words from afar
It makes her cheeks glow
I wonder does she wonder
No I guess never
But what if?
Were there now
Off she gets
I watch her walk
Study her, imagine her
Gone for another day
The morning smiled
Such pleasure fills me
Selfish and betrayal
A light in my now cold heart

Islam and Christianity
Politicians debate
Extremists fuel a cause

Well you are all wrong
You sold out your humanity

To be a good person is not in scripture
It isn't in any dogma
Believe that and your lost

It is in our hearts

It's how a parent teaches
What a parent teaches

Teach any child a religion
They have a faith
The majority will follow it

Teach your children bigotry
The majority will follow that too

Teach them to love
Teach them to care
Teach them to aid

Then regardless of their faith
They will teach the same
They will see humanity

Morals are not a faith
But a faith can support morality
As to it can bolster hate

So don't tell me your a Christian
Don't quote Muhammad
I don't care if your agnostic

Just teach your children well
The future is all they have
Don't condemn them to our past
Our mistakes

Act now as time is not on our side
Act now and create a proud nation
A nation of all faiths united in love

Throughout history the wolves have always been at the door
Always waiting for an opertune moment to strike
Be they wolves disguised, or in plain sight
Always there
Always waiting

But there have always been men and women who step up to face them
without question
Shepherds in another way

A thin blue line stood between all that we cherish and those who would take that away, one attack at a time.

One of that blue line stood and did his duty.
He stood where others ran
He looked into the eyes of the wolves and did not falter
He stood fast to protect his sworn flock
He died in a battle for good.
Keith Palmer
The Good Shepherd

I walked and walked as Basil played
bouncing towards the rushing waves.
I don't think he had seen the sea and expected to walk upon its sheen.
Such simple pleasure with his stick, his spirit free as he runs to me.
Three days on he has settled now, no sheep to tempt him to run amock.
His coat as white as the driven snow yet fear sometimes is all he shows.
Travellers long since gone, did this lurcher so much harm.
From Ruthin now to seaside town his luck has changed he's found a home.
His foster mum gave him a chance knowing one day I'd come along.
I wonder does he think in Welsh? As he runs in circles as he plays.
Wales it seems doth rule today as a soul seemed to call out to me!
This time a Gypsy of a different kind triggered something in my mind.
I don't know why or maybe I do was it Karma of spirit? Or a simple truth?
For a day swathed with memories made and smiles abound as night closes in.
Tomorrow it may have been a dream, or dawn may bring better things.
Stranger still I can't explain today I just saw good in things.
Good when for so long I'd known was the pain and cruelty that others cause.
Yet in simple words and very few, and a dogs heart I saw through.
I saw a Something I can't explain and I want it now every day.

Cold in heart and a soul, darkened by avarice
No kind words, not a smile only rebuke
Yet they weekly prostrate before him
Like an emperor thumbs up or down
Killing only dreams and expectations
And for what?
A moment of fame

Slowley, a step at a time
Intensely focused, listening
For the ice she walks upon strains
It strains to hold her
He waits to hurt her
She never hears it crack
Never ever
But feels the pain of the blow
The hurt, the erosion
Each time the ice becomes thinner
Thinner until she dares not walk
Dares not talk
Then she is lost
Then a life raft
An escape
He is gone
He is exposed
Now who's scared

Layer upon layer upon layer
Oh but the thinest of veneers
Each one a story, a painting
Covering the entire subject
Each allowing sight of what came before
But not clear
Each new layer distorts the one before
Yet they become homogenized
Merging to form the whole yet some features,
Not all more evident remain
And with it's flaws our shell is formed
A memory of our pasts
An armour with kinks
The shell of a man

All smiles, it hides his evil
Oh he's everyones friend
Warm with hugs
Used to invade your space
Sit on my knee
I'd rather die now
His hands are vile
I imagine killing him daily
Watching the life drain
My hands upon his throat
I will wait, i'm a child
I have not the power or the voice
He preys upon that
Scared to open the bathroom door
He lurks outside
He's just popped up to see if you're alright
A knee as hard as I can
Straight, fearful into his groin
His glasses hit the floor
He's not in control
PUSH NOW!
Downstairs he rolls
Every step vengeful
Bang after bang
Die you ******* leave us alone
He lies motionless blood from his head
His eyes open, oh god he's not dead
His wife runs out, tends to his head
He says he has fallen, the truth is'nt said
College years later was like being born again
Not having to see him, re living the pain
Then came the news, I had to go see
The reaper had come and the cancer was deep
I relished the days watching him die
As though in macabre it gave me my life
Once dead and burned others they spoke
He was a monster his wife did'nt know
He stopped touching others after "his fall"
I found at his funeral i'd ruptured his ball
I'm lost in a world I can never call home
For part of my childhood was stolen and gone

Just once I wish you would open up and reveal what you dislike of yourself, what you hate, what you do not love.
Show me the dark places within your soul so the light can reach them..
For there is where I must begin

Remember at school ?
Sat in a row?
For a team to pick you to go
You silently prayed you would never be last
Knowing you can't play was bad enough.

Years pass by then the dates begin
The one you like always with him.
Not just him
It's HIM again !
The one who left you on the bench

Time moves on more years pass
You meet again they are married now
The perfect pair or so it seems
He still shares who is in your dreams

A few years more you cross again
He's on his *** and life has changed
The perfect pair no longer together
The love you thought would be forever

But now its odd he's all alone
She flew the coup his lover gone

People change as values do
As time erodes both me and you

She wanted more or was it him?
Communication imploded in

So now you share a different bench
No now picks who ends up friends
You raise a glass to drown the past
Pick me!
Pick me!
An echo now

So now full circle years past
Still they know you not
You write for you not lovers lost
You write to record the thoughts you have
The good the bad the sad the mad
You write in hope it's understood

Now others read the words you write
From far away day and night
Pick me, pick me it matters no more
For those who read already know.

They say only the depth varies
**** is **** !
I beg to differ
Thick as glue knee deep, is no more nor less a hold on you than chest deep water
The **** as they call it is life's trials
Some won some lost
Some enduring others endearing
Often never ending
The depth only rising and falling as you cope
Or not
So I ask is it simply just ****?
Take a look at your neighbours and see
Check they haven't gone under!

Out the bath I had to get
To open the door to your smiley face
"AM I SAVED" your poe face asked
No you ***** I was in the bath
God has sent me to your door
Oh not again I'm getting bored
"Do you believe in the lord thy god?"
I'm dripping wet you stupid ****!
Patience gone decorum lost
I let both barrels fire at once
Oh doorstep preacher shut thy grid!
You live a lie and always will
No god will save you, no heaven above
The lie you live is foolish enough
Your bible is made from letters and verse
Hundreds of years after his birth
It was political work fit for a king
By sayers of soothes fearful of him
It kept people's in fear and others at war
No proof of its truths have  ever been shown
So preacher be quiet and pack up your wares
Let good people live without your concerns
Repent if you wish and seek your own solace
But disturb me again! I'll smack you I promise
The end of your world and it won't be a comet!

As if only to tease upon the threads of our being
Fate and fortune play out the game of our days
Move by move, fashioned to please the player
Stun the observer and torture,  yes torture the pieces
The game now almost at a close as lifes sands ebb
Grain by grain dropping to oblivion
Odd many moves once played repeated but not anticipated
Yet with familiarity, the hurt, the outome, just the same
When fortune plays light shines upon the sands
Though they still decend, just not observed
When fates turn again comes, the only sound is that of the rushing sand
Is that all we are

I have outlived my youth
Tumbled past all the signposts on the way
Completed the mandatory steps
Now only death awaits me
That singular journey to it
No growing grey together
Just a statistic
Sadistic at that

Flower!
Petal or other such crap
Don't call me that
Unless you want the real thing
Stuck up your ***
Your term of endearment means nothing
I have a name my parents gave me
Respect me you oaf or leave me alone

Then what happens
Does the past become more bearable
Do you try to second guess mistakes made
Not wanting to make them again
Do you start believing in a future
Try to shed the bonds of a past
When do you once again trust
What happens then?

The one in a million
over and over he tells her
no sign of letting go

I hear you say he can't help it
You're to clumsy by far
It's not a good day today
It never is tomorrow

It was your fault
He couldn't help it
You provoke him

Your face is a magnet
Attracts only his fists
Time and again
Scars where he hits

He used to be perfect
Remember his kiss
Exciting in bed
Rough but exciting
You were new to it

Pleasure became pain
Pain became often
When you said no
Then came the shouting

Along came the cops
The neighbours had called
Not seen you for days
You opened the door

No complaint to be made
You fell in the bath
Funny things baths
As you seemed to have bunced

Well time it passed
So came the day
When you fell in the bath
But you stayed that way

The coroner called
As well as the cops
A new coat of plastic
Cold on the slab

Ten years he got
Now the times spent
He's free to continue
All over again

Who will be next
The one in a million
The next to be clumey
And fall again

So if you read this
If you're the one
Please please report them
BEFORE YOU ARE GONE

Oh It started quietly
Lines crossed, back and forth
Tempers frayed, voices raised
Then came the skirmishes
A few at dawn, more at night fall
Whilst the day was full of exchanges
In the days that followed it became more intense
Violent clashes and casualties
No more warnings, full on ramming
Clear and defined as if at the wheel of a ship
Collisions and screaming, then came the peace keepers
Dressed in geeen and red to try and calm the situation
But to no avail
For only when the last toy or the last mince pie was bought
Then only then on December 24th was the battle of Christmas over
An eerie truce then held until haloween.

Time is a measure of where you have been
Where you are going and when you were seen
Its a friend to your journey a remimder of place
A pull on the heart strings  when thoughts are misplaced
So time is of essence!
For you dont hold it at all
It just moves beside you, no becon no call.

Tittle tattle tongues always awash in inquisition
Is it their once meek failings?
Or loves lost labour's that spurn them to seek entanglement in my life?
Hard it must be for them to assume and presume, never knowing yet thriving upon Septic thoughts.
They may see in me something I cannot?
Or see in you something they cannot have, or lost.
For what I see is not their folly or presumption.
It is my fantasy alone and if truth be known more languid in debauchery than they could ever picture or imagine.
For my solace in my words not their deeds.
Although one follows the other, it is not compulsory nor is it always desired.
For the thoughts of slow driving ******* of the spirit is mine alone.
My thought
My words
My imagery
Her responses
Are my imagination
I seldom see these interlopers or speak to them.
I ask not to be judged as a peer, nor accepted as an equal.
I mostly despise their counsel in any way
The saving grace is the inability to read my thoughts or know of my works.
In that I deny them a world of emotion and pleasure they are not worthy of.

They met in a secluded lane
Though didn't kiss, or touch exchange
No kissing was there to be done
For he felt the sadness in her voice
For life had so far run its course
Leaving only sadness in its wake
Exchanging thoughts and views
The why's and wherefores
Of how and when their lives had broken
Then as chance they met,
They parted same
Only to go their separate ways
It was rather nice he had to say
To look once more upon her face
Imagine days and nights gone by
Emmbraced in passion in a former life
But part they did in stiff lip fashion
Parting with no kiss or embrace
Home to bed and thoughts to race
He awoke having made love the whole night long
But when he turned to kiss her she was gone
He realised then it was all but a dream
Nothing in life is as it seems.

In all I have no purpose
I have become counsel
Whipping boy
Harlequin or joker
Simply a sounding board
No fabric or mass
Simply
A reply

I am me.
I am am an assortment of men to others.
Different to each person.
Unique to all.
The same to none. Adventurous to some.
Stoic to others.
But for one I will be all or nothing at the same time.

Serendipitys dog is a happy soul for he has no purpose as everyone one knows
Not to confuse him with Shrodingers cat
Who didn't know where the hell he was at.
Alive or dead or here or not, his owner was in for a bit of a shock
But no our dog was different to him for he didn't look for anything
He didn't look for quantum laws or try to explain what came before
For one day he knew he would simply be, in a place where time and space stood still
It may only happen once in his life but our dog knew he'd be alright.
You see probability ruled his life as fate did to, he didn't have much say in that or what to do
For the universe in all it's splendour occasionally made things a little better
Would it be chum or chapie for tea well that would be Serendipity.

I kind of wonder what I want,
but only seem to know what I don't want.
I don't know what I need yet don't know my needs.
I'm lost in a sea of uncertainty awash with the waves of distrust.
Once in a while I see a beacon like a lighthouse in the dark only to be smashed upon the rocks.
I plan my demise.
The rope the tree the "I told you so".
When I see my children's face and can only be humbled to endure more pain.
You may think it's an exit a bridge to infinity.
It isn't its a road to oblivion.
Now I must sleep and hope for a better tomorrow.

All those words on Facebook
All the lines on twitter too
Undying love for someone
It just wasn't to be you
But that isn't such a bad thing
As most of them are frauds
Keeping florists going
And cheap Chinese imports

By Saturday the wifebeater will have forgotten all he wrote
The psychotic wife will be throwing things
Back to the status quo.
So why do people do it, as in spend an arm and a leg?
Valentine's was for strangers, an anonymous way to vent.

If you were right and they knew it the courtship then commenced
If you kept it up you're a stalker and the courts dealt with it

So look forward to pancake day covered in dietary sins
By then the garage flowers will be rotting in the bin.

I am often lost within my thoughts
Unable to find their origin or end
Offended by their presence
Panicked by their absence
Comforted in part
Fearfully entwined to them
But they are mine
No others

I shouldn't be allowed to like this, for I weren't the eyes looked into.
But of all her photos this one says so much.

Sing to the tune of teddy bears picnic

If you go down to the town today your in for a big surprise
If you go down to the town today you wont believe your eyes
For every man that ever there was is ordering flowers today because
Today's the day the media says you have to!
Revenue time for florIsts, with over priced blooms everywhere
Xmas time for florists just pay them they don't care
For tomorrow morning when she wakes up she'll shake her head and think your a nut
And wonder why you ignored her the rest of the year!!!

Giver her a hug a tell her she's great 365 and not just today
And maybe take her for picnic!!!!

You park a car on yellow lines you know it's wrong but all the time
Rules are there but not for you,
beneath your place you seem to think
You park emotions on others to
With same flipancey and disregard
I must start reading the Catholic Herald
I missed the date they made you a saint
You speak to others like they are possessions
To fill a gap in your social status
You can't imagine how much it hurts when you destroy people with your words
So now I'll speak little more, you pariah ! Your just a social *****
Tittle tattle rules your day and it replaced your reality
I'll shut up now as negativity has no place
I'm off to see a happier face

Made from the breath of fairys
The dreams of unicorns
And the ******* of Ad agencies
A quick puff as a child and you're off
40 years later a quick puff on an inhaler
Just to breathe
Breathe
Brea..............

Storm clouds gather and the sun fades
Darkness envelops like hands over the eyes
The images harder to see, hazed unclear
Storm clouds, storm clouds

Pulse in the neck feel my headache pound
Tightness in the chest, anxiety abounds
Day upon day the harder it gets
Cant make it stop as the pressures intense
Not sure now how much more it can take
Before the heart stops and I leave this place
But none of you see it as I die each day
You see a facade as it's eating away
The strongest you see you have no idea
That a trip to the shops is my greatest fear

Always failing up the stairs
Stumble as you get off the escalator
Pull instead of push
The revolving door that doesn't turn
No toilet paper in the loo
The bulb goes pop as you enter the room
Size above size below but not yours
Traffic jam, no parking space
You fail at running the human race
But each night when you get home
He hugs and kisses only you
You don't need to run a race
This is the best part of your day

Cheap shot to hit a girl
Does it turn you on?
You worthless ****
Do you get off on seeing her bleed
Try hitting a man, try me!
Imagine it you cowardly *****
As I break your ribs like you did hers
You had the best a true princess
Now your nothing a worthless ****

Quiet it's been your all content loved up with your partner again
Not a word a call or text to say hello or how's you mate
Until the demon drink takes place
Then remarkably you remember and text
Always when I'm trying to sleep
Where's the partner while you speak
All loved up or so you said
No other love exists in the world
Yet here we are you have had a drink
Your thoughts they seem to lie with me
Though thoughts are not reality
Lifes moved on for you and me
You have it all! I lost the lot
You were blamed, funny that!
So being friends was all we were
Others saw a lover there
Last night my phone was turned off
An early night as I'm worn out
This morning you will see no reply
For good or bad you decide

Miss Marple interfering *******
Poirot  you walk like you filled your pants
Kojak I bet your teeth rot
Columbo for god sakes get a wash
Farther Dowling get back to your church
Sherlock homes is it time to shoot up yet?
****** she wrote and you bought it all
But now times changed and new blood reigns
Gene Hunts here and the city is safe

"Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes"
He said to me as Zulus came across the drift
What if I keep mine closed I said
Pretend there all at home instead

So what if their eyes are red after a late night out
Or Yellow" jaundiced and unwell
All the thoughts went through his head
As the soldier held his gun up high
As screaming warriors began to die

What if the others shot them all?
So I didn't have to get involved
Sgt Major is rather cross as as he's just been shot in the ***
It's all becoming quite absurd
I watched a film and fell asleep
Mad now I'm there in my dreams

Some solace? If there can be just one
I watched Zulu and not "What dreams may come"....